#rvshedin

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KISS YOUR MOM SQUARE ON THE FOREHEAD - accepting

     “Hey Magnus, what’s up?” This was not at all an uncommon occurrence on the Starblaster. By now, after over 70 years together, they’d learned long ago how to show affection to each other. A few decades ago, Lucretia might have dissolved into a blushing mess at such casual affection, but by now it was just her day to day.

     Closing her journal, one finger still keeping her page, Luc looked up at her friend towering above her. “Is everything alright?”

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“Hey, fuck-ass!!!” His voice booms through the wooden house, probably alerting half the bird population in Ravensroost, which has to be fucking enormous considering its geography. “Do you still like your pancakes burnt to a fuckin’ crisp, or have you gotten some tastebuds since you hung up your red robe??” 

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“tell me we’re doing the right thing.”

seven-word sentence starters. > accepting

The headaches have never been more frequent. Sleep is sparse, the elf favoring meditation to the luxury of unconsciousness. In quiet moments, Taako’s hands fiddle with whatever they can grab a hold of. His nerves are about as frizzy as the ends of his hair.

The only thing that keeps him going is denial. That’s not a healthy coping method, but he’s sticking the fuck to it. In a moment, Lup’ll saunter back in, and Lucretia will stop looking at the rest of them like they killed a puppy right in front of her eyes. Barry will find his smile, Merle will shamelessly dirty-talk the potted plants, and Davenport will be wrapped in tranquility. And Magnus... Magnus will stop walking on egg shells. It’s unnerving. It makes him want to cry. And fuck that. Tears never did anyone anything good.

Half-tempted to snark out a plea to be left alone, Taako finds himself drained of anger. Strange. It’s the only emotion that seems to keep him afloat these days. With a strange emptiness, he says, “I don’t know if it’s the right thing, Maggie. It’s the only thing.” His eyes wander across the room, settling uneasily on the door to Lup’s room. “Besides...” His voice is raw. “It’s a little too late to think about that, don’t you think?”

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“know that we’ll still have each other.”

seven-word sentence starters. > accepting

Magnus can say whatever he wants, Taako doesn’t believe it. It’s the end of the adventure. They all have different plans. That’s just how it goes, y’know? There’s nothing to be ashamed of if Maggie wants to move on from this rough patch and settle down somewhere with fifty dogs and no chaotic wizards to ruin his Saturday. Really, it’s totally fucking understandable. It’s what Taako would do if he could get away from himself.

It’s nice of him to pretend.

But that’s all it is. There’s just no fucking way a guy like Magnus would choose to hang out with Taako if given the choice. So far, no choice has been given, but here it is: a chance to be free. Magnus would be a fucking idiot not to take it.

So Taako twirls the umbra staff and says: “Jeez, dude, way to make this sound like a funeral. Should I get you some tissues or somethin’? I’m not having you cry all over this look.” He gestures to his ensemble, fashionable as always, more-so than it has been for a while, actually, on account of the lack of wear and tear.

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@rvshedin / starter call.

“Maggie, I really don’t know what you mean! I didn’t take it!” Lup smiled, shrugging her shoulders. She was lying, so lying.

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@rvshedin​ || cont.

     She turns from mirror hanging from studio wall  ( a gift from the blacksmiths next door in return for fixing their work table; when the beams of light from the sunset outside touched the metal working just right, it glistened  &&  sparkled  &&  framed one’s reflection in a celestial halo. ) to face her beloved boyfriend working on his latest project. Eyebrows raise as little giggles bubble from her lips. Julia makes her way across the workshop, ballet flats stepping lightly on the hardwood floor as opposed to her usual work boot’s stomp.

      “ It’s the Fall Festival down at the school house, love! They’re raising money for new books  &&  stuff for the kids. You know, since Kalen cut the budget? ”  There’s a sharp animosity in her tone as she spits the name of the governor. But, she pauses. She inhales slowly through her nose  &&  exhales through pursed lips. “ Not worrying about that tonight. Tonight’s about having fun  &&  de-stressing! ” She reaches her Magnus  &&  gently runs her fingertips across his shoulders while giving his forehead a quick peck: “ Aaaaand for stepping on my toes because SOMEBODY’S got two left feet! ”