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“daisy. it’s a lovely name,” one she lets roll off her tongue again. “daisy… it suits her, doesn’t it?”

and as she smiles, folding her hands with delight, a realization strikes her.

”now you’ll get all your dairy from daisy.”

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                                  “I think she likes it! Daisy!”

                He continues petting the cow’s head in gentle strokes, nearly maternal in his treatment of a cow nearly Kamui’s size. “Dairy from Daisy! Aww, that’s super sweet. I think she is going to do a great job! I love her! Thanks, Kamui!”

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                                                       happy birthday @soielait !! 

  “Ha~ppy birth~day!” sings the prince, the usual lilt in his voice even more noticeable than usual. He’s laying it on thick today, definitely– a birthday is always a big affair, especially when it’s the birthday of one (1) very dear retainer. 

Even more noticeable: the pile of presents he’s carting around in dainty hands. There’s a box, two, (three!? four?!)  mounds of ribbons and sparkles dusting down his front. There’s glitter in his damn hair, even; it practically catches in his eyelashes from the sheer amount of the stuff. Maybe, just maybe– this present is a total disaster? No matter!

He finds his retainer as quick as he can, places the pile down on a table with a none-too-subtle huff and shines him a grin. (It’s genuine and catty at the same time, a proud flush high on his cheeks and canines pointing out over full lips.)

                    “Happy birthday, Milk!”

   “I didn’t know what I should get you, so I just got you everything I could think of. Theere’s… hm! A new journal, a bunch of quills, a quiver, feathers for fletching, a few books (to press flowers in) and–” He’s ticking off his fingers now, expression falling into one of concentration as he tries to remember them all. “A chest-plate, a… ahem, a few new things for your wardrobe. …Just a few. A hairbrush, too! A sewing kit, a bunch of candies… I basically just walked around town and bought out half of the stores, yeah? I also forged your bow and got you a new pair of boots, since those are getting a little old. 

    I figured since you’ve never celebrated your birthday before, we should go all out and make up for all of the one’s we’ve missed, right? I also got you some fancy clothes for the little dinner I’ll be throwing tonight, so make sure you try them on.”

  … That’s about it, right? He lets his hands drop, finger-counting over, and offers his retainer (friend) a warm look. 

  “Let’s spend today together, doing whatever you’d like. It’s a celebration for me too, since we met a year ago today, so…as my final gift… today, Milk, I’ll pretend to be your retainer! Order me around as you see fit!”

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              Oh god, where does he even begin?

              For what feels like the first time in a long time, Milk is lost. He is starstruck. His breathing is more laughter than even exhales, tiny giggles betraying his face when he covers his mouth with his hands. Kane looks so happy, so proud that it fans the fire in Milk’s heart.

              The presents pile up higher and higher, until Kane disappears behind the stack he has created. Milk cranes over it, leaning on his toes to peek over glittery paper and hand-pulled ribbons, hands delicately moving the sparkly boxes away so he can bask in the glow of Kane’s smile. That was gift enough, the gentle flush of Kane’s cheeks and the liberally sequined shine of his eyes. How did he get so lucky?

                                          But—

                                  “T-this is all for me?”

              Journals, feathers, books... like the secret, embarrassing wishlist kept in his heart was being read in open candlelight. Milk can hardly keep up with what Kane rattles off, cradling one of the boxes against his chest, spreading glitter heavy against his threadbare shirt as he glances down at the paper the hides the beginning of the gifts. Just how much time went into this? He fidgets at the bows to hide the blush that creeps over his cheeks, to hide the flustered smile, so different than he knows or is used to. How much planning..?

              No one has ever given him attention so lavish, so... sparkly. Kane is truly one of a kind, counting ways of loving on his fingertips as he goes. 

              Clothes? The list tugs Milk’s attention back. Pretty clothes? Secret clothes? Clothes that fit? Candies, brushes, a pretty new bow... all of this is overwhelming, but the final tome-strike that sends static through his spine is the easy spoken words that tumble from Kane’s lips: 

                                          I’ll pretend to be your retainer! 

                 It nearly floors him, the very idea almost sending the box flying from his hands in shock. Lord Milk? Retainer Kane? N-No! That was nearly blasphemous! 

                                  “Lord Kane, I couldn’t! No way! That— I— That’s way too much! You don’t have to go that far, really! Just spending the day with you would be good enough for me!”

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                                                                          @soielait

       Birthdays were not something Theda knew well. Birthdays were things told in nostalgic tales, things that the older people or the visitors at the shrine talked about sometimes. They were like celebrations, he supposed, but he didn’t understand why people would celebrate something so menial.

       That didn’t change his resolve to show appreciation for Milk, his ally– no, his friend, on the day he seemed so eager to celebrate. Kane seemed eager too, if the glitter and pile of presents were anything to go off of.

       Theda waited patiently, waited until there was an opening between gifts, and approached Milk with a surprisingly…shy sort of stride. It only became apparent if you looked closely, though. His hands, scarred as they were, reached out, took Milk’s by the fingers and lifted them to rest upon his own shoulders.

       And then he wrapped his arms around the brunet’s torso, held him gently in a hug of sorts. He lingered, his head resting against Milk’s chest.

♰} I’m not good at birthdays. {♰

       Theda’s voice was calm, soft, almost apologetic even in its bluntness. His hold tightened.

♰} Death is inevitable. We all get closer to it all the time. But…I don’t want to see you die. {♰

       He let go then, taking one step back and giving Milk the tiniest of smiles, so faint that it was hardly even apparent at all. 

♰} So today I’ll celebrate you living. Your life is important. {♰

       A breath, and a wider smile.

♰} Happy birthday. {♰

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              Milk is the archer here, not Theda, and yet the soft words are an arrow to his heart so precise that it takes all of the air from Milk’s lungs with it. It is genuine care, love pure and sweet, shared between two people who shouldn’t know what the burn feels like. Milk can barely register to hug back for a moment, lost in the gentle caress of Theda’s words, but it is brief. 

              When he comes back down to earth, he is a meteor striking, a falling star so bright it blinds the wish-makers beneath it.

                                  “THEDA!!!”

              It’s loud, as loud as the blush on his face and the furious beating in his enthusiastic heart. It is the exact opposite of the birthday wish, the opposite of Theda, the differences between them as noticeable as their heights as Milk bends to bundle his friend in his arms, lifting Theda’s feet from the ground with the strength of Milk’s overbearing affection. Two people never meant to meet, never meant to hold another, united on a day never meant to happen. They are odds beaten, friendships forged, and love. They, in this moment, in all moments, are love.

              The smile on Milk’s face when he releases Theda from his arms is unearthly bright, a warmth that radiates from him like summer to the touch.

                                  “Thank you, really! This is the best birthday ever, I mean it! ‘s perfect! And even when death finally does come for me and I can’t have anymore birthdays like this one, I’ll definitely be thinking about you!”

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munifice replied to your post:brings him an entire cow with a ribbon on its...

she’s all yours!! name her whatever you’d like! (●⌒∇⌒●)

                                  “Whatever I want...”

            He can barely stick to one name himself, much less pick one name his very own pet. There was a moment of silence before he glances Kamui’s way, expression serious despite the less-than-serious air that surrounds him. “Daisy?”

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brings him an entire cow with a ribbon on its head!!!! this is ur pet now u can have all the milk u want

milk’s birthday party! 

                                 “This is for me??”

           Part of him can’t believe it, but this is... this is... his very first pet! A giant pet! And still pretty fluffy, too! He pets the cow’s head, moving the ribbon slightly to rub between it’s ears. 

                                 “I— wow! Thanks! I’m gonna keep it in my room. Whazzit’s name?”

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            And so the sun rises on another great day— or, well, it would if Nohr was privy to the sweet taste of the light. Not that the gloom bothered Milk in general, his enthusiasm not damped in the least by the chill that hangs in the air, especially not on today of all days.

                                  “Today’s my birthday!”

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I just think goodness is more interesting. Evil is constant. You can think of different ways to murder people, but you can do that at age five. But you have to be an adult to consciously, deliberately be good – and that’s complicated.

Toni Morrison [x] (via becketted)

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                                  “Do you think they’ll be mad?”

             Legs kick idly against the wall Milk rests on, soft skin brushing against the cold, mossy rock. The chill seeps into his fingers and toes, but he continues— left, then right, then left.

                                  “I didn’t mean to eat the tarts that the maids were saving. I thought anyone could have one! But I had l like three, and now they have to make a lot more ‘cause of me.”

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someone help them

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                                  “Lord Leo?”

             To see the royal awake so late is not uncommon, but Milk feigns surprise anyway, for both of their sake. His touch follows one of the shelves as he walks through the dark towards the candles that frame Leo’s work, fingertips bouncing over books and tomes and dust. He stands politely at the end of the table, hands clasped behind his back.

                                  “You should go to sleep! Isn’t reading late at night bad for your eyes or somethin’? What if you can’t read anymore and then can’t use your magic and then you die?”

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Well, you’re part of it. I can’t even make jokes about my plans for a dramatic death without one of you announcing undying loyalty or promising to die for me. It ruins the cinematic flair, you know? A reign of terror against my sense of drama in particular.   As for hugs, this is nice. I vote we continue this hug until one of us has to pee.

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                              Oh, so you don’t want me to say that I’d die for you without second thought if you gave me the command, or that I would gladly give my humble life up as a sacrifice to you even without your blessing as an ultimate show of my loyalty both on the battlefield and off? Okay!

                              So, if I’m not allowed to die yet, I guess we can hug forever! Good thing I’m a champ.

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matuguine replied to your post:milk: thedas cool!! literally anyone: he murders...

prayer hands @ milk forever honestly

he genuinely, honestly thinks theda is the coolest person hes ever met ( outside of kane and im sure theda will understand ) and like. no matter what he does or who he kills milk will still like idolize him to the moon and back even tho theyre so different in almost every conceivable way

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milk: thedas cool!! literally anyone: he murders people for sport and sometimes pleasure milk: haha yeah man he sure does

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destrangement replied to your post:HIGHKEY POWERSLIDES HIS WAY OVER TO MILK BEFORE...

We have to stop Theda’s reign of terror and ALSO I wanted a hug.

                                  I didn’t know Theda had a reign of terror! He’s been holding out on us. But you can have a hug any time, if that’s what you want.

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HIGHKEY POWERSLIDES HIS WAY OVER TO MILK BEFORE Wrappin' his arms around him and squeezing. Welcome to the rare Kane Hug, he will now bury his nose in you and squish until you want to die.

The sudden weight makes him laugh in surprise, the sound bubbling out of him like a meadow creek. It’s springtime on Milk’s face, like sunlight through transparent flower petals. It’s pure, the aura around him, light and warm and happy.

He bundles Kane is his arms, pulls him in close enough to feel the change of seasons in his smile. Spring to summer, so bright it makes his cheeks ache in a way that makes him feel alive in the most wholesome sense. He rests the side of his face against the side of Kane’s head, one thumb running gently back and forth on his Lord’s back in a subtle gesture of affection. 

“Hi, Lord Kane,” he says through summer laughter. “What’s going on?”

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                                  “It wasn’t me!”

             As if the broken plate on the floor could have belonged to anyone but the giant, nervous man standing alone in the kitchen, cheeks stained with jam and bread crumbs. If he had just kept his mouth shut when the fighter entered the room, he probably could have escaped unscathed, but his random, loud denial of a question she didn’t even ask was suspicious to say the least.

                                  “Honest! I-it was just broken when I came in here!”