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She hadn’t seen her brother in centuries and she would actually lie to herself if she didn’t missed him. The way that over the centuries she wished she had her big brother with her, they always had a good bond with one another although she was still young and yet Luna still remembered him. Now it was time to just plan her revenge further, as usual she drinks and sleep. That’s her schedule but now she put in revenge planning in it. Pulling all nighters won’t be the first time Luna did something like that, once she came home from a night at the bar drinking like crazy per usual. The moment she was in her room she closed it and right away sitting down onto the floor while taking a deep breath. 

She was probably still too drunk to do any spell at this point running her hand through her hair while she had a bottle of bourbon next to her. Looking through all of her grimoirs that she has just looking for the damn right spell for this. Hearing a knock onto her door. “Go away!”

“I’ve gone along with a lot of yours and Dad’s crazy plans . . . but honestly Mikey? This has got to be the worst” 

             sat on a stool with posture leaned over, arms folded and resting on the island countertop as he openly admired raphael. especially how cute she looked in her apron. she was currently cooking around the kitchen, making idle chat with her until,  ‘ okay, listen, i love you, you’re the best -- ya know, you are the best thing in my life but your family... ’  chewing on his bottom lip, reluctant to admit to this as it risked this peaceful moment --

                         spit it out or i will.

            sigh.  ‘ ...i dont think your family like me -- uh ... with you. ’

He told Rave he was coming home, using his key to open the door. He smiled when he saw his boyfriend on the couch. “Hey... I’m back, in one piece, as promised. My brother understood, he won’t tell anyone about seeing me.”

Flowers by Hades was Ace’s last try. It was late, and his heart sank when he saw the closed sign. He could see someone inside, probably the worker on shift closing up, and with a deep breath knocked on the window, hoping to be noticed.

“ I know the sign says closed, but can you help me please?! I’m in dire need of flowers, and it really can’t wait til the morning!” he called through the clear glass. He could see what he needed, it was right there. He could feel the wildflowers in his hands, could see the spell he would make.

But first, he needed the flowers.