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📜 Lesson learned first next time, at least. *gives her a hug*

🪡 Oh, speaking of...

*Emmet walks away & returns a minute later with a small vial.*

🪡 You should drink this. Just to be sure you didn't pick up anything unpleasant from your little misadventure last night.

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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Pater? Are you busy? I’ll come back later if you are; I made beignets and wondered if you’d like some? *sigh* I’d be off today, but an extemporaneous breakdown has the ground crew scrambling. About to head out for work. Probably gonna be out till midnight at best. Just wanted to come see ya before I left, since dad’s busy at the shop.

🪙 I've got a moment. Beignets actually sound really good right now. I'm sure you'll get the breakdown sorted out before too long, but if you need one of us to pick you up, don't hesitate to call.

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📜 Who are you apologizing to?? I'm certainly never going to be mad about a bit of mischief! Honestly I'm just glad you're safe, I'll admit I was a bit worried.

🪡 You really weren't any trouble! And you're welcome here any time. Although maybe call ahead next time so I can have some snacks and stuff prepared.

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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📜 No need, I already brought some for her. Thanks for letting me know she was here. Hehe, enjoy that while you still can dear.

*Galen carries her into the bathroom & sets the bag on the counter, then closes the door behind him. The spell should be wearing off any moment now.*

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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📜 Breathe, dear. There's no need to rush. I'm the one who made that potion in the first place, I know how long it takes to wear off. Now come on, let's get you inside so you can get dressed.

🪡 Oh is that what's happening? I'm sure Lucy wouldn't mind if Avi borrowed some of her clothes.

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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🪡 Whoa, easy! What's the rush??

*Galen pulls up to the cottage in that moment. He has a bag with some of Avi's clothes in it. He laughs when he sees her booking it out of the house.*

📜 Cool your jets there, speed demon! I brought some clothes for you!

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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🪡 Benny and Galen are the only ones who can go to the Underworld without risking losing their immortality... But hey! The stories about spirits coming back on Halloween night exist for a reason! Um- *checks his watch* It's about 5? Why?

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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🪡 You'll get to see her someday, at least. When it's your time. The only place she could go where no one could hunt her was the tunnels leading to the Underworld. Sometimes Brennan and Benny will just go and sit with her for a while.

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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*Emmet gently pets her head.*

🪡 I really miss her, but perhaps it's for the best she stays asleep. I still hope someday she can wake up and join us again though.

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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🪡 You would have loved her, I think. The one person I've ever met who's more positive and optimistic than me, though with a temper to rival Brennan’s if you pushed her far enough. Her aspects were creativity and joy and the joy of creativity. She was a great friend too, always willing to lend an ear to vent to or a shoulder to cry on. And she loved to cuddle. You could be minding your own business and suddenly find yourself drowning in pink fur. I wish you could meet her, but... She'll probably never wake up again... The world just isn't built for creatures like her anymore. It's too small now, and there seems so little left of creativity and joy to sustain her.

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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10, 11, 15

10. what is the worst illness your muse has ever had? 11. what would your muse consider their worst failing? 15. what might others consider your muse’s worst failing to be?

🪙 A restaurant served me bad fish once. Turns out food poisoning is very gross and painful. And what are you talking about?? I have no failings! Considered or otherwise!

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19, 21, 23

19. out of everything your muse has lost/given up, which hurt the most? 21. how hard is it for your muse to open up to others? what holds them back? 23. does your muse tend to be hard on themselves when they do something wrong?

📜 I know it probably sounds petty, but my magic. I can still do a little, sure, but what I have now is just a spark when it used to be a bonfire. Watching Mount Harmony crumble to dust was a pretty close second though.

It's actually not hard for me to open up to others at all. What holds me back is that I shouldn't, given our history. If I told everyone I met I'm some 10,000-year-old former deity, I'd be locked up in a heartbeat. The only reason I even told Avi about us is because the cat was kind of already out of the bag, with the whole shelf incident.

Not really? I mean I will feel a bit guilty if I messed up and it genuinely was my fault, but I'm not like Brennan. He kinda takes it to an extreme. Everyone makes mistakes, even us, so I try to remember that and just roll with it.

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4, 9, and 13.

4. how many scars does your muse have?

🌑 A few. I've been shot a few times, and got stabbed in the arm by some punk who thought he could mug me. He learned otherwise that night. I've had a lot more injuries than that over my life, of course, but all the worst ones have faded over time, and Emmet makes a pretty good ointment for smaller stuff so it doesn't scar- or if it does, it doesn't last long.

9. does your muse think violence is ever warranted?

🌑 Emmet will probably get mad at me for saying this, but yes. Sometimes. People get thick-headed about dumb shit and a punch in the face is often the only thing they'll listen to.

13. how does your muse outwardly express their anger? 

🌑 I keep a punching bag in the garage. Emmet knows to stay away when I'm in there. If I don't have something to hit, I tend to get pretty nasty towards people... I laid into Emmet one time about something stupid and tiny when all he did was ask what was wrong. It was a long time ago but I still feel awful about it, he didn't deserve that...

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🪡 Ohhh... Maybe in this instance it would be a good idea to take a page from Unikitty's book and push the sad thoughts away, at least until you're in a better position to do something about them. I mean it doesn't look very easy to write with talons.

[There’s a fluttering in the distance, growing closer to the house. Then suddenly-Bwap! The Kestrel smacks into a window face first! Seemingly undeterred by this, she continues trying to find a way into the home. This is not her home. It is the home of her technically-step-brother and his musically gifted wife. How did she even get here? She doesn’t know, honestly. All that matters is getting inside to sleep.]

*Emmet pauses in his work when he hears the thump against a window. That sounded more solid than a cicada... He goes outside to check for any injured birds.*

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19 and 20!

19. out of everything your muse has lost/given up, which hurt the most? 20. what is something your muse wants to tell others, but is too afraid to? 

🪡 Finding out I had a brother and losing him all within less than an hour. I tried to get to know him. I wish I'd been able to help him. He made it pretty clear he didn't want to be helped though... As for the second question, I don't really know? I stopped being afraid to speak my mind a long time ago. Even if it does sometimes earn me an eyeroll from Lucy or Bruce or Jonah...

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1, 12, 17 with writer's favorite

1. who does your muse hate?

☀️ Flat earthers and anyone who says the moon landing was faked.

12. does your muse tend to push themselves too hard?

☀️ I don't think so? Haha usually I'm the one trying to get my workaholic husband to relax and spend time with me.

17. who does your muse wish they had said goodbye to, but didn’t?

☀️ My siblings... I didn't get the chance to. My ability to fly to space was the first thing to go when we started losing our powers, and I didn't realize it until it was too late.

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sad headcanon q’s… 

1. who does your muse hate?

2. how does your muse handle grief?

3. what is your muse’s biggest regret? 

4. how many scars does your muse have?

5. how long can your muse hold a grudge?

6. how does your muse handle loneliness? 

7. what is one of your muse’s greatest fears?

8. what does your muse fear losing the most?

9. does your muse think violence is ever warranted?

10. what is the worst illness your muse has ever had?

11. what would your muse consider their worst failing?

12. does your muse tend to push themselves too hard?

13. how does your muse outwardly express their anger? 

14. what is the worst injury your muse has ever received? 

15. what might others consider your muse’s worst failing to be?

16. does your muse have a short fuse when it comes to temper?

17. who does your muse wish they had said goodbye to, but didn’t?

18. does your muse suffer from nightmares? how often? what about?

19. out of everything your muse has lost/given up, which hurt the most?

20. what is something your muse wants to tell others, but is too afraid to? 

21. how hard is it for your muse to open up to others? what holds them back?

22. looking back, what is one thing your muse wishes they had done differently? 

23. does your muse tend to be hard on themselves when they do something wrong?

24. does your muse lean more toward “forgive and forget” or “resent and remember?”

25. does your muse recognize their faults, or do they have trouble with self-reflection?