art trade with @eatyourmaker !! except i went overboard and made my part into a comic HEHE
fanfic below because i’m not sure how to alt text this without going overboard :’3
———————— A TREAT YOU DESERVE
“How about you tell me what you want for breakfast? My treat.”
Evermore places his hand on Rick’s back as he lets the tired man think.
It’s a cold winter morning. Although the sky is a nice blue, clear and clean, it is awfully windy, and even when the air is still, the cold bites when it can.
The mayor of this small simple town finds himself at the iron gates of a large, ivory-coloured house. In front of its grand exterior is a carefully tended garden of colours. Tall trees almost caress the walls but not quite; they barely reach the upper level windows.
Of course, it’s nothing that impressive compared to his one-of-kind home but… Evermore could consider it competition.
That’s a thought for another day.
“Hmm…” Rick stands still in thought. “Maybe… Well, pancakes are a nice idea,” he begins.
As the tired man tries to figure out his options, Evermore suddenly couldn’t help but feel something at the back of his head. Like a burning feeling. A very gradual one but it’s there.
Rick continues to muse, inattentive. “Or eggs. Like eggs on toast? But I can make that at home though.”
Internally, Evermore excuses himself and tunes out Rick for the moment, trying to find that burning feeling. It annoys him.
As he glances behind himself, he peers over the iron gate’s finials and above the young trees, beyond the finely trimmed garden, Evermore finally spots his problem.
At the house itself, facing the open streets, there is an open window with a woman there, holding a steaming cup.
It is a woman he knows very well; a relative of his partner, Rick. Carmen, one of the few people that could rival the greatest man himself, stands by the window with one of the most seething scowls she could ever give. A familiar look but seething nonetheless.
Evermore’s face scrunches slightly. Ough, he groans in his mind.
He knows too well what words that glare of her’s tell and Carmen doesn’t even need to say anything. It is one of those ‘do something wrong or you will get it’ looks. In this case, Evermore thinks it’s probably something like ‘treat him right or you die.’
“I don’t know,” Rick concludes. “I can have anything. I’m not picky.”
But Evermore knew that. That was in his plan from the start.
“I hear you,” the mayor finally answers to Rick. “I’ll get you all that you ask for.”
Rick blinks. “No, just one thing is fine.”
“Nonsense!” Evermore pats Rick’s shoulder assuringly. “It’s my treat and a treat you deserve.”
