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I’m honestly kind of shocked that y’all like him this much. Like, I like him, but I made him. He’s a little bit of a snot, bless his heart.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
If anyone picks on Moth at this point, Ari is going to pulverize them.
Awww.
I don’t know why, but I can’t help imagining Ari as a grumpy hedgehog with prickles. I’ve probably already said that, but I’ll say it again
Moth
“Well, I, uh… I’m not an archer.” Moth scuffed the path with his bare foot. “I don’t know anything about archery. But you might like to have shooting matches with friends, so I’ll learn. Unless that takes too much time from you…? I didn’t think of that, so – if you don’t like the idea, never mind.”
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That is an incredibly good description of him actually. I can imagine him having a pet hedgehog in his back pocket that he’d be incredibly protective over. Or maybe a kitten.
Ari
A small grin was trying desperately to push past the tight aloofness that usually marked his face. Ari slowly shook his head though he wasn’t sure what at.
Friends? His dark eyes widened.
“No, no. I’ve got more time than I use.” That didn’t make much sense. He tried again. “If you want to learn, I’ve got the light bow I started with. You’re strong enough to take a heavier bow, but it’s better to start with something that won’t blow straight through the backstop until you’ve gotten a grip on the art. That shouldn’t take long but…you really want to shoot with me?”
He studied Moth a moment. His muscles coiled to run.
“I broke Lord Gwenevan’s arm the second day I was here. And the Prince of somewhere’s perfect nose. And I’ve lost track of the others.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
*Puts a stamp of approval on the hedgehog/kitten idea*
Moth
“My nose is my favorite thing about my appearance. Please avoid breaking it,” Moth requested. “But yes, I want to shoot with you. It will be worth it, I’m sure of that.”
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Just remembered the mention of servants out looking for curfew breakers…
Ari
He nodded seriously, the unfamiliar grin slipping out.
“I do my best. We will need–”
The faint sound of shoes clicking on pavement. Ari froze a moment before his mind identified the sound.
“Down,” he hissed, throwing his dark mantle over the fairies boy’s soft glow before flattening himself under a rose bush.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Oh right
Moth
Moth let out a muffled sound, face covered under the mantle. He stood still for a split second, then wrapped the mantle around his head like a shawl, and followed Ari into the bushes.
The thorns pricked his bare feet, and he bit his lip to keep from saying something aloud. If they were caught now, how much less attainable would adventure be in the future?
The footsteps grew louder. They were joined by another pair of shoes, and stopped, not more than ten feet away.
A man’s voice. “Everything quiet on the East side? Have the stable hands checked everything?”
“All of the horses and carriages are locked up for the night.”
“It’s just the gardens left, then. After that, check in with the watchmen and give them their rounds.”
The voices went quiet, and the boys did their best to not breathe. It seemed as if the servants were just doing their appointed jobs and they had no idea there was someone hiding nearby.
“Sir!” Another pair of shoes, this time running, and mingled with breathless gasping. “We have a problem. You have to see it – we have to go.”
“What?”
“There wasn’t an earthquake, so I don’t – I don’t know how it happened. The South grounds behind the gardens are ruined.”
Moth blinked. He slowly pulled the mantle all the way over his face, hiding most of his glow.
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Wilhelm
“Ah.” He should have been able to think of something better to say, but even as he pulled his door open the only thing that came to mind was a laugh.
Just going to fight. If they had not literally been in a friendly fight just a few minutes ago, he would be tempted to find fault. Instead, he held the door for Wolfgang.
“I didn’t mean that you would be… Cruel. I just prefer my face the way it is. I already broke my nose once in my life. Next time it might not set as well.” He glanced up and down the hall. No adults. “Besides, if I must fight, there must be a good reason. Honor or justice or loyalty. It would be a pity to get killed over something smaller.”
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Ellis
Lucian looked bewildered for a moment as he stared down at the oddly colored drink. He glanced suspiciously at Remington. Ellis took a sip of his lemonade as he waited for his brother to process. The sweetness surprised him. He liked it.
“Right. Bed,” Lucian said. He looked at Ellis, who stood reluctantly. “Your room is next to mine.”
Inside the halls the crowds had dissipated and only a few students were walking quickly and quietly back to their bedrooms. The four boys walked together up a grand staircase towards the dorm rooms. Before they split ways, Ellis waved to the others.
“See you tomorrow!”
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Callum
Before Ellis could walk away, Remington turned on him with his inquisitive, disarmingly blue eyes. A mixture of emotions glimmered there, including pain. “Ellis, do your visions really come to you randomly? Have you ever gotten caught in a vision when you’re swimming? Or in the middle of a deadly fight? Wouldn’t that… Wouldn’t that be unfortunate?”
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Remington turned on him with his inquisitive, disarmingly blue eyes
I just wanna double check that this isn’t a typo before I respond. Remington, not Callum?
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
sorry if this is bad I’m writing it while talking to people on the phone lol
Ellis
Ellis turned to face Remington, his guard immediately going up. He hadn’t been there for that conversation. How did he know?
Ellis glanced at Callum as if he had something to do with this. When he looked back at Remington, his expression was calm. The corner of his mouth twitched almost into a smile. His hand rested casually on the hilt of his sword.
“…What visions?” He pitched his voice to sound playful and aloof, but his eyes studied Remington’s face with a cold intensity.
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Works with me
Callum
Callum looked from one boy to the other. It took a moment for it to click.
Remington didn’t speak for a moment. He looked like he might be sick. “I-I… overheard, and I was just wondering. I don’t feel well. Choked on… on something from the kitchens. I’m sorry, excuse me.”
The young king walked away, clutching his throat with one hand.
Callum fidgeted absent-mindedly with the cuff links of his shirt, unsure of what to say. “That was weird. I wouldn’t have liked it if he asked me that.”
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