✍ ✎ ✉ ☎ ☏ ∞ ☯ ☮ ♪ ♬ ♛ ♚ ☠ ❂ ✈ ϟ ♦ ✦ ◊ ((I am very very sorry and also a bit drunk)
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
I feel as if we all have our own guilt. But Zargabaath alone feels burdened by it as well. Perhaps the needless war had more of a toll on him than I previously anticipated. We should likely have a conversation regarding it. He's a good man, he needs to simply realize it all too well.
✉: For a regular text message from my muse.
I saw a large steer today, I thought of you--well I thought it was funny.
☎: For a drunk phone call.
...Zargabaath--I--ergh..need to talk to you--about Drace-yeah that's the one. Wait no not Drace the bahamut that's it.--hic!-
☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
I find it odd I have to write a letter directly to get your attention. You're likely in the city again, but when you return I'd like to discuss a few reports.
∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
If trust had to be ranked, Zargabaath would be one of the two Judge Magisters Gabranth would rely on. Despite Zargabaath's previous habit of merely following orders and staying out of internal affairs, Gabranth knows there's a good man inside him.
☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
It was awkward, certainly so the moment Zargabaath closed in. They had sparred, and naturally their skills were in various other methods but Gabranth had exerted himself in laying the both of them flat. Rising, the embrace had been loose and with one arm. Blinking, he shook his head. "Perhaps a drink would've been better. Aye."
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
Gabranth and Zargabaath would argue over the best means of dealing with a situation. Zargabaath seems more oriented with the people and placing himself in their situation as would he punishing a criminal. Gabranth sees himself as the Judge motif through and through, leaving him no time to think on the other person's behalf.
♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.
Hilarious, Zargabaath. Hilarious.
♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?
Gabranth would simply follow his duties unless they were designated something entirely bizarre or humiliating.
♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?
Gabranth would trust his servant, and confide in him for counsel much like a king would his advisor.
☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
The death would weigh on him, the empty place left in his wake an obvious one. Mourning would be in private, the notion would linger as he'd see the effect it would have on the people of Archades as well. In time, Gabranth would do his best to at least shape himself much how Zargabaath's was in regard to the people and helping them as well as Larsa. If he was murdered, Gabranth would swiftly deal out death in turn and avenge his friend.
❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.
"Zargabaath, watch this step--oof!" Gravity had been harsh in that respect, the moment Zargabaath's heavy frame collided with his it had been a tell tale sign that they'd be taking a topple down the stairs. Thankfully they had the armor on, but having Zargabaath's weight land on him wasn't helping anything. "Guh!" Groaning, it was a mass of armor, limbs, and of course two grown men having taken a rather humorous tumble down the stairs. "Should've--watched--that step...urgh."
✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.
They would actually sit by each other and talk the whole flight or simply prefer to sit by each other rather than apart.
ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
Neither are afraid of storms, but at the risk of getting wet they would most likely occupy themselves with other things. Zargabaath would likely suggest food and drink, considering their work would be caught up by then.
♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?
You're drunk, Zargabaath.
✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?
Gabranth would offer his thanks, but do his best to return the favor tenfold. Nothing would stop him from remembering his debt to the other.
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