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"Zelos! Look over here.”
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"Zelos! Look over here.”
Again I blame @sunset-wings
Link to Picrew
Link to Picrew
I totally blame @sunset-wings
I couldn’t get the hair colors like I really wanted them, but it works.
🍰 Cake for Isaac from both his Aunt Colette and Uncle Zelos because they are bad at communicating and both mailed his one (sunset-wings/daughter-of-angels)
It’s my muse’s birthday! Send a symbol to celebrate with them.
🍰 to give them a cake (homemade or store bought)
“More cake!” Isaac called to his guests as he brought in two more boxed cakes. One was a cute strawberry one from his Aunty Colette, and the other looked to be a marble cheesecake from Uncle Zelos. He’d send them both a thank you card tomorrow, when his party was over and he was on cake hang-over.
Just gonna leave this here.
Word prompt: Melody
Quite the common occurrence, really, those disappointingly short moments of pause, a break at the end of daily travels. They were always simple, the life that they should have had, were they not robbed of it, for the tainted blood they carried in their veins. It was a shame, really, but those moments, though scarce, were special. Very much so. There were some wonderful experiences that they would only have then.
Melodies. All kinds, a beautiful variety -- calming -- by the campfire, under the night sky, Martel would sing. Most times, he simply wanted to stop and watch, take in the moment.
The softest tone, and a smile fixed at her pink lips. Numerous times was this sight seen, was it cherished, and he knew that it would stick uniquely in his mind forever. As long as he lived.
All of the smiles, after all, each and every one that would grace any observing with its brilliance, it made a smile rise to his own. And in the mornings, he would beaming with one just as bright -- winsome.
“Come on, Martel ... everyone! Let’s go!”
Sometimes he could be heard humming those same melodies she sang to him all of those years ago.
{...did you both conspire to this or something? @the-booty-of-gardios @sunset-wings }
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Catalina approached Zelos with a large set of puppy eyes on her face. “Father, since the flowers are in bloom would we pleeeeease take a trip away from the castle to see them?”
“Pleeeease?” Callisthenes joined in, whining as he begged. Trips out of the castle were rare, and seeing the seasonal flowers all in bloom sounded nice. Not to mention he plain didn’t want to be left behind!