@countlessrealities sent; Waking up on the morning of his birthday, the current President of the Citadel would find a small box on his nightstand, wrapped in blood red paper and decorated with a slender golden ribbon. The box in itself is made of dark, polished wood, padded on the inside with a soft and silky material. On it rests a book-shaped locket, its silvery surface finely inlaid with constellations patterns. In the very middle of its cover, a small, circular yellow gemstone.
Once opened, the locker reveals that its insides host two small mirrors, even if there's still enough room to hold a small object. In that moment, said space was occupied by a thin red thread, weaved to look like a chain.
Next to the gift there's a hand-written note, and the calligraphy unmistakably gives away whom the sender is, even without the signature that concludes it.
โDear other me, I'll have you knowing that celebrating birthdays isn't something I'm used to do. I never have and there is a reason why I made sure that such peace of information is redacted and unaccessible. However, of course, you wouldn't need to look it up to know...for obvious reasons. I've anticipated that you'd get me a present even against my wishes, so I decided to reciprocate. It wouldn't be very fair if I was the only one to receive something on this day. I hope you'll forgive me if the gift smaller and perhaps not as meaningful as my previous ones. As I've said, I don't consider birthdays something to be celebrated. This said, I wish you a pleasant day and to enjoy your plans, if you made any for the occasion. - Mortimer P.S.: You look cuter than I had imagined in your sleep.โ
[[ My E-Morty to your E-Morty || ๐คญ I guess that he really can't not be a little sassy, no matter the occasions xD ]]
This certainly wasn't anything that the president had expected upon waking up. His eyes were immediately drawn to the box. He didn't need any more coaxing than that to get himself sat up in bed to open it up. With delicate precision and all, he would make sure that he carefully unwrapped it.
He carefully took the locket within his hand. Using the thread attached to dangle it before his eyes. Watching as the gemstone caught the artificial sunlight that shone through the curtains of his bedroom.
It would be foolish to say anything else other than that it was beautiful. Something that he had never been gifted before. For a moment, he couldn't think anything of it.
Yet, somewhere deeper in his mind -- that original 14 year old self from before -- came up with fragmented thoughts. Delusional ones.
Shaking his head, he lowered down the locket onto the nightstand next to him. Instead of focusing on those idiotic thoughts, he decided to read the note.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help to soft hint of a smile and that swell within his heart. Now that was something he wouldn't read too much into. After all, this was just part of their game. And he intended on winning it.
"Cute," Was all he whispered to himself. The note was folded up neatly before he slid himself out of the bed. Slowly walking over towards one of the dressers. Inside of the drawers, he neatly placed it on top of the other notes that his counterpart had sent ever since they started their back and forth. "Really cute."
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