#pegasihero

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' HAPPY BIRTHDAY INIGO ! ' & her being clearly filled with so much enthusiasm, offering him one of the most brightest smiles she could ever manage ; he deserved it, after all. & if it wasn't for the self-baked birthday cake, arms would have already found their way to wrap themselves around him. ( & hug the hell out of the precious b-day boy. )

          leave it to cynthia to turn any occasion into a SPECIAL one. a talent valued more than words could ever express, ( all jokes & snide comments aside. ) she was the sun in their cloudy skies, a beacon of never-dying light that kept their spirits ablaze in midst of war & tragedy.  this time, she is not all that far from the TRUTH  - today is very much a day unlike any other, ripe for celebration. & he is caught RED-HANDED while sneaking across camp in an attempt to dodge unwanted attention  -  a birthday may be a birthday, but he is still one so easily embarrassed.  

‘ HAPPY BIRTHDAY , INIGO ! ‘ 

it’s loud enough to wake the camp … & moment’s worth of panic eclipses over his face before it is replaced with a sheepish grin & reddening cheeks.  the cake his companion presents to him raises brows, certainly, but it leaves a certain birthday boy TOUCHED  (  and somewhat flustered … was it because of his outburst not so long ago ? his jealousy over how popular she was with the ladies ? all the sweets she’d been gifted with … ? )   ❛  …c-cynthia…you didn’t have to…but thank you. truly. ❜  silence wafts through the air, along with the sticky-sugar scent of frosting, ❛ …perhaps you’d like to join me for tea ?  gods know i won’t be able to finish this all on my own.   ❜ 

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' father ! father ! i found this beautiful flower & it reminded me of you ! ' * places it behind his ears. * ( i need some fluff rn. )

                             was she not what brought serenities to a life built on tension? SWEET MOMENTS cherished in oblivions and gentle smiles offered with enthusiastic beams returned.     he was a father.     and could he not have been LUCKIER to be the father of someone who radiated     –     just like her mother. sugared aromas to waft from behind his ear, tickling his sensations when digits RUBBED against petals of flora that reminded her of him.     GENTLE BLESSINGS of nature, so fragile, would evoke an image of him in her mind.     ( he could not see the correlation between the two. )     nonetheless, he smiled, miracles born out of SWEET GESTURES that left him both proud and pained with the future knowing that she could get hurt. 

                                         HOW COULD HE LIVE WITH HIMSELF?

                             his hand found its place atop her head, slow pats before pulling her in closer where his lips met her FOREHEAD in blissful affections that he would limit himself upon to only her and her mother    ( those who would DESERVE it. )     ❛  on the contrary, i think this flower suits you much better than i.  ❜  he had yet to wipe off his smile.  ❛  but thank you, cynthia.  ❜

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   ❛  ...no, actually. i haven’t given it much thought to begin with... er, why the sudden interest ? ❜  / @pegasihero​ 

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    she sits cradling a brightly-colored gemstone, turning it over in her hands as silver hues flash excitedly. some call it a hobby, while others label it a strange OBSESSION....needless to say, she considers it a calling.  it is RARE she finds someone so attuned to her work, ( besides FATHER, of course )  and she cannot help but beam at the other’s suggestion.  ❛  no, it’s AMAZING !  a truly evocative name that sings out to my very soul...!  REDALIOUS RAGE....why, the very sound of it lights the world on fire ! it’s PERFECT !  ❜ / @pegasihero ♥’d !

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tbh i can so imagine cynthia being so ready to tell ophelia embarrassing stories of his father :')) ( & of course some of their shared adventures. )

STORY TIME WITH AUNT CYNTHIA !!!!!!!