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✧ | ❝ O-oh no, I'm sure parenthood is a lot more stressful... although it's a nice experience too, right ? ❞

There comes a sigh, followed by a shake of his head. Reflet is not one to brood over worrisome things, so he gives Abel a kind smile. There's a hint of curiosity in his eyes — as if he's willing to learn more from an older man's life story. Wondrous, adventurous, even the times that has brought pain, if one is comfortable enough to speak of the past.

❝ I'm sure your birthdays were quite eventful before now. ❞

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* Certain things intersect; stress and joy one and the same. Yet Abel couldn’t offer a response. So many regrets. The assumption of what’s resent deep within his loved ones, to claw out when Abel least expects. An overcorrection would make his insecurity too obvious.

* Besides, the matter of his birthday ? While the prior thoughts are commonplace, this one struck a new (aching) chord — one he wasn’t cognizant of until now. As such, the father of twos’ expression darkened. Dour, almost.

“ ... not exactly. There’s no space for even the most normal of birthdays growing up like I have; it’s still new to me. ”

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✧ | Oh, he gets a little bashful from the hug. He's not used to sudden touches like these, but he certainly doesn't mind them from Abel of all people.

❝ Ah— a nap ? You've been taking those a lot lately, though I can relate... ❞

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* Having children tires Abel out. Perhaps when they get older, Abel would have less time fretting over their condition.

“ Naps are a requirement for parents to not end up cranky. Or someone like yourself who’s under constant stress. ”

#• * — ( verse : smash. )#lueurxtactique #Abel plsss

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Abel swiftly opens the present, revealing wooden figurines of himself and the heroes he's allied with. " Wow, this is amazing! Thank you so much~!"

✧ | ❝ Heheh, you're welcome... It's not much— I had a bit of help from Chrom. He did the best he could, so make sure to thank him as well. ❞

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* Reflet gets a huuuuuge hug from Abel.

“ I will --- but after I open my other presents and take a nap ! ”

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* On his way to open his birthday gifts.

#• * — ( verse : other. )#I forgot it was this bastard's (affectionately) birthday.

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✧ | Reflet makes no haste to peek in once Abel settles in, although he’s quick to note the irresistable comfort of a bed and pillows. He understands that it must’ve been a long day for the weary traveller. Despite the wandering and being far from home, one can hope that the security of a temporary home would help them sleep through the night.

❝ Yeah, I’ll let them know. ❞ He speaks with the same gentleness as before, satisfied with the other man’s reaction, ❝ rest assured, you’ll sleep comfortably and undisturbed. ❞ On cue, Reflet pulls the door halfway, ready to end the night on a good note. A small sigh escapes him, followed by a yawn covered by the paleness of his palm. His body signals like a clock now, urging him to hurry up with his final words. He’ll have plenty of time getting to know Abel in the coming days.

❝ In case you need anything, my room is nearby— to the east of this hallway. I’ll leave a note on my doorknob… Sleep well, Abel, and good night. ❞ Words spoken so pleasantly, he closes the door and leaves with a smile on his face.

* Under the agreement of having his sleep --- hopefully --- undisturbed, Abel regards the other with a lethargic nod. Still gripping the pillow with equally diminished strength, lids growing heavier by the moment. Abel’s head cants to the side, as if his head’s also affected.

“ Mhm~ ”

* Discarding and folding any extraneous parts of his outfit, the monarch settles, focused on his task, yet answers again. This time, mimicking Reflet’s gentle tone, albeit tired.

“ ... thank you... g’night... ”

* Without another word, Abel collapses above his handiwork, leaving it crumpled and undone. His cheek rubbing against the soft texture, a sigh of relief. Slowly, he drifts off to sleep, gripping the sheets beneath in a weak fist.

#* Verse : Fire Emblem XIII .#lueurxtactique

“ I wonder what sort of impala they’re taming; the animal, or the vehicle ? ”

#• * — ( verse : modern. )

what color is your aura?

Beige

lattes, dry fields, footprints, easels, cat fur, pottery, fresh-baked cookies. your essence is beige: you are an even-tempered and comforting presence. you take refuge in your sanctuary and creature comforts; the warmth you exude flees from spontaneity or change. you are consistent and indulgent.

you are the sleepy. you are the satiated. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of brown, umber, tawny, and ashen, who share your patient nature. you are also drawn to the expressive souls sky and cream, who will help you grow and teach you to explore new ideas. however, you may struggle to get along with the spontaneous personalities of blush and lilac who seem too frivolous.

Taggged by. Stole this from my other acc. Tagging. owo

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* It’s that time of the year again.

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“ Imagine feeling intimidated over someone not wearing pants. It couldn’t be me, that’s for sure. ”

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✧ | Sensitive to close distance, heat rising when a gentle touch takes away the light weight off his shoulder. Reflet can’t help but stare in momentary confusion. Despite one who values others, who reaches out and form their strength through bonds, he is somewhat meek about physical contact at times. When closeness becomes intimate, or near so. But he can’t let his mind go frantic, it was merely a helpful hand from someone he’s getting to know better. Perhaps soon to be proper friends.

A moment of silence, Reflet’s gaze wanders anxiously when he realises what he’s done right before. How embarrassed he is, ready to scold himself for letting his heart run loose like that.

❝ … Is that what I did ? I didn’t realise I might be boring you with all that… ❞ Apologetic about his rambling, the strategist bows lightly.

* Judging by the warmth enveloping Reflet’s cheeks, Abel thought he struck a chord. Whether positive of negative, he’s clueless about the result. Managing to, instead, bring out meekness from the enigmatic strategist.

* ‘ The most mysterious in the Vigilantes. ’ Reflet’s heart, however, worn on his sleeves, says volumes. Whether or not the Reflet of the past’s so open, so obvious, remains unverifiable. It begs the question: was he always like this; revealing thought and emotion so easily ?

* Either way, Abel beamed. The opposite of tedious. It’s a topic worth discussing. Admitting his fondness over how Reflet holds people in high regard.

“ Boring ? No, no, I’m quite impressed. Having loved ones is one the most important thing in one’s life. ”

#• * — ( verse : fire emblem / xiii. )#lueurxtactique

If this ear infection continues for a week longer, I am going to fist fight a deity of my own choosing.

#• * — ( ooc. )#Every time it gets treated it comes back with a vengeance.

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✧ | He is slow to react, distracted by a whimsical charm. A moment of silence to admire his friend in leaving. Maybe he’s not good at hiding particular emotions sometimes, this being one of them. Abel’s concern does settle in, only to change the course of thoughts. There is another bond Reflet is fond of, memories of first impressions and the now makes him realise how long he has come with his comrades.

❝ Oh… No, it’s not like that. ❞ A sheepish smile to accompany reassuring words. ❝ He’s trying to ease you into meeting Frederik soon… Freddi is intimidating at first, but he’s really a big softy. ❞ True words for him to live by — he has the personal experience after all. The wariness for the sake of protecting one’s liege against a seemingly unusual stranger. Some things never change, but growth is a sign of unbreakable bonds.

Convenience makes everything easier. They’re already near the guest room Reflet has been looking for. With a snap of his fingers, an indication of a small victory, he makes his way to the entrance. He opens it to take a look, everything seems to be in place and comfortable enough. Pleased, he turns to Abel with a small smile. He moves to the side as if to allow room for observation.

❝ Here’s the room that you’d be staying in. I hope it’s to your liking… ❞

* Not much else to focus as the blue figure left, Abel’s line of sight fixed on the source of the gentle voice. Grip on wood loosened, shoulders relaxed; gaze soft and weary. From tension to serenity. Reflet’s aura is gentle. Soothing Abel’s nerves in addition to oncoming fatigue --- mustering the ghost of a smile.

“ Duly noted. ”

* Preferable to be strict than neglectful. Some discomfort displayed within Abel over musing about this stranger, discarding his self-consciousness to not announce his insecurities. Perhaps another grin would convince hiding such melancholy thoughts. Even so, there’s reasons beyond forcing. A pristine-looking room, reasonably-sized bed, spaces meant for storage. Even a desk. Such attention to detail; enough space dedicated to essentials.

* Focusing on Reflet once more after scanning his surroundings, he quips light-heartedly.

“ I’ve stayed in shabbier places. ”

* Inviting himself onto bed, he bounced a tad to test the waters. Not too stiff, nor too loose; it hardly budged from his weight, and yet its shape makes the occupant’s presence obvious. Abel’s in for a pleasant night; so he assumed. Fluffing the pillows after he tests the integrity of the mattress... again, it felt exquisite.

“ Can you tell the servant or maid or whoever’s available to not bother me for the night ? I don’t like intrusions. ”

#• * — ( verse : fire emblem / xiii. )#lueurxtactique

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✧ | Thanks for falling for the Chrom trap. Now Reflet might not stop…

He lights up to the mention of a certain prince, a bit of a whiplash from the previously concerning expression.

❝ He has told some amusing ones before… ! He’s a bit clumsy, but Guire has been helping him come out. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed how it is for royalties, normally stuck in the castle, used to a certain set of rules and lifestyle… but Chrom’s a special case, anyway. ❞

* That’s quite the change in mood. Abel watched as Reflet spoke fondly of Chrom --- although with one caveat.

“ I see. That’s nice to hear. Although I’m wondering what you meant by ‘ special case. ’ ”

* Closing in on the strategist, Abel plucked off some down off Reflet, courtesy of his forefinger and thumb. Lifting the soft feather up to eye level, he studies it momentarily, and discards it. Reflet’s shoulder is now down-free.

“ Do you talk someone’s ear off like this when it comes to people you care about ? ”

#• * — ( verse : fire emblem / xiii. )#lueurxtactique