#future artem

[alvisgate]

“Alvi”

The manors kitchen is rather large, Artem is pulling a screaming kettle into a cup filled with dried Artems Rose petals,

Meanwhile the cup across from them is still empty, and several options for tea are pulled out near that cup, including a jar labeled artems rose.

“Hey Alvi” they smile to their friend

“Pick whichever kind of tea you’d like, we have a lot of options now”

They take a sip of their tea with a content looking smile “So how are you?”

"You too?"

Alvi voice was uncharacteristically solemn. It hadn't been very long since Art offered the same food. Did the two talk? The beginning of something like hatred unfurled in his stomach.

[alvisgate]

Tank makes a low noise as Avi sobs against him in bed. Alvi strokes his chin in response, and Tank settles into his touch.

Crying was helpful in releasing the stress, but Alvi was angry at himself for letting the situation get him so worked up. At least he didn't cry in public. His uncle used to-

No, that brings a horrible feeling. Alvi doesn't want that memory back right now.

Why would Art feed him fae food? Alvi could be foolish, but not naive. Art was seeking a claim of power over him. The only thing he didn't understand was motivation. But did it really matter?

It didn't. It doesn't. Not even if Art and Artem are proven to be two different personalities. Not even if Art had helped pull them together after a first(?) killing that racked his being. Not even if his wrath demanded they know what could lead someone to magic manipulations after burying their friend.

Damn it. Alvi reaches for their phone.

[alvisgate]

:alvi

: yes :3

[alvisgate]

What happened with Art last night?

This isn't kiss and tell.

[alvisgate]

“Alvi”

When he arrives they land in the batburger. There’s a field of strange flowers growing outside the restaurant and there are many shambling undead seen outside the large glass windows that seem to be completing various tasks and jobs

He takes a moment to sniff the air before taking the scenary in stride and going inside. They look for where Art is seated.

[alvisgate]

“Alvi” Art calls

Blue eyes blink at them within seconds.

[alvisgate]

“Alvi~” the name is said in a musical way and carried a feeling of welcome

They are summoned, a look of concern on their face.

"What do you mean 'more active'"

[alvisgate]

[@gothamghostwhispers]

[@bugboi-of-gotham]

Two strange figures stand outside Bugboi's door. One is the spitting image of Artem, but held themself with more confidence. Their expression was an odd one of anxiety and delight.

The other is also androgynous and clearly sleep-deprived. Their hair is frazzled, gunk is still in their eyes, and his sharp teeth are bared at the other enby in the hallway.

Alvi knocks on the door.