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commission for @mt07131 of a very sweet and happy sibling moment between maeve "rook" mercar and her brother cassius 🥰

Hii!! Thank you for the ask!! <33

Tattoo: Did they keep the tattoo with Seven’s initials? Why/why not? What was that decision/execution process like? (Bonus: What do they think of Seven keeping their tattoo?)

They did keep the tattoo! They did actually consider getting rid of it though, around the one year mark of all the break up bullshit. She has just had enough and the constant reminder was starting to just eat at them. But when they actually got in the car they realized they needed to decide whether to remove it or cover it. And I don’t know the thought of that choice kinda just broke them a little? They just sat in the car and cried. The idea of doing either one and pretending it didn’t happen just really didn’t sit right with them. It wasn’t just like some romantic relationship that didn’t work out this was their best friend of over a decade.

Commission for @mt07131!!

Love me some lovestruck blushing 🥺❤️ (got this for Oisein too so will be working on them in a bit 👀)

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It’s raining when you and Jesper finally get off shift, and the two of you take shelter from the downpour in an old gas station on the edge of the outer ring, where your job took you. It’s long abandoned, a thick coating of dust covering the bit readers and empty shelves.

You shake yourself as you step inside, grateful that the awning over the gas pumps protects your bikes, but more grateful that the inside of the store protects the two of you from the biting chill of the rain.

It’s quiet, and you hop on up on the checkout counter, sitting crosslegged and looking over to Jesper. He’s mournfully wringing water out of his bangs, but he looks over to you when he feels your gaze. He smiles, rain dripping down his face, and you’re struck by how handsome he is, even here in the dim, dusty light.

He comes over to you, leaning against the counter next to you, and the two of you watch the rain in silence for a long time, before he murmurs something. You don’t hear it, at first, and when you look over at him curiously, he flushes.

“Dance with me?”

You flush too now, hearing him repeat himself, but you nod, even as you bite your lip in hesitation. He holds a hand out to you, and you take it almost shyly. He leads you away from the counter, pulling you close and resting a hand on your waist, lacing your fingers together. He hums quietly, low and deep and a little raspy, and the two of you sway together in the dark, the eerie colors of a sunset rainstorm bleeding in through the windows.

Commission for @mt07131!