#💌: unchained oath (ephemera)

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✿ Ephemer Week Day 1: Favorite Canon Line/Cutscene

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Fashionably late as ever for one of my oshi weeks!~ However creativity is infinite which means despite the low spoons I still find myself being able to celebrate the countdown for Ephemer’s birthday! (•̀ᴗ•́)و I can’t wait to see what other Ephemer stans have in store!~ 🌹

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✿ The Taste of Home | Ephemer Week 2024: Day 2

prompt: Alternate Universe ; Sea of Stars

pairing: Kazuki Makabe (Keymaster!Kazuki) & Ephemer (Guardian!Ephemer)

rating: G

word count: 1258

Note: I just think Kazuki and Ephemer would get along well especially in the context of the AU ;w; two of my f/os bonding.

“What are you cooking?”

Kazuki lifted her head up upon hearing a curious voice from behind her and she turned to look over her shoulder. Ephemer, standing nearby the kitchen counter was tiptoeing to spectate what the other was cooking. She could tell his stomach was growling by how shyly he wrapped one arm around his stomach.

Smiling, Kazuki turned back to the pot as she continued stirring and answered to the white haired Guardian, “Curry. Would you like to be my taste test?”

“Er..” Ephemer stalled, which prompted Kazuki to turn back again from his hesitation. The boy tilted his head,

“What’s.. curry?”

Kazuki blinks. The boy hasn’t tried curry before? Interesting. “Do you not have curry in your world?”

Ephemer sheepishly scratched his chin with his finger, chuckling nervously. Kazuki could understand the overall nervousness of approaching her as a person no matter how soft she sounded, but she also wouldn’t be surprised if Keyblade Masters are just overall unapproachable due to the nature of ... well being a Keyblade Master. She then hears Ephemer answer,

“I mean... I probably did back in my birthworld... but Earth itself? Well it’s a bit of a desolate state as far as I can explain it easily, so food is usually scarce and Golden Age recipes are but a rarity.”

She watched him fiddle with the loose ends of his scarf. Whenever he speaks to people, he has to fiddle with something to have his brain focus and speak coherently. Mostly his scarf. This she was not unfamiliar of, but she makes her posture all but relaxed to signal him through her body language that he was no bother to her,

“Would you like to learn then?”

“Huh?” The kid perks up, stunned over the question. This perplexes Kazuki but she didn’t address it. In fact, his surprised look could only make the Keyblade Master giggle,

“Assuming this ‘Golden Age’ in your world is the same era as my world’s, I don’t think it would be a problem to learn some recipes now than never no? Besides, it could be something to boast to your fathers about.” Kazuki gave a playful wink, indulging in the chaos that was Ephemer’s personality. She saw the stars in his eyes twinkle in anticipation. Yes... Ephemera Agraeus, master chef of curry! Immediately, she saw a change of his shy demeanor than that of a goofy big grin as he rolled up the sleeves of his white turtleneck.

“Well what are we waiting for?! Let me at the stove!” He said, enthusiastically warping to the stove before Kazuki predicted where he would land and stand between him and the stove.

“Woah there, little man!” She giggled, “One step at a time. I don’t want you burning a place that isn’t yours... but I also don’t encourage burning your place up either. You can help me with the little things of the main course.” Says Kazuki, “I should’ve asked earlier... do you know how to cook at all?”

Ephemer pouted. He wanted to touch the fire machine! “My uncle and auntie taught me, but my memory isn’t good enough to retain much of it unless I do it multiple times! Which..” He sulked, “I don’t ... unfortunately. I don’t have time to do much mundane -.. human stuff.”

Kazuki listened and nodded. She wouldn’t say she couldn’t relate when she was around his age. The moment she piloted the Fafner, the world’s life was under her disposal. She only had certain amount of times to be human - herself, but slowly her own humanity faded the more she integrated herself to the Festum. Cursed to be an eternal, her heart and humanity had been gradually fading away. She wasn’t sure if she could taste her curry anymore.

Aside from herself, there were still humans that could taste and feel the warmth of food. She was just afraid to ask, or - well.. could she feel fear at this point? She couldn’t tell. She looked back to the pot before she adjusted the flame of the stove, stirring before scooping a portion of curry before she turned to Ephemer.

“Now’s your time, yes?”

Ephemer blinked as he looked up to Kazuki again. She begins to explain,

“As much as I look human, I can no longer taste food or feel emotions.. I don’t think.”

Ephemer stayed near Kazuki, listening. Cannot taste food or feel anything..? Is she diseased?! “So then,” Ephemer began, “Why do you still cook? Why do all of that when you can no longer taste or feel? I feel like if you can’t be some bit of human, humane things are less enjoyable.”

Kazuki smiled softly at Ephemer’s questions. That was something she found endearing to the younger humans and those around Mimi’s age. No matter the circumstances, they were always so curious of the unknown - braving to seek knowledge and understanding those around them. Hearing, feeling, connecting. It was because of them that there was still hope for a future where humanity still exists within those of mortal and eternal lives.

Though one of his questions stood out to her. Why does she cook? She could think of many reasons, but in the context of what Ephemer had said, if she was no longer human then why does she still cook if she cannot taste the curry or feel the warmth of a freshly cooked meal? To Ephemer, it was the ability to taste and the sensation of warmth that was part of humanity. One could say Ephemer sounded dehumanizing, but Ephemer was eternal wasnt’t he? Guardians lived another life forgetting about their previous life to live their second chance eternally as long as their Ghosts weren’t shattered. To Kazuki, Ghosts to her are the hearts of all Guardians. They cannot live without them, and Ghosts cannot live without their Guardians either.

Kazuki had nothing of sorts. Though she felt that doing the simplest things, like cooking...

“...Cooking was the best I could do when I was human alongside many other things. Even if I cannot taste anything, or feel anything anymore... just doing it still makes me feel human.” She answered, rather slowly as her thoughts for a well thought answer were piecing together as coherently as possible, “I still enjoy it, even if I lose a bit of humanity. Because if I stop, what left of humanity would I have?”

Then followed silence. She did say a lot, so she gave Ephemer time to process what she had just said.

Ephemer meanwhile, was glued to where he was as she spoke. He could feel it in her voice that she was saddened for most things she couldn’t do anymore. He felt it in her voice this gentle self resentment... guilt? That poisoned her words. He’ll have to admit, there was something about Kazuki that was familiar to her, but he didn’t know what. He looked to the curry and the plates of settled rice she had prepped for the group, reflecting. Despite every part of humanity stripped away from Kazuki, she still continues to do these things to keep whatever could be possibly left of her humanity. One day, her heart could no longer be there - and he would still see her in a kitchen cooking for him - her companions - for people that can taste and feel the warmth of what can feel like home.

He clenched his fists briefly, Ephemer closing his eyes before he asked,

“...Miss Kazuki?”

“Hm?” She hummed, looking to Ephemer curiously.

“...May I taste the curry for you?”

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✿ A Life Irreplaceable | Ephemer Week 2024: Day 3 & 4

prompt: Heart | Love // Sea of Stars

pairing: Apollo Agraeus (Destiny 2 OC © @theforsakenprince) & Ephemer (Guardian!Ephemer)

rating: G

word count: 3419

12 year old Ephemer goes to the moon and faces the consequences of his actions. Yet another Sea of Stars drabble rewritten based on a writing piece beloved Arctic wrote for Guardian!Ephemer! Please Enjoy~

This was a terrible idea, a stupid idea even. That, Ephemer knew, as he sat in the cockpit of the stolen ship. Well, not technically criminally stolen, but personal-rule-breaking-stolen ship from obviously one of who Ephemer considered to be his father, Wyvern. Being a young guardian as he is, Ephemer obviously couldn’t pilot the ship. Not without a license at least. That’s why he asked Ghost to pilot it, which is to say did not go well without warning.

“I still think this is the most reckless and awful idea you’ve ever thought of, Ephemer.” Said Ghost as he steered the ship out into orbit, “If your dad finds out-”

“He’ll be very upset. I know.” Ephemer cut him off. There was stiffness in his voice weighted by his anxieties, but the albino kept a brave face, “But it’s not like he’s going to find out!”

Ghost obviously knew better, but sighed as he said, “Right. Of course.”

With that, Ephemer leaned back on the pilot chair, his eyes glued to the front window where stars rained by. No matter how many times he’s seen this exact view of the orbit traveling around the Solar System with his fathers, he couldn’t get tired of the cosmos that surrounds them. Usually accompanied, there would be chatter and Wyvern’s astronomy lessons whenever Ephemer asked about anything regarding the planets and the stars that twinkle among the endless space. However this time, it was silent. Ghost wasn’t very sociable and Ephemer heard nothing but his racing heart.

Ephemer could handle Wyvern’s stern lectures, sure. He wasn’t nervous about that.

He was more nervous about how Apollo will react. He’s never seen him mad. Ever. Which was another reason not to get caught. Ephemer glared, as he pulled down his hunter’s cloak. Just don’t draw attention, and drift in and out. That was what he was taught.

“Why do you want to go to Luna so badly, Ephemer?” Ghost speaks up once more, drawing Ephemer away from his thoughts. “You’ve been told many times how dangerous the moon is. Why do you still want to go?”

Ephemer stared at Ghost for a moment before he looked down. Apollo’s handgun was on his lap, stolen from his nightstand. It had some scratches here and there, but it was still well taken care of. He held it up in front of him, aimlessly spinning it, “I want to know what’s been scaring him over there.”

Ghost turned, “You could’ve just asked.”

“Believe me, I did.” Ephemer said, sulkingly, “But he only told me that it’s not worth knowing and going to know. I have to take matters into my own hands. Besides, Guardians make their own fate right?”

Ghost seemed like he wanted to say more, but evidently opposed to it. Whatever Ghost wanted to say, it wasn’t going to change Ephemer’s mind.

Compared to the rest of the Solar System, Luna wasn’t much of what he expected. Grey rocks as far as the eye could see, with giant craters and cliffs scattered across the surface. It was nowhere near as impressive as the reds of Nessus or the beauty of the Dreaming City. To Ephemer’s disappointment, there wasn’t much of hostile entities that he could leap off the ship and blast away in style. Ghost landed the ship near what he called “Archer’s Line”. A small, secluded area filled with abandoned stations.

Ok, Ephemer can give some credit to the moon for a few dregs he could see. Some poked their heads out before hiding again as the ship landed. Despite being cautious, he couldn’t help but grimace. So far, nothing stood out to him. He could take care of some Fallen as they hissed and surrounded Ephemer. Easy. He unholstered Apollo’s hand cannon and blasted away. Reloading, he aimed towards one dreg before it ran away. Seriously? One could say this could be a good thing. That Ephemer could save up on his ammo, but where’s the fun of a planet or a moon within orbit that doesn’t have at least a bit of hostile lifeforms? Keeping Apollo’s gun closeby, Ephemer kept on walking.

Ephemer walked down a narrow path that seemed more for sparrows than on foot. The more man-made looking structures he’d seen from Archer’s Line became fewer and far between the roads, until all he saw was hive architecture. It seemed similar to that of the Cosmodrome, but older.

And.. he guessed more .. hivey.

Eventually, the trail opened up to a clearing so vast that Ephemer couldn’t see the other side. He could make out clusters of Hive lingering about the craters of the moon and structures unfamiliar to him. These ones were red as opposed to the gray and green chitin he’d see with the Hive back on Earth. Then he remembered the stories Wyvern had told him. The Hidden Swarm. This was Crota’s brood. The one responsible for the Great Disaster.

Ephemer knew, in some shape or form, that part of the reason Apollo despised the moon so much was because of the Great Disaster. Beyond that, he didn’t know much else. Someone close to him died, he gathered that much, but Apollo refused to talk about it any further. That was the reason why Ephemer was here; to see what could have terrified his father so much and what could have killed so many Guardians.

And if... if he could get rid of what specifically scared Apollo, then he wouldn’t have to be afraid of the moon anymore.

The large hole in the middle was what caught his attention. It looked like specific parts of the moon have concaved in, leaving a gaping maw in the middle of it. Ghost materialized besides him, there was almost a mix of fascination and fear in his voice.

“That’s the Hellmouth.” Said Ghost, “The place your dad definitely doesn’t want you to be.”

“That just means we’re in the right place!” In contrast, Ephemer was eager to discover this. He looked to Ghost as his freckles glimmered with his cheeky smile, “Come on!” He motioned to Ghost as he ran into the Hellmouth headfirst.

A few acolytes tried to stop him on his way down, but Ephemer swiftly shot them down with Apollo’s hand cannon. Everything so far had been mildly threatening, which Ephemer couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing. He wouldn’t think Apollo would be scared of a few acolytes would he? Naaah. Even a few knights he encountered went down easily. As more Hive began to surround him. Ephemer couldn’t help but yawn. Luna was a very boring place, he thought.

He reached the edge of the Hellmouth and looke ddown into the abyss, leaning forward slightly to see if he could see any ground from here. There wasn’t. At least not from the pitch black darkness. Though there was a ring of ledges, Ephemer could barely make out the far side of a cavern where a few knight and acolytes were guarding the deeper parts of the Hellmouth.

In protest, Ghost materialized in front of him, “Okay, you’ve looked at it. Happy now?” He spun his shell anxiously, “Let’s get out of here before more Hive show up.”

Ephemer was quiet, before Ghost could see the mischievous glow in his freckles as he looked at Ghost, “I want to go down there.”

“Absolutely not.” Ghost retorted, “Very powerful Hive live down there and you are far less qualified to face them.”

“You said that the last time I went to Nessus! And the Dreaming City!”

“You were supervised, Ephemer. There’s a-” Ghost suddenly cuts himself off, before dematerializing. Ephemer could feel a shadow suddenly dwarf him, as he went immediately for his own handgun before turning too late.

Minutes later, Ghost raised him. Sitting up with a gasp, the young wolf found himself on the floor from the deeper ends of the Hellmouth. A wizard had blasted him over the moment he tried to pull out his gun. Presumably, the wizard from the surface had gone away to occupy their own business. He hauled himself to his feet, dusting himself off as Ghost scolded him,

“That was incredibly stupid.” Ghost bobbed besides him and in front of his face. Before he blipped and switched subjects, “Come on, there’s a path back up on the other side.”

Following Ghost’s coordinates, Ephemer took the time to look around his limited surroundings. The deeper part of the Hellmouth was darker here comparing to the surface of the moon. It felt cluttered, and almost suffocating. Ephemer felt like he could hit a wall at any moment had it not been for Ghost’s little light guiding the way.

He stopped suddenly, as he examined the pillars and the ground. There were runes that glowed slightly, but there was no light that could make anything visible. When Ephemer stopped following him, Ghost immediately retraced him as he gently pushed Ephemer’s shoulder with a huff.

“What more do you want to see? There’s nothing but Hive down here.”

Ephemer didn’t answer, before he sharply turned to Ghost flailing his arms, “Exactly my point! There’s nothing remotely terrifying down here!” He kicked a pebble, sending it bouncing and hitting one of the pillars, “Why am I not allowed in here?”

“I... I’m not sure myself, but your father definitely has his valid reasons. It was called the Great Disaster for a reason.”

“What’s there to be a great disaster if it’s just Hive doing what other enemies do?!” He huffed, before looking around some more, “I’m going in deeper.”

“Ephemer!”

Despite Ghost’s protest, Ephemer jogged to a random tunnel where a Hive lamp sat in front of it, piquing his interest. A solar knife formed in his palm and held it for light as he walked forward tentatively. Comparing to Ghost, he couldn’t see anything five feet in front of him, but he’s walked through plenty of dark tunnels before. This was nothing!

Which made everything less sense to Ephemer. What really was there in the moon to be so afraid about? Why make the effort to tell him ever since he was raised to tell him to stay away from the Moon unless a mission was provided for him to do so? Even Miss Eris advised against him to ever wander around Luna alone. What do these old geezers know that he doesn’t?

Eventually, Ephemer stumbled upon a large, circular room with a giant Hive rune in the middle of the floor. A platform stood at the back of the room, empty for now. Ghost suddenly appeared next to him, “Ephemer you can’t just run off like that!” He scolded once more, “Especially here..”

“It’s fine, the room is empty!” Ephemer rolled his eyes as he stepped towards the rune. “Here, help me examine this thing and then we... can...” He trailed off as he looked back, hearing thundering footsteps approach closer to their periphery. Ephemer didn’t have to tell Ghost to hide. The moment danger was sensed, he immediately knew what to do.

Within his bare sight, he saw a giant knight walk out of a doorway from the other side of the room that he hadn’t seen initially due to how dark it was around him. Its head nearly scraped the ceiling far above, and it held an axe bigger than Ephemer’s entire body on it shoulder.

Striking straight to his mind, Ghost said,

“Ephemer. Run. Now.”

The moment it stared down at him and readied its axe, instead of running, Ephemer’s body wired itself to unholster Apollo’s hand cannon and his solar knife in one hand.

“Ephemer, no!”

He blasted rounds as and quickly tried to dodge the knight’s large swing. However, even as he dodge its great impact from the swing against the ground caused the ground to shake. Ephemer stumbled forward due to off balance, before he shouted at the knight.

“Are you the one that’s scaring my dad?” He said, as if the Hive could understand him. It turned behind itself and snarled as Ephemer continued, “Whatever you are, y-you don’t scare me!” He said, aiming Apollo’s gun at it. “You recognize this gun don’t you?! This is the guy you continue to haunt in his dreams. Well he won’t have to dream about you anymore!” He said, before firing once again as he circled around the Hive. Hiding behind pillars and peering out to try to scope any openings. He fired again and threw his solar knives in a barrage.

Nothing seemed to affect the knight however.

Ephemer hissed, before he aimed Apollo’s gun again. Only to realize he ran out of ammo.

“..Oh no-!”

He searched for his bag to see if he had more...

but there wasn’t. None that Apollo’s hand cannon could hold. He sharply turned to his opponent, who now had the upper hand as it readied its axe once more and slammed down nearby Ephemer. The impact led him to fall back, dropping Apollo’s gun out of his reach as his solar knife disappeared.

“Ephemer!” Ghost shouted in his head.

Ephemer felt rooted to the ground as he stayed on his bottom, craning his neck up towards the knight as it approached him. He couldn’t fight this, he realized. He suddenly realized how small and alone and terrified he was this whole time himself. Suddenly, he felt like he was in Apollo’s shoes. In Eris Morn’s. In every Guardian’s shoes that have faced the Great Disaster. He’s never had to fight something like this alone. He realized that no Guardian he knew from the Great Disaster had faced the horrors of death alone. If anything, they were witnesses of such, suffering survivor’s guilt more than the dreaded loneliness of dying alone where no one will see you or even hear of you ever again.

Ghost suddenly materialized in front of him, trying to break his focus, “Ephemer, get up! Run!” He yelled, trying to divert his attention. Though Ephemer saw the axe rise above Ghost and Ephemer immediately sprung to cover Ghost.

To what felt like an hour or so, Ghost finally raised Ephemer again. Ephemer got up, finding himself patched up and ...

... and back on Earth.

Did the Vanguard find him? A fireteam? Or..

“He’s awake!”

A small gasp of surprise form at his mouth as he heard a familiar voice and turned. A pink short haired girl dressed rather frilly tilted to the side as he finally faced her. It was the traveling girl with a large key he met the other day, her voice cheery but brimmed in worry.

“I’m glad... I was worried I arrived too late. I didn’t see your Ghost until I brought your body out of the Hellmouth.”

As his brain recomputed, the girl’s name escaped Ephemer’s lips, “Mimi...”

Before Mimi could say anything else, the door to the room they were in slid open and the two teenagers faced who entered. Immediately, Ephemer turned pale as he saw the familiar white and blue clothes.

“Mr. Agraeus! Mr. Lancer!” Mimi said, in contrast to Ephemer’s silent guilt. The girl walked up to Apollo and Wyvern, updating them on Ephemer’s condition. “His Ghost rezzed him just now, so he should be fine... though I’m unsure how to report this to the Vanguard... Ah- Mr. Agraeus?” Mimi cut herself off as Apollo walked passed by her. He felt anger from Apollo’s footsteps, and immediately looked down. He heard Apollo’s helmet clatter to the ground as the man spoke to him.

“Eph. Look at me.”

Despite the fury in his voice, he sounded so cold... so exhausted. Slowly, Ephemer rose his head up to face Apollo. His hair was dishelved, and his eyes carried mixed emotions that he couldn’t pinpoint what they were. Fear? Anger? Both?

“...I..” Ephemer began, before Apollo cut him off.

“What were you thinking? How many times have I told you not to go there? How many?” Apollo’s voice became stern, not much quivering but there was something stuck in his throat for sure. Was he holding back on yelling at him?

“I’m... I’m sorry I-”

“You could have died! Permamently!” There was the burst. Though, flames seemed to only spark at Apollo’s shoulders and fingers. The young wolf winced as he looked down again. This was the most he has seen Apollo upset about, and he couldn’t blame him. Back there, if Mimi didn’t find him... he would’ve been dead as long as Ghost wasn’t able to rezz him to, and if Ghost tried to.. he would’ve been...

Apollo shot a glare at Ghost, who flinched to stay near Ephemer as Apollo snarled, “You should have known better.”

“N-No it was my fault!” Ephemer finally spoke up, looking up at Apollo as he cradled Ghost tenderly as if he were hurt. “He... He tried to stop me but I didn’t listen to him. I just wanted to know what the Hive were over there on Earth that were so different on Earth! A-And I still don’t get it!”

“It just is, Ephemera!” Apollo snapped back to Ephemer, solar glowing in his eyes, “You don’t need to know why. You just need to fucking listen to me on this one!”

“Why do I have to listen to you if you only shut me away?!”

Apollo stopped, blinking once out of shock from his sudden outburst - which Ephemer realized what he had said, before he curled up. Holding his knees together before the adrenaline wore off and everything began to process to him. He died twice today, from his hubris and his helplessness. Now his own father was upset at him because he just wanted to know why...

“I-I’m sorry..” Ephemer’s voice shook, “I just.. I just wanted to find out what scared you so much. I wanted to get rid of it so then you can not be scared of the moon anymore. But..” Ephemer’s voice trailed off with a sob, “I get it now... I get why you’re scared. I was alone with nothing or no one to call for help... I would also be scared to die down there.”

“...Eph..” Apollo’s voice then grew soft, his shoulders relaxing.

“If someone I was close to were to die in front of me... I would also be scared..!”

“Oh, kiddo..”

The solar faded from Apollo, as he sat by Ephemer and cradled his head lovingly and comfortingly, “I.. I know you care. I’m sorry I yelled. I just-..” He heard Apollo swallow, “You’re right. I was scared... but moreso that what’s down there will get you too.” He and Ephemer faced each other, Apollo wiping the tears from Ephemer’s eyes, “When Wyvern, Mimi and I saw you dead with that Knight, I was terrified that it had happened again. Only to learn after we’d escaped with you that Ghost was just hiding and waiting.”

“... the thing you are scared of getting me was something similar to the Great Disaster, right?”

“Right.” Apollo nodded, “The Knight you saw? That was the same Knight that killed Percy.”

Percy. Ephemer heard of that name. It was muttered only in whispers and in the night when both of his dads were up late or have been woken up and thought Ephemer was sleeping. Suppose ... he wasn’t ready to tell Ephemer who Percy was yet other than someone important to him that he lost. Just not knowing the why and how.

Apollo then embraced Ephemer, brushing his white curls, “I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

Ephemer was quiet, but he felt warmth from his papa that he couldn’t tell if it was the closure he finally got for one thing he wanted to know from Apollo, or their solar energies were doubling together in harmony. Either way, Ephemer huddled further into his dad.

“..No.. I’m sorry for breaking the rules.. Thank you for telling me.” He says, before breaking the hug and facing Mimi and Wyvern, “And um.. Sorry for causing more trouble. A-At least I didn’t crash your ship, dad..”

Wyvern blinked rather confounded before exchanging a glance at Mimi, who only giggled at Wyvern in response. Wyvern sighed before he shook his head, “Nothing that can’t be replaceable. All that matters is that you’re home safe and sound.”

Ephemer nodded, agreeing.

“Besides,” Mimi added, clapping her hands once, “Your life is the one thing irreplaceable to your fathers’ hearts. All that matters is that you’re alive. Right?”

Ephemer blinked at Mimi’s words, before he smiled and blinked his tears away.

“Right!”

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Can I please ask 🧅, 🥦, and 🫑 for Ephemera?

Oh is it my turn? Yay! ~ Hoa Sen Nguyen

🧅 - what makes your f/o cry? do they get emotional at sad movies or books? do they only get emotional under very rare circumstances?

Aw! If there’s anything I love about Ephie of all things is that he feels his emotions strongly! When he’s mad or sad or even happy, he lets those tears ducts work, haha! Though… um.. I did kinda got myself hurt by a powerful heartless at some point and it got him so mad he cried a lot and hugged me. Don’t get me wrong he has every right to be upset, but it’s always a nice reminder to see how much I mean a lot to him. ( 〃．．)

🥦 - does your f/o have any pet peeves? things that just really really get on their nerves? what are they and why?

Boredom. I’m pretty sure when he was stuck in the clocktower doing light knows what after a busy day he gets super frustrated in finding things to do while understimulated. Leader stuff can sometimes be boring on a calm day, but! That only means he could spend his free time with me!~

🫑 - how does your f/o feel about death? are they afraid of it? is there anything specific they'd like to do before they die?

He never really talks about it to me, but I feel like he’s the type to keep everyone alive as possible. He’s afraid of the death of people he holds close to more than his own, and I remember him telling me that his only bucket list was to make up for that broken promise he made! I’m looking forward to it!