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TEXT 📱 BAS ⇢ HUNTER

BAS: Miss me yet?

SEBASTIAN 📱 HUNTER

SEBASTIAN: If your reply to this text isn't "yes, I'll duet with you for this challenge," you're going to wake up at 3am to me outside your window with a boom box like it's 1985.

#interactions: hunter #// if you don't say yes to the question i didn't ask he says

Dalton had been respective enough to give its alumni members free room and board during the extensive reunion. Sebastian never heard of a reunion that lasted for two weeks, but he wasn’t surprised, this was Dalton after all. They had always been good to him, to all of his former friends. A lot of guys who he knew he’d been spending time with these next two weeks.

He stared at himself in the mirror of his hotel room, his hands smoothing down the lapels of the blazer he wore over his dress shirt. This outfit worked. Appearances were everything to him - even when he was at Dalton, he had a reputation to uphold. Sighing, he let his hands fall from his jacket as his eyes glanced into the closet, there hanging on the rack was his old Dalton blazer. Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath before he shut the door and spun on his heel to leave his room.

After he grabbed a drink from the bar, Sebastian headed out to the back of the hotel where they had set up benches around a fire pit. Shifting the glasses on his face, he made his way over to an empty bench and decided to have a seat, his drink in hand. Until he recognized an old face. Smirking with his drink to his lips, Sebastian slid his tongue over his lips. "Well, you're a sight for sore eyes, Hunter Clarington."

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TEXT 📱 BAS ⇢ HUNTER

BAS: Hey, you. I'm coming over. Feel free to put on your cute pajamas and wait for me in bed.

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@madefate asked: What are you trying to do? / hunter @ willow !

Willow turned her head halfway toward Hunter the moment he spoke. “Oh, Hunter! Come here!” she said, greeting him with a bright, unmistakably warm smile before scooting aside to give him a proper view of what she’d been tending to for days. A neat row of florals stretched out before them, each one raised from seedling to bloom without a hint of magic. Human Realm flowers—vivid in color, cheerful in shape…and best of all, they didn’t bite, which felt like a pretty fair trade.

“Look—they’re all homegrown. This one’s for Eda,” she added, pointing out a thorny bloom, deep crimson in color. “And the big one is for King. He’d like that,” she mused with a chuckle. “Oh, and these two are for my dads. And these are for the Blights. And Mr. Porter is here…” Her hand drifted back to her lap as she turned to face Hunter again, her expression gentler now. “It’s nice, I think. That we can have a little bit of everyone, even when they’re so far away.”

She grew quiet for a moment, her gaze lingering on the flowers before she shrugged, a small shiver passing through her. “I’m thinking about adding the Hexside students next…! But if all goes right, we should be out of here before I can even see that batch bud.” She let out a slow sigh, then smiled faintly. “Still, I like having something to do.” After a beat, she looked back at him.

“What about you? What are you up to, Hunter?”

#>> ( toh || 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑊 ic ) <<#interactions: hunter #madefate

@madefate asked: ❝ i’m fine. just... blurry. ❞ / hunter @ Willow!

Titan, the human world was dangerous!! And Willow took an “I’m fine” from Hunter with more than one grain of salt.

Thank goodness for Camilla, who—(thank her mom-ness!!)—had an ice pack stashed somewhere nearby. So, in a blur of urgency and mild panic, Willow had zoomed out the door, snagged the ice pack from the kitchen, and zipped right back to where Hunter had so unceremoniously lost a battle with physics. Of course this was the day the rest of their friends had decided to visit the local public pool—a desperate, well-meaning mission to cheer Luz up. But what was Willow to do alone?

This was exactly why magic was such a lifesaver! You could clean a floor without making it slippery, so that socks couldn't condemn someone to smacking against a wall against their will! Alas, it was no use focusing on what could have been.

Willow, trying very hard not to look as panicked as she felt, knelt beside Hunter. She gently helped him sit upright—though he didn’t need too much help, which was sort of reassuring—and guided him to lean back against the wall. She then retrieved the ice pack and pressed it softly against the back of his head, her touch careful, practiced, and just a little apologetic. “...Maybe now would be the time to invest in Luz’s infamous ‘grippy socks’,” she said with a nervous giggle, flashing him a lopsided grin as she settled onto her knees beside him.

The young witch held up her hand, three fingers outstretched, and leaned a little closer. “Okay, Hunter,” she said in the most seriously clinical tone she could manage, “how many fingers am I holding up?”

#//I hope this is okay!!#>> ( toh || 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑊 ic ) <<#interactions: hunter #madefate

cont. from (x) for hunter @mischiefmuses

…ah. Of course; he’s only met Arthur in his more…colorful outfit - no wonder the other looks confused. Glancing around a moment, he steps closer, lowering his voice. “It’s Kal-El. Is everything all right? You’re pretty far out of your normal waters. Or- has Atlantis decided to open relations?” He lights up at the thought; the last time they’d met, Arthur had still been skeptical, but Clark thinks he’s warming up to the idea.