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#OurGravityYoungjaeDay

Happy 24th Birthday, Choi Youngjae!! Thank you for being born so we can love you!

최영재 24번째 생일 축하해!! 아가새들 울 영재를 사랑할 수 있도록 태어나줘서 고마워!!

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Prompt #1: The Unanswered

The box had been left untouched for so long, even brushing dust off the label caused particles to go flying into the air around her. She waited as they settled, staring at the edges of the crate where it had been moved, gaze following the edges of the fingerprints left in the thick layers of time. It made plain just how many cycles had passed since she had spoken gone looking for anything about him. She stared at the name on the now-clean label. Well, mostly clean. His name stared back...a name she hadn’t dared to breathe in a long time. Selas Aier Her breath caught with a hitch as memories came swirling back. The bond she had with him was unmistakable. Inseparable for years, growing up alongside one another even as their father insisted he learn a different path than she. They would share their lessons with one another so they could share everything. Be the same… ...until they weren’t. She had let herself forget for the last decade how much she wanted to know what had happened, what had changed in him...why he drifted away from her...and then burned everything alive that they had once shared. This was likely the last things of his that still existed; the rest of it was long gone with the ashes of their family home. Even thinking about it now brought a pain to her heart like no other, the twisted knife of betrayal causing her chest to clench. It was always hard to breathe when the smell of smoke and the sounds of screaming returned to her...returning to her with the searing question of WHY. She didn’t realize that she was shaking until she had to steady her hands on the lid of the dusty crate. She had come to get it by chance...boxes that her grandparents had kept in their attic from when they were children. He had recently found them and returned them to her. She didn’t even know what was inside. Slowly, she lifted up the lid. Her eyes welled with tears as she saw the little toy swords they had played with when they were children, given to them by their grandfather who insisted the blood of the Aier family live on in glory, while their father was vehement on them being casters for good. Their grandfather would always let them play with swords when they visited. There was even makeshift play armor he had helped them make. She pushed aside a few wooden building blocks, toys, a couple children’s books...to find, buried down at the bottom, a shirt. With trembling hands, she lifted it up, the tears spilling from her cheeks. She remembered him wearing this shirt...she had had one that matched. A flowing green one that matched their eyes, with the family crest on the shoulder. There was a stain on the front, from rolanberry jelly. She sniffed and cried as she ran her fingers over it, remembering how she had ‘accidentally’ dropped jelly on her own shirt immediately after so they would match. She slowly sank down into the chair beside her, the pads of her fingers tracing along the edges of the jelly. She would never know why her twin had done what she did, she supposed...not now. But she did have their childhood memories. That would have to be enough to sate the burning question of WHY. It was all she really had. Lily lifted the shirt up to bury her face into her twin’s old shirt with a watery smile. This would have to do. @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

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Prompt #6: Following Instructions

“Okay, so in order to make the cookies, you have to…” He looked up from the recipe, blinking, as a powder of white went up into the air. “...Lily, that is not what you have to do to make the cookies.” The Hyur coughed and waved her hand back and forth in the air in front of her, trying to get flour out of her face, “I’m sorry! I dropped the bag!” “Well, yes. But as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” the Elezen’s arm was smacked, “the first thing you have to do for the cookies is mix all the dry ingredients with the wet ingredients. Not throw them on the floor.” Lily barked out a laugh, then coughed again after more flour went flying at the motion. “...and don’t inhale them.” “NOT. HELPING.” Lionnellais snickered as he worked on helping her clean up the flour so they could begin. @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

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Prompt #3: Too Bright

Knocking...knocking..knocking...He awoke with a start, grunting and groaning as he turned over in bed to bury his face in his pillow. Maybe if he ignored them…Knocking...knocking…He rolled over to squint an eye at his clock beside his carbuncle lamp. Just past three in the afternoon, based on the strip of light he could see at the edge of his window curtains. Only a couple bells of sleep then...ugh.Running his fingers through his bed-mussed hair, the Elezen ascended the stairs, putting the kettle on along the way. More knocking…

“I’m coming,” he called groggily, turning on the light and heading for the door. He opened it, wincing slightly at the much brighter light outside. Lily’s hand was lifted up to knock again, but the door moved and she smiled sheepishly up at the Elezen. “Sorry Lion...did I wake you?” Lionnellais squinted at the light outside, stepping back to allow her inside, “Well yes…” “Sorry, I just thought you were downstairs and couldn’t hear me…” Lily laughed a bit nervously and bent down to pick up a box of tea, carrying it inside. Lionnellais closed the door behind her and closed the curtains to stop more of the sunlight from coming in. “You know I go to bed around one. I assumed you got lost on your way here and weren’t coming so I went to bed,” he sounded amused as he made a space for her box on the table, stifling a yawn. “I lost track of time,” Lily toed the ground for a moment, “I was weeding the garden and the next thing I knew it was two thirty and…” she cut off at the hand atop her head and looked up at the sleepy Elezen. “It’s alright, we can still have tea.” She beamed up at him. “...and then I’m going back to bed.” They both laughed as the kettle started to whistle.

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Prompt #5: Safe Keeping

Someday, I would have to give it to her. I knew I would. It was one of the last things I had from our family, one of the few heirlooms I managed to keep hold of after the fire. The ring glistened and gleamed when I looked at it on its chain, the green gem shimmering like a wind sprite when held up to the light. It was passed on to me from my mother when I was sixteen. I should have given it to Tyra, but I felt like I wanted to hold onto it just a little bit longer. I knew it was selfish...but it was safe...one of the last things I had from my time back home. The little jewelry box I kept on my nightstand would keep it safe until the time came. My heart wasn’t ready to part with it yet. Soon, maybe...but not yet. I just had to wait for the right moment. Maybe when she finally got engaged to that girlfriend of hers… @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

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Prompt #17: And Still They Prayed

The weather in Coerthas was never kind. Wind ripped off hats and snatched shawls. Snow clung to hair and cold noses. Ice formed on eye lashes.

And yet they still prayed.

I paused in my walk to the Jeweled Crozier, watching from a distance as they waited for the doors of Saint Reymanaud Cathedral to open for service.

The doors were opened and they began to bow as they were let inside. I couldn’t stop my face from twisting. Inside they would pray together to Halone, the Fury. After everything, I was losing my patience for the Twelve. How could they allow everything that had happened to us over the years? It left me with a hollow, bitter, angry feeling. Maybe that’s why I’m so lonely.

With a shake of my head, brushing snow out of my face, I turned my back to the church and continued with my errands.

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

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Prompt #13: Like a Statue

She waited for her contact in the Forgotten Knight, her pint of warm ale long finished. She leaned back in her chair in her armor, arms crossed while she waited.

Other patrons were giving her looks of worry and concern. She had been there for a long time and hard hardly moved after finishing her ale. The waitress kept asking her if she wanted something else to drink, but there was the barest shake of her head. One of the staff mentioned that if they hadn’t watched her walk in earlier that they might think she was made out of wax.

Just as the waitress was about to approach the table again, another armored figure approached. Lily’s chin lifted to look up at him. “I thought you were never going to show up, she quipped.

He shrugged as he took off his helmet, “I got held up. But I think you’ll like what it was.”

Her brow ticked up, “Well?” She looked to the empty chair at her table and he sat. She leaned forward in her chair, “Surprise me.”

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