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Christmas Challenge 10
Sexual tension? Between your muse and which skeleton? Any at all? Has something happened? Might something happen?
Mockingbird. Nothing’s happened yet. He hopes it does. Soon, too. He doesn’t know how much longer he can stand his heart racing whenever he sees them.
Christmas Challenge 17
In your opinion, what’s the best kind of gift? And do you give those kinds of gifts? Give us an example, something your bird is gifting to another skeleton!
The best kind of gift is a gift that has a lot of thought behind it, preferably one that is homemade or unique in some way. Because that shows the giftee that the gifter cares about them and really wanted the gift to be special.
For example. His gift for Mallard. A beautiful art book from their favorite artist. They mentioned this artist to Asher several, several times. Offhanded, but Asher always listens. So he bought this book, and hopes that they like it.
Christmas Challenge 16
Could you imagine being married? Do you dream about your wedding? Who of the Birds could you most see yourself getting married to?
Of course Asher can see himself getting married. He’s a hopeless romantic. Dreaming isn’t exactly the word for it, but he’s definitely thought about it more than once. Not in major detail but he figures it’ll happen when it happens.
But he knows for sure that when people get married, they should do it because they’re best friends. And if that’s the only criteria, Asher could only see himself getting married to Dove.
Christmas Challenge 14
Could you imagine having a child? Now or in the future? Why or why not? With whom?
Asher is definitely not looking for a child right now. He doesn’t have nearly any of his life together enough to support a child and give them the things that they need. He likes kids, why else would he be studying children’s literature? He would totally babysit and be the cool babysitter if someone asked, but a child is not in the picture for him right now at all. Maybe in the future, if he finds the right person.
If he were to have a child with someone, he would probably pick Pigeon. He’s not sure why. Maybe it’s how level-headed they seem all the time. Or how they always seem to know what’s going on and be ahead enough to anticipate it.
Christmas Challenge 13
Favorite kind of music? Favorite song? Holiday songs?
Asher’s favorite kind of music is techno/ rap/ light rap. He’s not sure how to describe it. He doesn’t like the heavy rap, but something about the way that certain artists tie together words is absolutely astounding and makes him so jealous. It’s poetry. Poetry with music. And yeah, it might be cliche but it doesn’t matter.
His favorite song changes so much, but currently his favorite song is ‘Sunflower’ from Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse. He can’t stop listening to it and it makes him very happy.
He’s...indifferent on holiday songs. But there’s one that he enjoys so much. ‘Christmas Eve/ Sarajevo’ by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. It fills him with so much passion and light whenever he hears it.
Christmas Challenge 15
Favorite food? Favorite Holiday snacks?
Asher’s favorite food is pomegranates. He likes the process of eating them, in addition to the taste. He considers it jokingly a “special talent” of his that he can pick a pomegranate clean and leave no arils inside the fruit.
Holiday snacks are a bit of a different story and significantly less healthy. His favorite holiday snacks are those horribly unhealthy Hostess/Little Debbie holiday cakes. He loves the food his family makes, but he can’t deny the sweet memories of being five years old and eating those cakes with his grandmother.
Christmas Challenge 12
When’s the last time you were in love? Could you imagine falling in love again in the close future? What would the other person need to be to suit your romantic tastes and needs?
Asher’s a hopeless romantic. So who knows the last time he’s been in love, and the next time he’ll inevitably be in love again. He is so, so capable of loving. He never falls in love with the same type of person, either. Or at least, the same trait in two people may not catch his attention equally. But they do need to be kind. And honest. And generous.
Christmas Challenge 08
Without a question, Asher would go dancing with Hummingbird. He can barely keep up with them in a normal situation, maybe he would be able to keep up in a dance. You never truly know someone until you dance with them, after all.
The Uncaged! Top to Bottom: Swan, Dove, Magpie, Cuckoo, Parrot, Shrike, Owl, Mockingbird, Canary!
Christmas Challenge 06
Asher tries to be nice all the time, even when people aren’t watching. His grandmother always taught him that it was always a measure of someone’s character to look at what they do when they think no one is watching. Probably the nicest thing he’s ever done is when he was a kid. His teacher went on maternity leave, and she was replaced with a teacher who no one else in his class liked. One day, after a particularly unruly day, Asher went home and pulled a small candle out of a closet. He wrapped a ribbon around it, and wrote the teacher a nice note. The next day he left it on her desk at the end of the day. She never found out it was him.
The naughtiest thing he’s ever done...once, on a dare, he stole candy from a gas station. He got in so much trouble. On one hand, he got in trouble for stealing, on another, he got in trouble for doing what his friends told him to do, and on a third hand, he got a very long lecture from his father and grandmother about how he couldn’t do certain things and how people would treat him differently than his all-white friends. He didn’t find out until years later, but the friends who had dared him to steal also got in trouble because, according to his grandmother, “how dare they make their Black friend steal the candy that they want?” But he didn’t hang out with those friends after that anyway, so no harm no foul.
Christmas Challenge 05
Asher has been finished with Christmas shopping since the end of November, practically. On top of his list he compiled over the year, he absolutely takes advantage of, not Black Friday or Cyber Monday, but Small Business Saturday. Small Businesses, thrift shops, and homemade gifts are his specialty.
He loves going shopping with friends, but he needs to make sure that he doesn’t need to buy gifts for the friends he is shopping with! He gets gifts for pretty much everyone he knows. Even if it’s just a little stick of candy or packet of hot chocolate.
So of course he jumped at the chance to participate in a Secret Santa. What did he get? That’s a secret. Obviously.
Christmas Challenge 04
Asher doesn’t know how to play any instruments beyond the recorder and other little instruments that elementary schools teach students how to play. He likes to fiddle with instruments, however, if there are instruments lying around. He could probably fake his way through a piano or guitar improvisation, and maybe henpeck a simple song on the piano, but that’s all.
He would love to learn how to play an instrument. Any instrument. And the person he’d like to teach him would be Owl. They seem to know a lot of things, including instruments. It might take some convincing to take him on as a student, but if he can convince them, he feels like they would be a good teacher. He can tell just by looking at them how much knowledge they have hidden behind their eyes.
Christmas Challenge 03
Christmas Challenge 02
Who affects the pace of your muse’s heart? Shrike. Not necessarily because they speed it up, but because they keep it level, or can level it out. Asher knows that no matter what, he can always count on Shrike to give him a straight, no-bullshit answer. Even if it’s going to hurt his feelings or be the answer he doesn’t want to hear. Shrike doesn’t sugar coat anything, and Asher appreciates that more than he thinks they know.
Christmas Challenge 01
Asher loves Christmas. He wouldn’t say it’s his favorite holiday, but he never passes up an opportunity to show his family and friends how much he loves and appreciates them. Every year he looks forward to getting together with his family Christmas Eve. His favorite part, besides seeing everyone’s faces light up when he gives them their gifts, is at midnight he and all his cousins and uncles run outside and run around in the snow, before running back inside for hot chocolate and Christmas Cookies.
All throughout the year, he keeps a running list of things that people mention needing or wanting. When Christmas rolls around, he has that list and picks something that he can make or find for a gift. Easy, no-stress shopping, and it feels so much more personal than just getting a generic gift. That way he can focus more on the spirit of the holiday, rather than the materialism.
Wayward Souls
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Asher laughed. “Thanks. He’s not really a god, but he’s definitely…something not human. He rules the woods, but he does it by forcing people to keep his lantern lit. Or else he’ll die. And he can only get people to do his bidding once they’ve lost all hope, or become the trees he needs to keep his lantern lit.”
He smiled. “Nope, I’m here all by myself. I was told that it would be a good idea for me to come to the party.” He winked. Obviously it was something to do with the Voliere. If Gia was here, it definitely was. “I can teach you some steps, easily. I could even teach you to lead so you can sweep some lovely ladies off their feet.”
Ruler of the woods - it really did seem to fit his costume quite well. “So what happens? Does he keep it lit?” Gia asked curiously.
“Me too,” she confirmed at his wink. “I would have come anyway, though. Even without the… hint.” She wasn’t sure how she felt about Asher still being part of the process. She adored him, but the Volière was, well. Poison. She didn’t want him getting mixed up in it. But it was either try to sabotage his chances - which he would surely see as a betrayal - or let him move forward without saying anything - which was almost as bad, if not worse. Luckily, it was only October. She had time to figure out what to do. Even if the clock was ticking.
She tossed her empty cup of punch into the trash, nodding. “Yes. That’s exactly what I need,” she laughed. “Let’s go.” She took Asher’s hand and gently tugged him towards the dance floor, not caring if the song currently playing was the appropriate tempo. They could make it work.
Asher shook his head. “No. Because, he’s not the hero of the story. He’s defeated by two brothers, and a woodsman he’d tricked. He’d tricked him into believing that it was the woodsman’s daughter in the lantern.” He gave a small smile. So he was right. The Voliere had something in mind for tonight. But that was for later. Right now, Gia was pulling him to the dance floor. “Oh, perfect!” he laughed. “Okay, so what type of dancing do you want me to teach you first? Something more elegant or more fun?”
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌
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The letter had come during Asher’s Mystery literature class. He read the letter flap and immediately excused himself, like it said. Once he left the room, he heard the sound. It pulled at his heartstrings, his chest, something quietly primal inside him. It didn’t take him long to find the source. The iPod–not his own. How on Earth… He put in the earbud and glanced around. Only when he was sure no one was around did he open the letter.
asher.
when her phone chimed on her coffee table and her laptop booted up right beside it, hana paused where she sat. strewn out on espresso wood floors around her was a littering of magazines filled with fall and winter aesthetic. she had on a pair of her black overall shorts and a white fitted tee and by now her curls had almost entirely escaped her hair-tie attempt at securing them. one curl was blown out of her way and she set down a pair of scissors to push herself up to her knees just to grab the edge of her coffee table and slide it closer across the fluff of the cream rug. from there she could see the familiar male, who was still mostly a stranger to her. hana hoped to change that and this…would point her in the strongest direction she hoped to getting to know the kind male. “good luck, asher.” she murmurs, a fond smile on her lips before she was glancing down from the footage of him outside his class room door. tiny spy-grade cameras had been placed along several very common paths, specifically leading towards the wanted destination.
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As he read the letter, he couldn’t help a shiver of nervousness and anticipation streak up his back. A mysterious person, trusting him with this letter. But he knew it was all some sort of test. To see if he was worthy, truly worthy of belonging to the Voliere. If he could follow directions, but still somehow be himself. Or at least that was the way he perceived it. How did they work? How did they know so many things? How did they even know where he was?
He stopped. And looked up. He had wandered out of the Old Building and towards the Recreation Building, where the dance studios were. He read further into the letter and smiled. Good, he was going in the right direction anyway. He walked towards Room 144, earphones still in listening to the playlist. To the passersby he was sure he looked like he was just going to class. But he couldn’t help turning the contents of the letter over and over again in his head. Something about him that, if people knew, would make him unwantable. Would make people draw back and disassociate themselves from him.
Room 144. He opened the door.
