#gray weasel tink

[ryeun]

I lie awake at night thinking about the way Solvas and Hasen respect Tamin. Tamin, who is just an apprentice knight, but mediates their fights. Tamin, their late comrade’s little brother. Tamin, an amazing person in his own right—and Solvas makes sure he knows it, that he’s not *just* the Little Weasel, in Tink’s shadow.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

14 from the song prompts with whoever you'd like (something something, I haven't died yet) please!

14. “Please don’t get morbid” “Right” “It’s just that I haven’t died yet”

((song prompts here - still accepting!!))

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The windchime above Magnus's porch clicked and tinked together, creating a patternless, calm collection of notes. Magnus himself is sitting out, buried under three blankets and his winter coat to keep warm. The snow is still falling and it's nearly late enough for the kids to start going to bed, but Magnus is excited to help build snowmen tomorrow.

The wind picked up a bit as the front door opened and Magnus turned to see Angus holding open the door for Lucretia, who wheeled herself out. It's not the wheelchair Magnus had originally carved- Lucretia's daily chair went through too much wear and tear to be used all the time- but the pattern is reminiscent. When she's through the doorway, Angus dipped back inside, shutting the door behind him.

Lucretia steered herself over to sit next to him and they stay that way for a while, watching the snow collect over Magnus's empty garden. Someone had left a frisbee on the path up to the house and it was slowly getting more and more snow-covered. The wind settles with another small song from the windchime.

Eventually, Lucretia spoke.

"I'm told..." she cleared her throat. "I'm told this will be your last candlenights."

Magnus hummed a little note of acknowledgment, nodding his head. They weren't supposed to have told him, but it had gotten to a point where Barry couldn't look him in the eye without looking so damn depressed and Magnus had weaseled it out of him.

"Yeah," Magnus said. "It will be."

"Are you..." Lucretia paused as if trying to find the right words. "Are you scared about it? Being the last time, that is. That there won't really be a- a reset for you, after this."

Magnus took a second to mull over her words, rocking himself back and fourth in the chair. There's an explosion of laughter from inside and he smiled despite himself.

"No," Magnus said. "No, I... I think I grew out of fearing death right about the time Taako started dating him." Lucretia let out a little huff of laughter and Magnus's smile stretched into a grin. "Seriously, though. I'm- I'm ready, I think. I don't know what's waiting for me after death, but I know who. I think that's about all the comfort I need."

Lucretia nodded, seemingly satysfied with that answer, and Magnus took a moment to look her over. She had grown her hair out after Story and Song, but she had confided in him once that she was tempted to buzz it all over again, just to avoid the work. Magnus had never been good at keeping secrets so before the end of the week, he found Lup and Lucretia on the couch, Lup slowly going through and redoing all of Lucretia's locks. Since then, he'd happened upon just about anyone doing the same.

The white hair looked had always looked good on her, but Magnus thought he pulled it off just as well. Though his was more gray than white in some parts. His hands were a mess of scars, both from fighting and from carving. He had a tremor in them now that made it much harder to do either of those things, but that didn't stop him from trying. This year, he had made everyone a little statue of their favorite animals. They weren't nearly up to the quality they had once been, but no one had seemed to mind.

"Please don't get- get morbid or, super sad," Magnus said. "If you can."

Lucretia snorted, raising her eyebrows. "Right."

"It's just like- I haven't died yet. Y'know? And I know you tend to get sort of, uhm. Reclusive when you're sad."

"That's a nice way of putting it," Lucretia said, smiling. "But I get it. Thank you. I'll- I'll try my best, Magnus."

"That's all I can ask of you, at this point," he said.

They lapsed back into silence, staring out over the yard. The magnolia tree he had planted when he first moved back here, to Raven's Roost, was branching and large. A layer of snow had settled against the branches that could afford to hold its weight. He'd get to see it bloom again, at least. One last time.

The chatter from insider was slowly growing quieter and the snow piling up on the ground was slowly growing taller. He passed one of his blankets to Lucretia, who wrapped it around her shoulders. She sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. He brought the rocking to a complete stop to support her.

"It shouldn't be too long for me now, either," Lucretia said quietly. "Wanna take a bet on how long I'll last?"

"Probably longer than you should, knowing you," Magnus said and Lucretia laughed, her voice a little wet.

"Probably," she said. "Gives me time to get my affairs in order, at least."

"If you annoy Barry too much he might tell you," Magnus offered and Lucretia laughed again, a bit brighter.

"I'll give that a try," she said. "I... Magnus, if I don't get the chance to say this again before... before you die, I just want to say it now. You have really changed my life. For the better and for the worse, a little. I... I know I haven't always been the best friend I could be but I think I got it right where it counts. I hope you realize that we all love you so, so much. I couldn't- I can't imagine life without you at this point. But I know you're going to be so incredibly happy when the time comes that I'm going to be happy right along with you.

You-" Lucretia chuckled, a little breathless. "You deserve your happy ending, Magnus. And I'm glad you're finally going to get it."

Magnus sniffed, wiping a few tears from his eyes.

"You're gonna make my face freeze, Luce," he said and Lucretia grinned, squeezing his arm.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too."

[chicasgeneralgoods]

Tink the Gray Weasel Knight from Gilgamesh is one of those characters that you can just tell was one of the favorites of the author