@armafidelium - tumblr ate ur ask but I remembered most of it so here u go Ami I love u
The week leading up to Ezreal’s birthday was nothing short of obnoxious. Aphelios, along with Alune and the others, would have received multiple reminders and notifications the closer the day got. Maybe he was a little too excited—being able to share a day with people he cared about and trusted with his whole being—something that he didn’t really think would be possible for him. Regardless, this band had been good to him—good for him—and if weren’t for HEARTSTEEL, he wouldn’t have met his best friend.
So maybe good things do happen, after all.
Ezreal had just gotten back from shopping—getting his usual box of pastries from the bakery down the street ( with a few extras ), skateboard tucked under his arm before he closed the door behind him with his foot and leaned the board in the wall next to the door.
His phone was going insane with notifications from fans and friends alike—He knew Yone had something planned with the group, but there was still time before that. For now, Ezreal figured he’d go get a few things for himself, and now that he was home he made a beeline towards the kitchen, placing the box on the counter, taking out a couple of strawberry tarts from the box and placing the rest of the sweets in the fridge. He hoisted himself into the counter, scrolling through social media as he shoved one into his mouth, perking up slightly as he heard footsteps of someone entering the room.
Citrine gaze fell onto Aphelios, the smaller swallowing the pastry in his mouth and wiping whatever debris came from it with the back of his hand. “Oh, hey, Phel! What’s u—“ he paused, gaze moving down to the gift in his hand, blinking at the cute paper and bow. “Hah, did Alune wrap this for you?” He teased as the gift was handed to him, Ezreal turning it in his hands as his feet swung lightly from the ledge of the counter.
It didn’t take long for him to tear the paper and open the box, eyes lighting up at all of the photography-based accessories for his phone. “Dude, this is sick! You really pay attention, huh?” He tilts his head slightly as he gently takes the items out from the box, looking at the card and snorting softly before he seems something else, fingers gently taking the paper out to see the melody of music written for him, Ezreal’s eyes scanning the music in his hand before he jumps down and reaches up to hook his arm around his best friends neck and yank him down to his level. The smile on the smaller’s features is bright as he waves the melody around in his hand.
“Hey, you wanna go to the studio and play around with recording this? We’ve got a LOT of time ‘til whatever Yone’s planning! This is super cool, Phel! …Thanks, man.”
