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like   i   said   on   mason   ,   i'm   probably   gonna   be   quiet   on here until   after   christmas.   i   am   hopefully   gonna   be   catching   up   on   shows   ,   which   means   more   aus   /   ideas   &   maybe   even   more   muses   ?   who   knows   !   i   also   am   considering   giving   theo   a   solo   blog   again   but   i   probably   gonna   wait   before   i   make   a   decision   on   that   :)

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not me wanting theo to eventually adopt an elder chubby weiner dog & name it vienna . 😭

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i wanna write but its too damn cold.

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theo   bennet   ,   certified   pizza   lover   &   foodie   ,   eats   his   ny   pizza   with   a   fork   &   a   knife.   please   shame   him.

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even   if   what   glinda   did   with   boq   wasn't   really   the   nicest   thing   ,   we   also   need   to   remember   that   she   was   clearly   giving   off signs   that   she   was   not   interested in him   ,   but   he   wouldn't take   no   for   an   answer.   even   when   he   heard   glinda   was   engaged   to   fiyero years later   ,   he   still   was   deluded   enough   to   think   he   could   rush   to   her &   admit   feelings   thinking   it   would change   something.   glinda   did   a   mean   girl   thing   by   pushing   him   to ask out   nessa to the dance   ,   but   at   the   same   time   ,   the   guy   would   not   have   left   her   alone   otherwise. both can be in the wrong at the same time.

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just   a   note   that   i   haven't   forgotten   my   starter   call   ,   but   i   will   be   really   slow   with   it   as   i   try   to   catch   up   on   drafts   &   asks.   i'll   probably   queue   them   &   spread   them   out   sporadically   ,   but   rather   than   do   them   all   at   once   , i'll   just   do   them   slowly   so   i   don't   overwhelm   myself   &   then   never   do   it.

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the   last   few   months   have   been   incredible   ━━   extraordinary   &   all   the   positive   word   he   can   think   to   describe   this   experience.   usually   whiskey   hated   it   whenever   champagne   assigned   him   to   longer   missions   ,   mostly   because   it   meant   his   off   days   also   included   a   little   bit   of   work   ,   forced   to   pretend   to   be   someone   else   all   while   blending   into   some   new   place   he   has   to   slowly   figure   out.   despite   his   usually   outgoing   like   personality   ,   he   has   become   a   bit   of   a   homebody   in   recent   years.   he's   only   ever   comfortable   when   he's   at   home   curled   up   by   the   fire   with   a   book   or   a   nice   mug   of   coffee   in   his   hands   ,   so   being   on   a   mission   for   three   months   was   not   at   all   appealing   to   him.   'course   ,   he   was   only   meant   to   serve   &   obey   as   long   as   it   meant   saving   a   few   lives   ,   but   he   almost   wanted   to   fight   his   statesman   superior   when   he   assigned   agent   manhattan   onto   this   project   as   well.   since   the   very   start   of   her   tenure   at   statesman   ,   the   two   agents   immediately   butted   heads.   sure   she   was   skilled   &   wickedly   beautiful   to   boot   ,   but   she   was   also   a   stick   in   the   mud   &   incredibly   frustrating   to   talk   to   at   times.   she   never   wanted   to   listen   to   him   ,   thinking   she   knew   best   despite   being   a   rookie   ,   so   forcing   him   &   carol   to   work   together   was   probably   the   worst   decision   champagne   could   have   ever   made   ,   especially   when   they   were   supposed   to   be   a   fake   couple   together.   whiskey   was   certain   they   wouldn't   survive   ,   that   they'd   be   asking   for   a   reassignment   soon   enough.

.   .   .   .   .   .oh   how   wrong   he   ended   up   being.

the   first   few   weeks   working   with   manhattan   was   rough   at   the   start   ,   as   to   be   expected.   they   had   agreed   on   a   truce   to   put   aside   their   feelings   for   the   sake   of   the   mission   ,   but   that   didn't   mean   that   they   didn't   have   their   squabbles   from   time   to   time   ,   which   often   left   them   going   to   bed   a   little   annoyed   &   frustrated   with   one   another.   now   he's   not   sure   what   it   was   that   flipped   the   switch   on   his   feelings   on   the   blonde   ,   but   as   time   went   on   ,   he   found   her   challenging   nature   less   &   less   frustrating   ,   meeting   her   head   on   with   nothing   but   smiles   &   gentle   teasing   ,   &   soon   the   two   of   them   were   being   more   playful   than   hostile   toward   each   other   ,   all   while   pretending   to   be   a   married   couple   in   the   meantime.   the   problem   is   ,   pretending   to   be   married   to   be   someone   that   long   eventually   makes   you   feel   as   though   it's   truly   real   ,   so   much   so   that   whiskey   found   himself   playing   into   the   whole   house   bit   more   than   he   knows   he   should   have   ,   &   before   they   knew   it   ,   they   couldn't   seem   to   stop.   they   knew   it   wouldn't   last   forever   ,   but   it   was   nice   to   enjoy   it   while   they   had   it.   neither   of   them   ever   got   the   chance   to   marry   or   have   a   partner   for   longer   than   is   deemed   normal   ,   but   then   again   ,   they   weren't   really   meant   for   normal   lives   ,   now   were   they   ?   maybe   that's   why   they   worked   so   well   ━━   they   understood   one   another   ,   both   on   a   professional   &   deeper   level.   now   with   their   mission   done   ,   they   knew   they   would   need   to   go   back   to   their   respected   homes   before   regrouping   back   at   headquarters   once   again   ,   but   whiskey   almost   didn't   even   want   to   leave   ,   which   is   surprising   considering   how   long   he's   been   away   from   home.   no   .   .   .   this   has   become   home   now.   carol   had   become   his   home   over   the   last   few   weeks.   as   much   as   he   didn't   want   to   ,   he   can't   resist   the   truth   of   it   all   ,   staring   back   at   him   with   gorgeous   blue   eyes   that   practically   plead   for   him   to   stay.   shit   ,   he   would   if   he   fucking   could.   if   they   could   make   this   their   lives   for   real   ?   he'd   give   up   being   a   statesman   in   a   heartbeat.

❝   i   wish   you   didn't   have   to   go.   ❞   rare   to   see   carol   be   so   vulnerable   &   genuine   ,   but   clearly   they   both   feel   a   bit   wounded   by   the   end   of   their   mission.   whiskey   had   finished   donning   his   helmet   &   coat   in   preparation   to   fly   home   ,   the   silver pony   just   outside   on   the   tarmac   waiting   for   him   to   ride   on   home.   whiskey   looks   at   carol   for   a   moment   &   sighs as her words really sink in   ,   removing   his   sunglasses   so   he   could   truly   get   a   good   look   at   her before finally taking off.   this   was   already   going   to   be   a   tough   day   &   she   ain't   making   it   any   easier   being   all   soft   like   that.   ❝   don't   say   that   ,   ❞   he   whispers   softly   ,   his   hand   tentatively   reaching   out   for   hers   ,   hesitating   only   slightly   before   finally   grabbing   it   in   a   firm   grip.   ❝   it's   already   tough   enough   knowing   i   won't   see   you   for two weeks   ,   but   it's   not   like   this   is   goodbye   forever.   ❞   even   with   that   knowledge   ,   it   makes   his   heart   ache   ,   yearning   for   the   home   they   created   together   ,   for   the   bed   where   they   shared   so   many   experiences & so many firsts.   he   takes   a   moment   to   soak   her   in   ,   wishing   he   could   break   their   distance   &   steal   a   kiss   ,   but   they   had   other   people   watching   them from the control tower   &   last   thing   he   wanted   was   to   embarrass   her   in   front   of   their   colleagues.   he   gives   her   hand   a   final   squeeze   before   slowly   beginning   to   back   away   ,   his   sunglasses   quickly   placed   back   on   as   he   offers   carol   a   smile   ,   thankful   she   can't   see   how   sad   he   truly   was.

❝   catch   you   on   the   flipside   ,   blondie   ,   ❞   he   says   with   a   faint   little   salute   directed   her   way.   ❝   don't   go   shacking   up   with   anyone   else   in   the   meantime   ,   alright   ?   'til   death   do   us   part   .   .   .   those   words   mean   something   to   me.   ❞   it's   said   in   a   way   that's   meant   to   be   a   light   tease   ,   but   he   truly   does   mean   it   ━━   those   words   ,   even   if   they   were   fake   ,   meant   the   world   to   him.

˗ˏˋ     ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ·     agent   whiskey   ﹕   normal   people.   featuring   @warbyrds  as   carol   danvers.

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victor   is   quite   literally   everything   he   was   taught   not   to   be like   ,   a   bit   of   a   charming   troublemaker   with   a   perchance   for   breaking   the   rules.   he   follows   the   beat   of   his   own   drum   &   does   what   he   needs   to   do   in   order   to   survive   ,   wearing   a   perfectly   crafted   mask   that   seems   to   be   uncaring   of   what   others   think   ,   but   deep   down   ,   theo   is   sure   he   does.   it's   been   truly   enjoyable   spending   one   on   one   time   with   him   as   of   late   ,   thankful   that   his   friend   had   introduced   them   at   that   party   ages   ago.   what   started   out   as   an   awkward   introduction   has   turned   into   .   .   .      something   that   keeps   bringing   him   back   ,   unable   to   resist   that   tug   he   feels   whenever   he's   near   the   taller   man   ,   despite   everything   in   his   heart   &   mind   telling   him   he   should   be   wary.   his   upbringing   ,   specifically   his   aunt   &   uncle's   words   ,   have   been   so   embedded   into   his   head   that   he   can   still   hear   their   voices   whispering   in   his   ear to cease this infatuation.   he   won't   let   their   old   fashioned   ways   ruin   the   happiness   he's   managed   to   find   away   from   ardenia   ,   especially   when   he's   finding   himself   teetering   beyond   the   realm   of   ❛   like   ❜   when   it   comes   to   victor   conley.   the   former   prince   has   never   been   in   love   ,   but   maybe   .   .   . he   could   fall   for   a   man   like   him.

victor   drags   himself   into   the   kitchen   in   search   of   something   to   drink   in   his   usually   empty   fridge   , & the sight alone has   theo   smiling   from   ear   to   ear.   he   watches   onward   as   victor   eventually finds   a   milk   carton   to   drink   from   ,   only   deciding   to   check   the   date   of   said   drink   after   already   taking   a   swig.   ❝   expiration   dates   are   for   the   weak.   ❞   he   says   confidently to the former prince   ,   &   all   theo   can   do   is   laugh in pure delight.   still   in   his   underwear   ,   hair   messy   from   the   night   before   ,   he   makes   his   way   into   the   kitchen   in   order   to   investigate   the   milk   himself.   the   expiration   date   is   scratched   off   the   carton   ﹙   how   convenient   ﹚   ,   but   the   milk   itself   seemed   to   smell   fine   ━━   a   risky   choice   drinking   it   without   certainty   ,   but   that   was   just   victor.   he   lived   life   on   the   edge.   ❝   perhaps   i   should   do   a   taste   test   just   to   make   sure   you   won't   be   sick   later.   ❞   before   allowing   the   taller   man   to   say   anything   in   protest   ,   theo   then   reaches   over   to   cup   victor's   cheek   &   caress   the   soft   skin   he   finds   with   loving   intention   ,   taking   the   moment   to   gaze   at   him   fondly   before   his   thumb   swipes   along   his   bottom   lip   ,   cleaning   the   remnants   of   the   milk   with   graceful   ease.   he   then   takes   a   moment   to   lick   off   the   contents   off   his   thumb   in   full   view   for   his   friend's   ﹙   ?   ﹚   delight   ,   thoughtfully   considering   the   taste   before   finally   smiling   & nodding in approval.   ❝   seems   alright   with   me.   i   think   you'll   live   to   tell   the   tale   later.   ❞   he   winks   ,   his   hand   moving   back   to   gently   pat   his   cheek.   ❝   i   don't   think   there's   enough   to   make   pancakes   from   it   ,   so   i   suppose   some   eggs   &   bacon   will   have   to   do.   how   do   you   want   your   eggs   done   ,   darling   ?   ❞ he's already moved into the kitchen , curious how his earlier actions are affecting him. what can he say ? he learned from the best. ❝ do   let   me   know   when   you're   done   staring   at   me   ━━   i'm   not   due   to   rehearsal   until   later   tonight   ,   so   i   have   all   the   time   in   the   world   for   you.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ     theo   bennet   ﹕   the   love   hypothesis.   featuring   @erebius  as   victor   conley.

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jonathan bailey //

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the   blonde   realizes   her   energy   is   perhaps   a   bit   different   than   what   most   in   this   society   deem   appropriate   ,   but   she   refuses   to   tone   herself   down   &   mask   her   excitement   just   for   the   comfort   of   others.   glinda's   emotions   are   felt   so   deeply   that   she   feels   it   disingenuous   not   to   show   it   to   others   ,   but   at   least   astrid   seems   to   be   taking   it   well   ,   even   if   she   can   sense   the   nerves   in   the   way   her   eyes   follow   her   as   she   moves.   astrid   seems   like   a   sweet   &   kind   girl   ━━   definitely   one   of   the   more   modest   &   genuine   ones   that   glinda   has   ever   had   the   privelege   to   work   with.   usually   the   women   she   is   assigned   to are   far   too   snooty   or   selfish   when   it   comes   to   the   assistance   glinda   brings   ,   so   this   new   case   is   a   breath   of   fresh   air   &   she   intends   to   give   her   the   best   make   over   of   her   entire   life.   hopefully   he   wand   doesn't   fail   her   when   it   comes   time   to   dress   her   ,   but   she'll   leave   that   for   last.   it's   always   best   to   leave   your   best   trick   for   the   finale.

at   astrid's   tender   admission   ,   glinda   can   only   smile   as   she   gently   brushes   & fixes her   hair.   she   knows   that   in   this   day   &   age   ,   many   are   instructed   to   find   a   match   through   power   or   money   ━━   something   that   one   or   the   other   can   provide.   its   all   done   to   ensure   the   future   of   one's   family   &   estate   ,   as   well   as   keep   one's   family   status   well   respected   &   represented.   to   hear   someone   want   to   find   love   ,   to   truly   wish   for   it   above   all   else   ?   well   .   .   .   glinda   is   finding   herself   liking   astrid   more   &   more.   if   not   for   her   job   ,   perhaps   they   could   be   friends.   best   friends   ,   even.   ❝   oh , you're   a   softie.   a   big   ol'   romantic   !   ❞   a   finger   reaches   out   to   gently   poke   at her   nose   ,   giggling   as   she   does.   ❝   you're   a   rare   breed   ,   y'know   that   ?   love   is   such   a   beautiful   thing.   i've   been   in   love   before.   or   .   .   .      well   ,   it   was   kinda   love.   sorta   one   sided . . . ❞ glinda trails off , silence falling over her before shaking her head to bring her back to focus. ❝   anyways   !   i'm   sure   you   can   find   love.   i   mean   ,   you're   a   beautiful   girl.   anyone   would   be   lucky   to   marry   a   gal   like   you.   ❞

astrid watches from the side lines as glinda waltz around her room in a blur of pink. lips part to speak only to close without any words falling. again. and again. you look like a fish, her mama would surely scold her, act like the lady you are. but it proves impossible to find the words when she finds herself in the middle of a real life fairy tale. she's read the tale of cinderella, of course. more then once. enthralled by pumpkins that turn into carriages, glass slippers, and fairy godmothers. perhaps that's why she doesn't protest when she's pulled towards the mirror. why she can only stare, somewhat perplexed, at glinda's reflection as she pulls and shapes blonde ringlets.

❝ you really don't need to. ❞ it's second nature to say, so often have the words greeted her own mama's attempts at beautification. it doesn't seem to dampen her new friend's - is that what they are? - spirits, though. ❝ i mean, it is the middle of the season already. most of the men mama have deemed eligible have already made a match, the rest are only interested in, well, behaviour only becoming of a rake. ❞ gaze falls to where her hands lay in her lap, fingers twisting and pulling at each other. is it nerves? no, it's a sudden fear of being too vulnerable. of speaking words no one else has heard. her truth. ❝ i just want to find love. ❞

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theo   smiles   lightly   to   himself   when   she   confirms   that   kissing   her   in   front   of   others   would   be   alright   with   her.   it   wasn't   as   though   he   planned   to   do   a   dramatic   show   of   it   or   anything   ,   but   he   knows   himself   all   too   well   &   doesn't   want   to   surprise   or   upset   his   lover   when   his   seeing   her   will   lead   to   a   reunion   filled   with   lots   of   happiness   &   romance.   helaena   is   the   reason   why   he   feels   so   confident   &   happy   as   of   late   compared   to   how   he   was   before   he   met   her   ,   &   as   wonderful   &   perfect   life   is   at   this   moment   ,   he   knows   he   can't   count   on   this   forever   being   the   case   , especially when   his   past   life   still   remains   a   topic   he   hasn't   brought   up to helaena yet.   his   poor   love   has   had   her   fair   share   of   negative   run   ins   with   the   media   thanks   to   her   less   than   favorable   family over the years.   despite   most   of   ardenia   thinking   he   has   passed   not   too   long   ago   ,   there   is   the   risk   of   his   discovery   &   if   that   should   happen   ,   poor   helaena   would   be   caught   in   the   drama   of   it   all.   he'd   never   forgive   himself   if   that   ever   happened   ,   so   he   needs   to   bring   it   up   to   her.   not   now   ,   but   soon   &   hope   to   god   she   can   understand   &   won't   leave   him   because   of   all   this   drama.   if   that   were   to   happen   ,   it   would   devastate   him   to   no   end   ,   but   he'd   understand   if   that   was   her   choice.   theo   was   truly   ,   utterly   in   love   with   her   &   all   he   wants   is   her   happiness   ,   even   if   that   meant   she   couldn't   be   with   him.

❝   you   want   to   bring   me   flowers   ?   ❞   theo   pushes   aside   all   his   stressful   thoughts   in   order   to   be   present   with   his   love   ,   eyes   fluttering   open   as   he   looks   up   at   her   with   pure   fondness.   ❝   that   is   .   .   .   what   a   kind   gesture   ,   helaena.   ❞   his   cheeks   are   a   light   shade   of   pink   ,   unable   to   hide   it   away   from   his   girlfriend   ,   not   that   he   would   truly   try.   silence   falls   over   him   as   he   tries   to   think   of   what   flower   he   deems   his   favorite , having never really given it much thought before.   ardenia   had   several   flowers   he   recalls   growing   in   the   gardens   ,   but   there   is   one   in   particular   he   always   had   a   fondness   for.   ever   since   he   was   a   young   boy   ,   he   recalls   always   picking   these   flowers   & putting them together in a boquet for   his   mother.   ❝   morning   glories.   i   am   rather   fond   of   those   flowers   ,   particularly   the   blue   ones.   i   saw   many   of   them   growing   up   outside   my   home as a boy.   they   never   fail   to   bring   me   back   to   better   ,   more   simpler   times.   ❞   back   when   he   wasn't   named   the   heir   to   the   ardenian   throne   ,   back   when   he   could   just   live   as   he   wanted   to.   ❝   you   do   realize   this   means   you   have   to   tell   me   your   favorite   flower   now.   ❞   a   hand   raises   to   rest   against   helaena's   cheek   ,   smiling   at   the   warmth   he   finds   against   pale   skin.   ❝   i've   sent   you   many   a   bouquet   &   i   know   you   enjoy   insects   ,   but   i   still   don't   know   your   favorite   flower.   what   a   horrible   boyfriend   i   am.   ❞   he   laughs   lightly.

She complies with his wishes, fingers continuing to run through his hair as Helaena contemplates what she's hearing. Jukebox musical. Stage door is okay, and he's going to kiss her there, and she's okay with that too. He hopes she's not stressed. He wants her to keep touching him. “ I'm not too nervous. ” She says simply, smiling as he looks at her. She didn't like to be around people very much, but being around Theo was different. He wasn't too pushy, never very demanding — in fact, he was very patient with her, more than her family ever was. She usually didn't like being around people — but Theo was an exception.

“ I think that would be okay — you kissing me and everything. ” She stops running her fingers through his hair, but only long enough to rest her hand against his cheek. “ As long as you're okay with it. I think someone might be camera - happy if they saw us. ” Her life has been cameras in her face, and his has been too, with the acting and all. She resumes running her hands through his hair, humming quietly as she does. “ Can I bring you flowers too? But I don't know what your favorite flower is. What's your favorite flower? ”

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when   people   meet   the   former   prince & for the first time   ,   their   reactions   are   usually   always   the   same.   he's   been   taught   to   stand   tall   ,   to   present   himself   as   unfeeling   &   cold   &   it's   been   difficult   to   shed   that   part   of   himself   as   he   tries   to   adjust   to   a   more   humble   living   in   the   city.   often   when   friends   introduce   him   to   others   ,   he   isn't   seen   as very   approachable   ,   so   he   knows   it's   his   own doing   when   he   isn't   receiving   many   invitations   to   other   events   &   parties.   for   some   reason   ,   when   his   fellow   co   -   star   introduced   him   to   victor   conley   ,   something   in   him   just   snapped   &   the   once   icy   seeming   prince   is   now   suddenly   at   a   loss   of   words , unsure   how   to   carry   on   a   normal   conversation.   in   the   end   ,   the   party   was   fun   despite   having   too   many   memory   lapses   to   really   recall   most   of   it   ,   but   he   does   remember   victor   leading   him   back   to   his   place   ,   ensuring   that he   was   well   hydrated   &   cared   for   ,   &   then   a   kiss   .   .   .      maybe   more   than   one   kiss   , was   shared   &   suddenly   his   cheeks   are   red   just   thinking   about   it   all   over   again.   they   only   just   met   &   he's   thrown   himself   over   this   man   who's   still   just   a   stranger.   this   is   so   not   becoming   of   him   &   yet   somehow   ,   victor   seems   kind   about   it   ━━   even   going   as   far   as   encouraging   him   to   stay.   this   is   .   .   .   most   definitely   a   first   for   him.   should   he   stay   ?   he   clings   to   his   coat   a   little   more   ,   using   it   to   ground   him   as   he   tries   to   navigate   his   way   through   this   uncharted   territory.

❝   i'm   rather   thankful   you're   not   chasing   me   out   ,   especially   with   how   i   acted   last   night.   ❞   he's   still   a   little   remorseful   over   kissing   him   ,   not   because   he   didn't   like   it   ,   he   liked   it   a   lot   more   than   he'd   care   to   admit   ,   but   moreso   because   it   was   done   so   hastily.   if   given   the   chance   ,   he'd   take   his   time   ━━   make   it   more   romantic   ,   more   meaningful   &   after   a   long   period   of   getting   to   know   victor   better.   too   late   to   change   the   past   now.   ❝   i'm   sorry   for   springing   that   on   you   ,   by   the   way.   i'm   normally   not   like   that   &   i   don't   know   what   came   over   me.   ❞   well   ,   he   does   know   ,   but   no   need   to   bring   up   all   that.   best   to   focus   on   that   invitation   victor   just   posed   .   .   .   should   he   stay   ?   ❝   you   know   ,   i   could   do   with   some pain   killers.   my   head   does   feel   a   bit   painful & oddly foggy   at   the   moment.   ❞   but   was   it because   of   what   they   took   or   because   of   how   this   man   is   making   him   feel   ?   he   couldn't   say for sure.   ❝   do   you   have   ingredients   to   make   an   omelet   ?   i'm   rather decent   when   it   comes   to   cooking   breakfast.   breakfast   &   pizza   are   my   specialties   ,   actually.   ❞

theo  is  cute  ,     victor  thinks  ,     while  trailing  into  his  kitchen  with  a  blanket  pulled  around  his  shoulders.     more  than  cute  ,     even———handsome  ,     all  ruffled  and  a-fluster  ,     coat  in  arms  ,     trying  to  seem  put  together.     stepping  through  the  archway  into  the  living  room  ,     victor  leans  against  the  couch  with  his  blanket  still  gripped  tight  ,     cheeks  heating  as  he  watches  the  other.           ❛❛  you're  welcome  whenever  you'd  like  ,     theo.     especially  if  you've  got  drink  with  you.  ❜❜           a  wicked  smirk  takes  his  face  ,      but  all  that  facial  movement  makes  his  poor  hungover  head  hurt  ,     so  it  falters  not  long  after  with  a  grimace.

eyes  flicker  then  to  his  coffee  table  ,     all  the  pill  bottles  strewn  about  it  ,     and  he  grimaces  again———shifts  and  moves  closer  in  hopes  of  pulling  theo's  attention.           ❛❛  you  don't  have  to  run  out  so  fast  ,     y'know.     i'm  not  chasin'  you  with  a  broom.     you'd  probably  do  well  with  some  water  and  an  advil———any  good  at  cookin'  ?  ❜❜

[wovetales]

oh   ,   he   lost   his   horse   ?   immediately   the   witch's   features   soften   with   genuine   sympathy   for   the   paladin's   plight   ,   knowing   what   a   good   horse   could   mean   for   someone   like   him.   she   recalls   felsville   ,   fiyero's   old   steed   ,   who   became   less   like   a   horse   &   more   like   a   trusted   friend.   she   wonders   if   this   paladin   &   his   steed   are   that   close   ?   regardless   ,   as   the   good   witch   of   the   north   ,   it   is   her   duty   to   help   others   when   they   need   it   most.   glinda's   smile   returns   full   on   ,   wand   in   both   hands   as   she   gives   him   her   full   attention   once   more.   ❝   we   did   just   have   a   bit   of   a   weatherly   mishap   not   that   long   ago.   could   that   have   frightened   him   off   ?   or   perhaps   ,   did   you   see   any   winged   creatures   that   could   have   caused   some   frightful   commotion   ?   ❞   the   flying   monkeys.   they've   been   running   amok   in   oz quiet frequently   as   of   late.   hopefully   that   isn't   what   scared   his   horse   off.   hopefully   their   appearance   in   the   city   means   elphaba   is   okay.   ❝   oh   do   excuse   me   ,   where   are   my   manners   ?   i'm   glinda   ,   the   good   witch.   pleasure   to   meet   you   your   knightfulness.   ❞   she   curtsies   again   ,   lifting   her   dress   a   tad   so   she   does   not   trip.   ❝   we   best   get   you   &   your   steed   reunited   before   night   falls.   tell   me   .   .   .   are   you   at   all   afraid   of   flying   ?   ❞   teeth   exposed   in   a   full   grin   ,   the   good   witch's   eyes   twinkle   with   just   a   hint   of   mischief.   ❝   i   could   help   you   trave   through   the   city   of   oz   in   just   a   tick   tock   !   however   ,   in   order   to   do   that   ,   we're   gonna   have   to   go   by   bubble.   ❞

he doesn't blame her for wanting to get a better look at his armor. silver plated with a gold sun etched into its metal, barely covering the defined muscles of a skilled paladin underneath. ezekiah grins a bit as she brushes a finger against his armor, the man's shoulders straightening somewhat, showing that he was, indeed, both strong and stoic. ezekiah waits patiently for the woman to step away before their grin grows friendlier, more polite, and absolutely charming in nature. one arm crosses over an armored chest, giving a bow themself to the beautiful . . . witch? the wand would make him assume, but he does not want to cause offense if he's incorrect. 'in fact, i am in need of a bit of assistance. i seem to have gotten myself into some trouble on the way into the city,' smile grows a bit; ezekiah likes the way that she talks. 'that trouble being that i'm not quite sure where i've ended up. i lost my steed, you see. he ran off after a run in with . . . well, i'm not entirely sure what it was, but it gave him quite a scare,' ezekiah stood up straighter then, switching his helmet from one arm to another. 'perhaps you could help me find him?' a pause. 'please,' he asks nicely, showing his teeth in a endearing grin. 'i would be in your debt, miss . . . ?'

[wovetales]

❝   that   almost   sounds   like   a   threat   ,   your   majesty.   ❞   the   linguist   teases   ,   closing   the   journal   as   he   gives   kida   his   undivided   attention.   ❝   you   will   always   find   me   ?   uh   .   .   .      as   if   i'd   ever   want   to   run   away   from   you.   don't   forget   ━━   i   did   make   the   decision   to   stay   here   all   on   my   own   ,   didn't   i   ?   you're   stuck   with   me   forever.   well   .   .   .   i   mean   ,   as   long   as   you   wanna   tolerate   a   constant   chatterer   like   me.   ❞   there's   something   so   warm   about   the   way   kida   approaches   him   ,   surprising   him   with   such   a   gentle   &   reassuring   touch   ━━   a   stark   contrast   to   that   first   time   when   she   snuck   up   behind   him   ,   demanding   her   questions   be   answered   while   her   hand   covered   his   mouth.   oh   how   times   have   changed.

❝   glad   to   know   that   i   am   your   top   priority.   can't   say   i've   ever   been   anyone's   top   priority   before   ,   but   it   means   a   lot   to   know   you   uh   ,   wanna   keep   tabs   on   me.   ❞   milo's   tone   is   light   &   playful   ,   but   he   is   sincere   in   his   words   despite   it   all.   he   respects   kida's   new   duties   as   queen   ,   realizing   their   time   together   would   be   limited   as   she   ensured   her   people   were   cared   for.   milo   accepted   that   right   from   the   start   ,   but   that   didn't   mean   he   wouldn't   wish   for   even   just   the   tiniest   bit   of   attention.   it's   normal   to   be   selfish   at   times   ,   &   anyone   would   understand   if   they   just   looked   at   the   atlantean   queen   ,   or   saw   the   way   milo   looked   at   her   every   time   they   were   together.   with   kida   now   hovering   close   ,   the   linguist   doesn't   hesitate   to   reach   for   her   hand   ,   tugging   her   close   as   he   leads   her   to   the   old   ruins.

❝   sadly   ,   i   can't   really   decipher   any of this since most of the text has faded over time.   ❞   milo's   hand   brushes   over   the   cold   stone   ,   showing   kida   some   of   the   atlantean   that   remained   ,   but   not   enough   to   be   able   to   figure   out   what   it   says.   ❝   think   i'm   gonna   need   to   jot   down   what   i   can   &   figure   it   out   over   the   course   of   a   few   weeks.   hey   ,   maybe   when   i   uncover   it   ,   we   could   ask   your   people   to   help   me   restore   it   ?   i   know   it's   not   a   top   priority   thing   with   the   restoration   &   preservation   project   you   have   going   on   ,   but   it   might   uncover   some   old   history   of   the   kings   you   guys   might   not   even   know   yet.   ❞   milo   beams   ,   thumb   rubbing   over   the   top   of   her   palm.   ❝   by   the   way   ,   is   now   a   good   time   to   mention   how   proud   i   am   of   you   ?   i   don't   think   i've   said   that   yet   ,   which   ,   shame   on   me   ,   honestly.   ❞

the queen of atlantis has been busy. with the heart of atlantis restored to its place above the city, restoration begins. the new queen oversees the reconstruction of monuments, statues, structures, and homes. she expands their fishing grounds. her people rebuild the destroyed bridge leading beyond the city and train its soldiers on the flying machines milo fixed. as was her father's wish before he died, their way of life is preserved — it is a new dawn for atlantis, and kida is thrilled to be its queen during such a monumentous occasion.

after a busy meeting with her advisors, the queen descends upon milo's current hiding spot and sneaks up behind him. instead of startling him, though, she's gentle with her greeting — a tender touch to his arm draws the linguist to her presence and turns @wovetales into the chattering researcher she's grown to love. "one of my advisors saw you come this way," she tells him, chuckling to herself. "there is no hiding from me, milo thatch. i will always find you." her eyes dart to the book in his hand, and a wave of warmth floods her chest. the journal remains a reassuring sight. "you are free to study whatever you'd like," kida reminds him, stealing one of his hands in a firm grip, "but i am free to find you and interrupt your studies. consider it... my most important royal duty." mischief pulls her eyes into a playful squint. "ask questions. i am here. there is no more for me to do today." the queen purposely steps into his space (perhaps using it as an excuse to get close to him, to feel his familiar warmth against her side) and stares at the ruins he was reading. "what does it say?" when her head whips around to look at him, their close proximity is intentional (even though her eyes, wide as saucers and portraying innocence, humorously pretend otherwise).

[wovetales]

the   longer   he   takes   to   get   dressed   ,   the   more   he   can't   fathom   why   he   couldn't   just   stay.   why   do   you   have   to   be   so   dang   responsible   all   the   time   ,   milo   ?   anyone   with   a   lick   of   sense   would   look   at   arra   &   realize   that   spending   time   with   her   would   be   much   better   than   working   on   his   silly   little   lesson   plans.   of   course   ,   his   mind   just   doesn't   work   that   way   &   even   if   he   did   give   in   to   his   true   desires   ,   the   thought   of   unfinished   work   would   keep   him   from   fully   immersing   himself   in   the   evening.   doing   that   to   arra   would   be   greatly   unfair   to   her   &   she   deserves   nothing   more   than   his   full   attention   ,   as   well   as   his   best   self   when   he   isn't   worrying   over   the   things   he   needs   to   do.   at   least   she   understands   the   way   his   mind   works   ,   though   it   doesn't   make   this   whole   exchange   any   less   painful   ,   still   wishing   there   was   a   way   he   could   just   stay   here   a   little   bit   longer.   ❝   i   know   you're   not   upset   with   me.   ❞   milo   smiles   ,   finishing   the   last   button   on   his   vest.   ❝   i   know   you   well   enough   to   know   when   you're   mad.   you   usually   get   a   little   more   dismissive   when   you're   peeved   or   annoyed.   i   haven't   experienced   it   first   hand   of   course   ,   but   i've   seen   how   you   are   with   our   superiors.   ❞   he   chuckles   ,   recalling   a   few   instances   when   meetings   with   other   professors   &   their   colleagues   left   a   bad   taste   in   arra's   mouth.   ❝   you're   kinda   cute   when   you're   upset.   i   uh      .   .   .   hope   to   never   invoke   your   wrath   though.   you   giving   me   the   cold   shoulder   might   kill   me.   ❞

arra   then   presents   the   idea   of   them   moving   in   together   ,   which   is   a   reasonable   thing   to   mention   considering   how   long   they've   been   dating   one   another.   honestly   ,   milo   isn't   sure   why   he   didn't   think   of   the   idea   already   in   the   first   place   ,   thought   part   of   him   never   wanted   to   impose   on   his   girlfriend   with   the   idea   of   them   sharing   a   space   together.   he   knows   he   can   be   quite   a   lot   to   handle   on   most   days.   handling   him   all   the   time   ?   well   ,   actually   .   .   .   now   that   he   thinks   about   it   ,   when   he   looks   at   arra   ,   he   doesn't   feel   like   he's   bothering   her   with   his   on   going   talks   &   lectures.   usually   he   feels   bad   when   he   lets   his   mouth   run   when   explaining   something   he's   passionate   about   ,   but   with   arra   ?   he   knows   she's   genuienly   interested   ,   even   going   as   far   as   asking   questions   rather   than   change   the   subject   when   he's   done.   moving   in   together   &;   working   together   rather   than   parting   every   night   .   .   .   sounds   like   a   heavenly   scenario   ,   actually.   ❝   you'd   really   want   me   to   move   in   ?   ❞   milo   finishes   tying   his   shoes   ,   but   he   returns   to   the   bed   &   sits   beside   arra   ,   a   hand   resting   right   at   her   hip.   ❝   you   do   realize   that   means   fluffy's   coming   too   ,   right   ?   &   it'd   definitely   have   to   be   your   place   ,   'cause   mine's   a   bit   small   &   a   bit   of   a   mess.   i'd   need   time   to   go   over   everything   &   see   what   i   can   donate   or   get   rid   of.   believe   it   or   not   ,   i   do   have   some   junk   in   that   place   &   .   .   .   ❞   he   catches   himself   ,   realizing   he's   chattering   on   again   ,   but   if   anything   ,   it   just   shows   how   passionate   he   is   about   her   idea.   leaning   in   ,   he   gifts   his   love   a   sweet   kiss   ,   followed   by   a   gentle   nose   nuzzle.   ❝   no   need   to   think   about   it   ,   babe.   i   think   we   know   what   my   answer   is.   ❞

she's made her peace with milo's exit. it's inevitable. the man is exceptionally passionate and responsible when it comes to his work, and arra does not fault him for those positive qualities in the slightest. he made it clear when he came over, even — @wovetales expressed his need to return home and finish his work before they spent time together, and arra went into this evening expecting that. and yet... sure, it still hurts just a little. it aches, watching him climb out of bed and shuffle back into his clothes. she understands why. she's not mad at him for this. and still... maybe it makes her heart hurt. maybe she shoots him a proper pout to show him just how much it stings.

his search for his glasses comes up empty until arra reveals she's stolen them. giggling, she gives them up — she plucks them from her head and sets them in his palm. "couldn't help myself. i figured you'd just have to come back for them eventually." arra snuggles back against the pillows, sighing as she watches him finish getting dressed. "you know i'm not mad at you, right?" face flushed and hair messy, she scoots down into the blankets a bit more and peers at him with wide eyes. "i know you have to work... but i'll still miss you." milo mentions the semester's start, promising they'll spend more time together then, and she nods. "agreed. it'll work better for both of us once things pick up. just hate the in-between of it all."

he's just about done. arra frowns as he puts on his shoes. "what would you think about living together someday, milo?" lips twisted thoughtfully, the woman abandons her snuggled-down pose and sits up. "moving in with me... or me moving in with you. that way every night is together, and we can do work together, too." the image of them up late at night, grading assignments and scheduling coursework makes her happy. "might be something to think about, baby."

[wovetales]

the   creature   used   to   love   cold   &   cloudy   days   ,   as   they   gave   him   the   most   inspiration   to   write   his   songs on the piano.   now   since   being   reincarnated   ,   he   isn't   as   fond   of   them   as   he   once   was   before   &   the   sound   of   thunder   can   really   send   him   into   a   panic   ,   especially   if   he's   not   at   home.