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Muse’s Memories (OPEN)
💗- A memory about a good deed they did
“Sir, do you have any change?”The child looked up at him with teary eyes, one tiny hand held out. Messy pale-brown hair, ragged clothes, small posture and barely any flesh on the bones. One of the many children condemned to a life of poverty in the back streets of the capital of Atlantis. And yet there was something striking, something different about this child.…Of course. That was it. This boy looked like his own son, Milon. It was the eyes, dark grey-blue, looking up at him with that striking amount of trust.“What’s your name, child?”“Alain, sir.”“I have a son who is about your age. He could use a brother.”“S-sir! You mean…”“Come along, Alain.” Critias smiled. “We’re going home.”
💖- A memory that made them feel special
“Come on, Dartz. Pay attention. What did I just explain?”“…I don’t know. I was thinking about something else” the crown prince admitted.Critias looked confused. “About what?”“Ehm…” The child looked embarrassed. “…Can I call you uncle?”“Uncle?” Critias chuckled. “Of course, but why?”“Because I already have a dad so calling you dad would be weird.”“…I guess it would be. Do you call Timaeus and Hermos ‘uncle’ as well?”“No.”“Why not?”“Because they’re both big brother.”Critias laughed a little. “That makes sense. Can we continue class now?”
(special thanks to @begetsmonsters for the idea of Critias being dad)
