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Drabble: ‘Look into my eyes, what do you see?’

There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of words that Margaret could use to describe Kevin. Too many to put together on a sheet of paper, too many words that she didn’t know where to begKevin to her was like the sunset sky after a storm. Calm, ready to continue on with life, letting people pass by with no stress. His warm exterior and aura, not too hot or cold; orange and yellow. His passion for flowers, for plants, for work, and for his music; red. His kindness to everyone he came across; pink.

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #drabbles #I CAN'T FUCKING EVEN THIS WAS #MY HEART #AHHHHH

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“Oh, you make me feel like a teacher when you address me like that! Mrs. Margaret; how ridiculous of a title for someone like me!” She laughed. The way Kevin took this with such stride, taking her slight teasing as a joke instead of getting confused. It was cute, the way he reacted, the way comfortable way he spoke with her… oh how she felt comfortable even speaking to him about such tiny things. “I might be older than you-” she chastised as she wagged a finger towards the brunet farmer, “but no need for such formalities, Mr. Kevin!” Another giggle left her, not able to keep the laughter down.

Seeing Kevin somehow made her stress of work disappear. Gone was the exhaustion she felt from performing for people every night, finding the music so tiresome song after song, and what was replaced was genuine excitement. For what? For seeing a friend- a new friend.

“Yes, but I’m still sorry. I felt like you put a lot of work into it, and it didn’t work for you.” She apologized, her voice coming out so gentle, so soft in the library. Even in the dead quiet of the library, her voice could hardly be hard over the rustles of papers as he moved her hand to thump through a book. She listened to him though, taking every word he said to heart. Listening so intensively to his voice, how he still seemed so positive over a slight downfall. “You have such a good outlook on it though- some people would just give up and call themselves failures, never again to do it again!” But yet, Kevin seemed resilient, like a flower growing in the dead of winter. Not ready to give up just yet, until the snowfall became too much to handle. But maybe like a flower, he would bloom later.

Margaret could only beam in happiness as Kevin remembered such a basic fact about her, such a small fact that almost everyone remembered. “Yes! Harp, piano, and lute~! I actually don’t think I told you much about my lute, so I didn’t expect you to remember that, nether less piano. You have an excellent memory!” Her smile turned as bright as his, brighter than the dear Winter sun that could barely make its way into the castle library. “And the music is for the piano. Just trying something very different, you know! I don’t think I could play something like soft jazz on my harp or lute. Oh, here I go again, talking your ear off about my music!”

Kevin was truly passionate about his work- that was for sure. “And you read all these books?” Margaret questioned curiously, light powder blue eyes glancing back to the pile of books, full of hundreds of pages of floral, soil types. “You really shouldn’t read in this bad lighting like this either Kevin, think of your eyes. I don’t want you hurting your eyes just because you’re reading without the proper lights.” Here she was, back to acting like a mother to a grown man who really didn’t need a mother. Yet, here she was, telling him what to do because well, she was bossy and didn’t want him ruining his vision because he was reading small print books and didn’t have the best lighting from the library. Okay, it wasn’t awful, but still. Worried.

Wait, why was she so worried about his vision of all a sudden?

Her attention turned back to the boy, forgetting the worry of his health and instead focusing on his worry for her. “No, of course I would like to help! If you need help, I would love to help! It’s my pleasure, Kevin.” She exclaimed out. As he mentioned the name of the flower, of his particular issue, the elf’s smile turned into a neutral expression as her face smoothed out. “I’ve heard about it but I haven’t seen one in a long, long time. I can’t even remember the last time I saw an Emery flower around here but- ” She paused for a second, tapping her finger on the top of the book. Her mind rushed through a few different ideas to help out the sweet farmer, only for her brows to raise when the perfect idea came to her. “Oh! I have an idea! Why don’t we go see Lest and Frey? Since you’re looking for a sample of it, I’m sure the Frey will at least have something~! Maybe Lest too, you never know with that ridiculous boy.”

“How ‘bout that?” She asked sweetly, like an older sister checking in on a younger sibling. “The two of them may know more about the flower, so they may be more help than myself.”

A gentle laugh elicited from the man as his eyes scanned the pages of the leather bound book, then batting back to his journal as he took note as to which page to find that information on. “If I was truly that kind of fellow, then I would have given up on science long ago.” He explained in a soft tone, trying to match a tone the library would deem not a complete annoyance. Kevin being too loud, who knew? “I wouldn’t describe myself as a pessimist, but I suppose when dealing with work in this field you have to come up to bat with aligned expectations.”

Another note taken down, before he closed it and focused his attention on the woman before him. “While others do their work successfully a good deal of the time and fail once in a while, science and research is practically reversed. You’re learning how to succeed, which can be rare depending on what you’re trying to achieve, and each and every failure is slowly helping you get there. And it’s when that success happens,” his gloved hands made a small fireworks gesture as he spoke. “that the true magnificent magic happens. It truly makes every failure worth it’s try. Because without them, who knows if success would have been possible to achieve in the first place.”

Hazel eyes wandered off to the side as the warmth returned to his cheeks at his words. “Pardon, I’m sure my ramblings must seem rather silly in retrospect. Since I do, as put into simpler terms, play in dirt.” With most of his accumulated willpower, her looked back to her, smiling an apologetic gaze as he shrugged his shoulders. “But alas, thou cannot quell thy passions.”

The man blinked as the woman before him shifted to beaming that he remembered sheer easily stored (to him anyway) facts about her. He had been convinced he would have to be embarrassed for forgetting in the first place, yet here he was being praised for the opposite. “Hm?” He blinked again, the confusion evident. “Why of course!” Words came out brightly. “Musicians often hold characteristics that allude to the instruments they excel in. I suppose with the lute being one I haven’t encountered more than a handful of times, I suppose that’s why it slipped my mind.” A chuckle escaped him at her excitement, and he simply waved his hand in front of himself. “Surely the harp was an easy guess, and the piano is one we share in common. Nothing too great a feat to remember, I assure you.”

“While you are correct soft jazz on a harp may be difficult, it truly isn’t impossible.” The man suggested with a bit of a cheeky smile to him. “While my knowledge of harps aren’t immense, being the stringed brethren of my dear instrument gives me a fact or two to be able to recall.” When was the last time he had to remember anything about a harp? Goodness it’s been a moment. But if it could benefit the sweet blonde in anyway, he had to at least think. “Jazz harp is difficult, since for jazz it usually quite often takes a backseat to the melody rather than lead. I can see why you’ve steered clear of it, assuming you’re the only musician at the cafe you work at, correct?”

His hand moved to the front of his mouth, eyes once again wandering as his brow knit in thought. “It’s quite an old piece, but ... Gosh what was the name of it?” Another lingering thought— before inspiration struck. “Starlight!” The man snapped his fingers confidently as the light returned to his eyes. “Stella by Starlight. A riveting piece that can be done quite well on harp, made famous by a jazz harpist truly. Although a lot of her pieces involved an immense amount of various instruments, this song would be a perfect piece for a solo if you’re interested to try.”

The smile that came to his face as she spoke radiated nothing but warmth, and once again the man waved a hand in front of his face. “Surely, we may be mere aquaintances, but I assure you I’d love to be your confidant in chatting about music. I can never tire of it. So no apologies are ever necessary.”

“I-I suppose I’ve read chapters of a few of them ..” Don’t sound pretentious, don’t sound pretentious. Little does she have to know how deep into the night he often spends his evenings rendezvousing with some massive text that weighs about the size of fat Tony. A much more excitable evening than that of some trouble Kasey would find them to get into. But he couldn’t just tell her that. However, while he was worrying on what to say next, the woman before him tousled to the next subject. Her concern couldn’t help him from smiling, concern over that of an acquaintance, how her friends must be lucky. “S-Surely the light of the library is sufficient, my eyes haven’t felt any strain I assure you!”

Hm. Frey and Lest, he thought upon where he had heard those names before and felt his heart sink as the memory came to him. The prince and princess of the kingdom. “M-Margaret I couldn’t—” The man started, a hand raising to scratch the back of his neck at the mere thought of bothering such important individuals with questions about flora. Though Margaret’s sweet voice and the way she looked at him with reassuring eyes, made his resolve falter. He paused, before groaning in a barely audible manner. “But if you do believe they would be able to help ... then I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”

#i needed a soft reply and whos softer than kevin #artistic arcana

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#Pictures of Kevin #hi kasey

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Wherefore Art Thou || Meg&Kevin

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There was something that had brought her back to Kevin. Was it by chance or was someone putting him directly in her path?

After their conversation so many weeks ago, she felt relaxed just talking to him about, well, anything. Their conversation had been so short, only for her to go back to work at the restaurant, but she hadn’t forgotten him. Some part of her wanted him to come back to Selphia, arriving in tow with his violin.

Yet, even as he sat here in front of her without the string instrument, she smiled at him. The same sweet smile that she had given him during the end of their previous conversation; welcoming him back. And he sat there with the same, welcoming, sweet smile he had given her. He’s still cute, the blonde elf thought to herself seeing his excited reaction to her interrupted his study session. She couldn’t help but smile when he said her name; gentle and excited, like a chipsqueak.

“You can just call me Margaret, Kevin!” She laughed gently. The Ms. sounded so out of place next to her name, so fancy and it still made her feel so old. It was silly for her to even hear her name addressed in such a way. So different from just Meg or that damn blonde elf. “You don’t have to act so ho while we’re at the castle. Besides, it’s not like I’m above you or anything~ Unless you want me to start calling you Mr. Kevin in return.” She teased, her voice singing along to every word that escaped her mouth.

As Kevin explained his reasoning for coming back to Selphia, Maragret felt her heart drop. “Your experiment failed?” Margaret frowned. She barely could remember every thing he told her about his experiment, but he was passionate. Her voice turned softer. “I’m so sorry.” She touched his arm again, gently. Another soft smile and a tilt of her head, blonde hair gently falling down along her shoulders. “You’ll get it the second try or maybe even your third try. I’m just sorry it didn’t work out; I know how passionate and excited you were for it to. I’m just so sorry.” She gave his hand a gentle pat absentmindedly. It took her a second to notice how motherly she was being and pulled her hand away from his quickly.

“Oh, no! Sorry!” She quickly moved along the conversation, not knowing what to do with her hands and instead opting to use a finger to brush through the bottom of her blonde hair. “I needed some new sheet music for tonight- it isn’t some light reading. We’ve been really busy lately and I’ve been playing the same song after song for days and I’m a bit bored so-” She stopped herself, her arms finding their place in front of her. “I decided to try something new. It’s from a genre called ‘soft jazz’, and I believe that a friend of mine picked up this book from one of his travels just to include in the library’s small selection of sheet music. So, I decided I would try to play something tonight.” The reasoning seemed so silly now that she was saying everything out loud. A slight blush came onto the elf’s face; how ridiculous it felt to say that allowed to someone she barely knew.

“But, that’s enough about what I’m up to!”

She looked over to the side of Kevin, staring at the massive book collection that he had collected in time. “What kind of information are you looking for?” She asked as she grabbed one of the books in the collection. It looked familiar, as she flipped through the pages of the hard cover. The text on the pages were so tiny compared to the music sheets the elf spent hours a day staring that, that Margaret strained her eyes just trying to read half a page. She looked up as she sat the book down onto the wooden table without a sound. “Do you need any help? I know you must have worked so hard on it, and well, I would love to help you out. This seems like so much research for just one person to do by themselves.”

When she chided him for the way he addressed her, Kevin couldn’t help his light laughter in response; especially as she teased him with the horrid sounding title on his own name. Though there was something about how she said his name, in that sing song tone of her’s, that was absolutely enchanting. “Mr. Kevin sounds absolutely awful you have to agree, meanwhile Ms. Margaret simply rings together much more nicely don’t you think? ♪” Another bit of a chuckle escaped him, before he shrugged his shoulders and nodded along. “Though I suppose if you request that I just call you Margaret, then I’ll just have to call your Margaret then.

The smile that formed on his lips when talking to her simply appeared naturally. The way she spoke to him, almost like a friend she hadn’t seen in quite a long time, must have been the way she addressed absolutely everyone. He assumed so, because the way she could put him, a stranger to her that was only separated by the knowing of each others names, at such ease must definitely be a talent. Though when her expression shifted, one to such immense levels of concern, Kevin’s own changed to one of surprise.

“O-Oh— Yeah, I mean, yes it did, but it’s nothing to be apologetic for!” He explained while waving a hand, as if to brush the need for her apologies off the table completely. Though when she touched his arm, he couldn’t help but become on just a bit more high alert then he was earlier. He didn’t, jump in surprise, per say, but when a girl like Margaret touches your arm in such a kind way— Well what are you supposed to do? No really, what was he supposed to do?

Kevin did his best to seem as unbothered by the action as possible, looking to her eyes instead and smiling in response to her caring words. With a crack in his voice he spoke, “Well that’s kind of the thing about science!” He went to clear his throat, surely his embarrassment was more prominent on his features that he would have ever liked to admit. “It doesn’t always go the way you want it to; so I’m kinda used to failure!” A light laugh escaped him as Margaret herself realized that she had been touching his arm, pulling it away and back onto her lap. He continued, acting as though he didn’t notice. “Though, that’s what makes it even more exciting when it’s a success! So it’ll come with time ... I’ve just got to be patient.”

When Margaret began explaining what she was up to that afternoon, Kevin couldn’t help but take such an interest in what her day consisted of. So he listened to her, watched all her little mannerisms like running her fingers through her hair. She was just ... so cute.

He took in each word she spoke and listened to it almost deeply, nodding along with what she was saying before piping up. “Soft jazz on which instrument that you play? I remember for sure that you play hard, since you were holding it when I saw you, and piano.” He thought for a lingering second, gaze wandering to the side. “I can’t remember the third instrument you said you were great at playing ... it was one that requires a lot of talent to play, but unfortunately that’s all I remember!” Kevin smiled brightly as she continued. “Sounds like fun though!”

“Oh—” Kevin began as she flipped open one of the large books he had been reading. The laughter that escaped him was peppered with nervousness, did he really have to seem so pretentious by grabbing all these books? Jeez, what she must think of him. “I decided to go a different route, so instead I’m looking for particularly hard to grow plants that grow in nature around here, and I plan on collecting samples from the soil that they grow in!”

Though when the girl chirped up again, offering to assist him in his research, Kevin felt as though his heart skipped a beat. “Ms. Mar—” Correction. He waved his hands in front of him. “Margaret, you really don’t have to do that! This was nice enough for you to stop by and say hello again, I couldn’t possibly take up any more of your time then I already have!” Though when she looked at him, with such sincerity, he simply lowered his hands to rest back on the table. “Hmmm ... maybe you can help me with some information? Surely from living around here you know much more than I do.” He reached over for one of the books he was looking through earlier, flipping open to the book mark he placed within its pages and turned the book to show her the information. “The main flower I’m focusing on is one called an Emery flower, have you ever heard of it?”

#artistic arcana #margaret stop TOUCHING HIM UR GOING TO BREAK HIM

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Wherefore Art Thou || Meg&Kevin

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“It was nice catching up with you Clorica!”

Margaret waved goodbye to the purple haired butler, giving her one last smile. It had become a recent habit for the two young women to meet up for a quick tea break during the winter. Forte was stuck training the new recruits to the castle guards, Frey was busy preparing for the upcoming winter holidays, Xiao Pai and Amber had been busy doing whatever those two small ladies did. Outside of work, Margaret hardly saw her girl friends. They hadn’t had a sleep over or lunch all together in weeks.

As she closed the butler’s bedroom door behind her, Margaret let out a quiet sigh. She walked away from the door, heels clicking against the marble floor as the elf walked the corders of the castle. Recently, she had become exhausted from work. More and more people recently had come to the restaurant . The elf hardly got a night off; and now with more patrons dinning she had to be there.

If she even spoke about her exhaustion to Porcoline, the elf knew exactly how he would act. He would get protective, tell her that she didn’t need need to come to work, and force Dylas to take her home if she was ten feet away from the grand restaurant. Yet, if she was to take a day off, there would be no entertainment for the guests. No music, no singing; maybe Porcoline’s dramatic tendencies could be their music for the night.

But, that wasn’t something she could handle now. Margaret would put up with it for now, being the best musician she could be until the crowds of “foodies” (that’s what one of them called themself- what an interesting term! Human’s were strange, exciting beings) died down. Maybe after the big holiday’s that Frey and Lest had been planning were finished, she would be able to take a night off without fear of ruining someone’s night without music.

Even through her exhaustion, she carried herself to the upstairs library. Elegant, beautiful, and all her’s for a few minutes. The elf looked around as she searched for the music section. Maybe tonight she would play a different song for everyone? It wasn’t that they were becoming bored of the piano pieces, but Meg felt a little exhausted from playing several songs night after night. Maybe if she changed up her routine, she would feel less exhausted!

Her legs brought her to the music section of the library, a tiny section that rarely had books that were for dinning. The books were old, older than her probably, consisting of the classic waltz, a few different bridal marches for royal weddings, and some songs that hadn’t been played for possibly hundreds of years. Her fingers thumbed through the books until landing on a more recent entry by request of Arthur. The book contained songs that were less classical like she was used to; instead were more of a soft jazz genre according to Arthur. It wasn’t something she had played before, but it was full of only piano sheet music. So what would be the harm borrowing it for the night? If the patrons didn’t like it she could play another symphony for the twenty-second time that week.

The elf held the book tight to her chest as she began to leave. But, as she walked past a brunet, studying intently under a light. Her brain didn’t register the familiar fluffy brown hair, sticking up with a cowlick until she was already a few feet away from the door. The blonde turned her head quickly, hair flowing down as she quickly rushed back to the library table. Her heels clicked, fast, panicked, almost giving herself away.

“Kevin!” Margaret whispered loudly as she took a seat across from him. She dropped the music book beside the two, attempting to hide it. That wasn’t important for now. “It’s nice to see you again. What brings you to the castle today, Kevin?”

Turns out this certain flower in particular didn’t just take a long time to grow, it took a long time to grow.

Luckily one of the books he had pulled off the shelf seemed to have a hefty amount of information in it for him to retrieve from. It had all types of information, such as the fact that it’s actually a very tough and resilient little flower. It’s petals and such even resembling that of the touch and feel of metal, which almost seems impossible. However, the description continued to talk about how rare of a find such a flower was out in the wild and how perhaps this was a little too much of a reach for Kevin in this time around.

A bit of a sigh escaped the young man upon receiving the news from the text that him being able to find it out in the wild would be quite the shot in the dark, though the follow descriptions on the different types of flowers talked about those of crystal flowers. Certain flowers that bloom certain colors depending on the season that they were planted in. According to research, a white crystal flower can even be grown in winter. Fascinating, with such a rare amount of plants being able to withstand that level of cold, it must be one amazing plant.

The man brought out his trusted notebook, taking down his own notes on anything he found to be worthy so that he would have the information later. Surely they don’t lend out any sort of novels to travelers, so he figured he better collect all the information he could while he was there.

So deep in his own thoughts, Kevin didn’t even notice the sound of heels that warned him of upcoming company. His pencil flew across the page as he tried to get in as much information as he could, with still having to have the rest of the afternoon to actually look for said plants, he didn’t have much time left. Plus, he had only told Kasey he would be away for two days, anymore and honestly he just starts to worry. Poor Fat Tony doesn’t like an empty house either, sure Kasey would go in and feed him, but sweet Tony was used to the scraps Kevin would provide him while cooking dinner. The brunet couldn’t help but wonder on how his cat was doing.

Lost in thought of the overweight feline, the call of his name, in such a hushed sort of tone, snapped him from his thoughts completely. “Hm?” When he perked up to meet the gaze of that whom sat right across from him, Kevin couldn’t help his surprised expression. “Margaret!” The man spoke quickly, a bit too loudly at that, wincing as he received looks from those around him. “H-Hi!” He said this time, mimicking her hushed tone.

If the man had to be honest, there wasn’t a day that had gone by since the last time he had been to Selphia that he didn’t think of the interaction between the two that took place outside the restaurant that day. Her melodic voice, motherly tone, and how this girl just radiated an absolute air of elegance and beauty. Why she even bothered to talk to a guy like him for so long that time, was something he still couldn’t fathom.

When he had come back into town for yet another scavenger hunt for plants in Selphia, Kevin had actually pondered on visiting the cafe where the girl worked. Perhaps he would have the opportunity to hear her voice again, the gentle soothe and melodic comfort that caressed every patron, but alas there was something in him, something that prevented him from even considering the thought. A mixture of doubt and self consciousness had convinced him that she only humored him that day, listened to his rambling and he was sure she was relieved when they parted ways. That self doubt caused him to avoid that restaurant entirely the entire trip thus far. Thank the goddess he packed his lunches.

Yet here she was, finding him in the castle library and willingly coming to talk to him on her own volition. Her bright eyes so curious, and her voice even sweeter than he had remembered it to be.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again as well Ms. Margaret,” He spoke with a smile, his uncertainty on her view of him fading like the darkness in comparison of the light of her presence. “Alas, the experiment I was telling you about last time was a complete and utter failure. So I’m back in Selphia again and I decided to stop by the library and see what kind of research material they had on specifically long term, resilient, plants.” His gaze broke away from hers and down at the books he had collected, surely not what he was hoping to find in terms of a place to find said flowers, but he supposed it was something. “I’ve found a bit of information, but not as much as I’ve hoped for.”

His hand motioned to the book she had been hiding under his arm, taking no notice of the title while he attempted his best to make polite conversation. “And what brings you here? Just some light reading yourself, hm ♪?”

#The tale of will I write a 1.5k reply #the saga #lets see #artistic arcana #update: remember when u said u knew i would write 900 words #well this was only 890 words so HA

Wherefore Art Thou || Meg&Kevin

It was a fresh day in Winter, the snow was beginning to fall and the brunet young man once again found himself in the land of Selphia, strange and almost magical as it may be. Actually, very magical apparently. Kevin was currently in the library of the castle, an absolutely amazing place filled from floor to ceiling of all sorts of books from all over this country, and many of them, in fact, contained information on magic.

The large, antique style room had several other visitors in it as well, he was actually surprised there wasn’t more. Having such an extravagant wealth of knowledge available to the public, how were there not an even greater number of travelers bustling at the door to get in? None the less, Kevin was on a mission this very cold morning. His last experiment had been a complete and utter failure, the plant that he had been using didn’t even take to the soil. Didn’t even grow a little. A complete disappointment, but alas the man was familiar with the feeling of failure, so here he was in the town yet again, eager to figure out where he went wrong.

This time he was on the hunt for a specific plant, not just its soil. The flower he was in search for was apparently called an Emery flower, petals shining like gold. From what he head read earlier that day, this type of flower took an especially long time to grow, and the soil that it grew in was only the most extravagant. With that type of requirements to grow, that soil would certainly be able to produce any type of common grape plant he would try and grow! He was sure of it! (At least he put a lot of faith in the conclusion).

But where could a traveler find the darn thing? Even books about this flower were hard to find, he couldn’t imagine how long it was going to take for him to actually find the thing.

Though he collected a couple books off the self that he believed might help him and hopped off the latter he had been using. The man was lost in thought, flipping through several pages and chapters while trying to find something, anything, he could use as a lead. He returned to a table in the library where he had left his bad, engrossed in the pages and much too lost to notice anything else or anybody else surrounding him.

#artistic arcana #we mentioned the castle library earlier and i was like wow #an rp should start there #so here we are

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The elf couldn’t keep it to herself and bursted into a fit of giggles. Now, she wasn’t mocking him because of his naivety, but because his reaction seemed so pure. Almost like a child, like she had to pull the big sister hat out for Kevin as well. “Well, I don’t blame you for not knowing since you’re from such a small farm town. But really Kevin-” She shook her head as she continued. “You didn’t notice the castle or the guards? Well, I’m glad I told you then so you learned even more about the town!”

Margaret just titled her head to the side. He was nervous, that was obvious. But his change from nervous, moving his hands back and forth, to pretending to be confident was kind of cute. Okay, he was pretty cute with his baby face and charming brown eyes that lived a life themselves. “Even if you don’t want to play with me at a gala, maybe composing and working together would be better?” She asked with a confident smile. “I can understand it’s nerve wracking to play in front of so many people, but if you wanted to write something with me, I think I would like that.” Her hands, worn and slender from decades of playing multiple instruments for hours on end, rested on top of one of his hands.

It wasn’t too often she got to play with fellow musicians, nor collaborate with one. And there was something about Kevin that just screamed passion. The way he spoke about music proved his passion and love for the violin, for classical music. The way he spoke, his notes, and his small lecture to Margaret showed another side of his passion. Work. He didn’t make a career out of music, but farming. And that-

That was amazing.

“It’s not just dirt.” Margaret shook her head again. “It’s your passion, your work. I like to hear about someone’s passions, what they love. And you- Kevin, you just know so much about soil. It’s amazing! You love your passion so deeply and that’s so clear to me! I get the same way about music. It’s my life; it’s my love! I can’t imagine my life without music. You’re-”

“MEG!”

The elf turned her head to the left towards the voice, staring at the periwinkle haired man. His ears twitched back in anger as he glared at the pair sitting on the bench. “You’re needed,” was all he said in a gruff, rude tone before turning his back and slamming the front door of the restaurant behind him. What a rude interruption, Meg scoffed at Dylas’ former presence. Really? He couldn’t just wait for her to be done? It wasn’t like she would spend all day talking to the farmer- okay, she would.

“I’m sorry Kevin, but it looks like I have to get back to work.” She said as she got up from the bench. A sweet smile appeared on her face as she looked down on the brunet. “But, come by anytime I’d love to listen to more about your work, Kevin.” She waved goodbye to Kevin, before walking off to play the piano for the patrons of the restaurant.

The way she spoke, the way she moved her hands as she spoke, the man couldn’t help but feel as though he was hypnotized. Though when she mentioned how playing in front of a crowd could be nerve wracking, Kevin sat in his own bit of silence for a moment. He’s played in front of crowds numerous times, more times than he can count ever since he was younger. Then why ... why was she right? Why was the thought of playing with her, such an embarrassing and nerve wracking thought?

It was then that he felt her hand on top of his, snapping him from her far away trance. “—?”

The man could feel the blush spreading across his features yet again, there was something about this girl that just made him even more nervous than he was around any other of the girls he usually interacted with. (Ah yes the long list that is.) Though he was starting to realize it was the fear of not wanting to look a fool in front of someone he’s found so much respect in.

Her seemingly caring nature, and willing to sit and listen to the passions of a man she quite literally doesn’t even know. She was so intriguing, and so different from the people that he knew, that he couldn’t quite believe she was even real.

Kevin was so caught up in listening to her speak, her words soft with every inch of her heart in each phrase, that he nearly jumped out of his seat at the loud, booming, voice of the man that appeared beside them, seemingly out of no where. “Ah—” He wasn’t even sure what to say, though when Meg got up to leave waving her goodbyes to him, he could only wave back at her.

“N-nice to meet you Margaret!” He chirped, his gaze watching her leave until she was completely out of view.

Practically exhausted from the encounter, Kevin relaxed against the bench he was sitting on, his hand rising to his forehead as he released a long winded sigh. What on earth just happened?

#okay i didnt spend too much time on this since its a wrap up!!#artistic arcana

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Let’s Get to Work [Kase&Kev]

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Yadda, yadda, yadda. Kasey mocked Kevin with his hands- less in a hurtful manner and more in a brotherly annoyance. The memory of the beauty herself coming by the fields, blessing their crops by just her smile and asking Kasey how he felt after he twisted his ankle when running away from…. work. Yeah. It was work. Her touched still lingered on his shoulder when she asked why he was reckless. “Ya know, let’s count that season as a blessing. We both got to see Anissa every day and lemme just say- she’s a 10.” Okay, Kasey- really. Shut up.

“You’re right- you’re like my wife!” the Australian pointed. “You make sure I’m up, you made me this beautiful breakfast spread, and one time, you took me to see Jin because I wouldn’t get a flu shot. You truly are gonna make some woman so happy one day.” Kasey sniffed as he wiped a fake tear from his eye. His smile turned into a frown as the oh forbidden girlfriend talk came up once again. Kasey just took a sip of his drink as he kept the chipped mug to his face. “Solid question, Kevin my friend.”

It wasn’t like he didn’t want a relationship, but where he was (and who he was as a person) it seemed impossible. Relationships were meant to end once a girl figured out how shitty of a boyfriend Kasey was. Forgetting anniversaries, being too relaxed, not the brightest at guessing games… Fooling around just seemed like the best option. No one had hurt feelings, and if they were hurt it was all surface level. No woman became traumatized after a night with the farmer.

Kasey let out a cough, hoping to move the conversation forward and away from his mistakes. “I’ll buy you a drink, we get done with this, and you know what- tonight at the bar I want YOU to try to pick up some girl.” He gave his friend a cheeky grin, knowing how the night would play out. Kevin would have a drink, maybe a half of a drink, and would attempt to talk to some girl only for it to become awkward or just…. well, Kevin. “We gotta get you a girlfriend; you spend your Saturday nights in your house with Fat Tony. You gotta get out sometime, Kev!”

After another bite into his toast, Kevin took note that Kasey seemed to be in no rush to get out to the fields, so who was he to rush him through his breakfast. The brunet young man pulled out his journal from his rucksack, flipping it open on the table and retrieving his pencil and jotting down a couple notes and to dos for the day. He mused as he wrote, chewing on his toast while snorting at the comments made by his friend. “I was incredibly thankful that she agreed to help me.” He retorted without even looking up from his writing. “A blessing that she would take time out of her busy schedule to come help me everyday.”

That season there was absolutely no way Kevin was going to get the massive crop harvested all by himself, so his only option was to ask the girl for any assistance she could provide him, even if it was just for the afternoon to help him get started. The sweet girl agreed to help him the entire season, and was such a big help to him that he could never see her acts of kindness as anything more that what they were. Undeniable, whole hearted, kindness.

Kevin had gotten himself lost in thought, not coming back to his senses until the man across from his laid out his plans for the evening. Kevin shot up in surprise, evidently startled. “M-Me?” He blurted before groaning in frustration. “Not this again! You know the way I act around girls, don’t even get me started on trying to get me to .. get me to ...” How did he phrase it? “pick up any girls tonight! You owe me a drink and that’s that. Plus I decently like everyone in this town! Let’s please not spread gossip of me weirdly trying to hit on someone like Kathy who could obviously give me a black eye in less than an instant.”

Kevin’s lips pursed as the man continued his rambling, feeling a little discouraged at being so blantantly called out for his actions. “But I like my Saturday’s with Tony ... He’s a cuddle bug and if he doesn’t get enough attention he gets too needy. Maybe you need to spend more time with Rob and less on picking up women!” Yes. Nice retort Kevin. A sick burn for the books.

#Fuck us an trying to keep things short #bye #we can't do it #how do people do it #slip happens

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Let’s Get to Work [Kase&Kev]

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Couldn’t sleep again? The question didn’t even need an answer other than a wave of a hand. Kevin knew him better than anyone- maybe even better than himself. It wasn’t the first night of restless, probably wasn’t the last.

But at least a nice, break in the bathroom left him reenergized, ready to take on the day and piss Kevin off in more ways than one.

“Why are you gonna freak out every time I kick my doo- OW!” Kasey screamed as his best friend hit his arm. Sure, it was just a plastic spatula, edges melted from years of mistreatment, but it still stung nether less. He rubbed his forearm dramatically. “Well, now I guess I can’t work since you hit me. My poor grape arm! I won’t be able to carefully take the grapes off the wine; won’t even be able to move!” Kasey joked as he grabbed a coffee cup from the table with his non-spatula-smacked arm as he grabbed some coffee for the long work day.

With Kevin’s lecture on how it’s gonna be a long day, eat breakfast, Kasey still wasn’t taking any of this day seriously. “Who are you? My mom?” Kasey smirked at his friend. He raised an eye at the breakfast plate- a healthy, complete breakfast that was meant to keep their minds sharp and their bodies ready for a long day. Kasey could only let out a small chuckle at the food in front of him. “Goddess, you are like my mom. The mom I never had.”

The brunette rubbed his hands together as he glanced back down to the meal in front of him. He grabbed a fork, smiling, ready, prepared. “Well, let’s eat so we can start this work then. And then, to celebrate, I’ll buy drinks at the bar tonight!” Kasey, again, what the hell.

The man’s mouth turned up into a grin as his very manly best friend let out a squeal at his smack with a spatula. “Oh you, quit you’re cryin’.” He teased as he waved said spatula at him in a teasing manner. “You’re not getting out of harvesting again, I had to have Anissa come help me last harvest since someone twisted their ankle by running around the fields. It’s a vineyard, of course you’re going to slip and trip on vines.” His head shook at the memory, laid up in bed for 2 weeks. Just because he couldn’t be careful. Not a first for the man that’s for sure.

Kevin couldn’t help his hearty laughter at his comparison to his mother. “Good golly, your mother? Nah, I’m much more like a wife at this point.” He spoke as he sat at the breakfast table, taking a sip of coffee from his mug (yes his mug, he leaves it at his best friends house for cases just like this). “Also the wife you’ll never have at this point!” The man teased as he stirred milk into his drink, taking a bite of toast he had made for himself before waving it at him. “I don’t understand why you don’t get a girlfriend already.” Well, that was a lie, he knew perfectly well why. But ... the thought made it think that a girl being there to keep him in line would be good for him.

But, alas, until then it was Kevin who had to keep him in line.

The younger brunet swallow his toast, before he leaned onto the dining table. “You have so many gals chasing after you, it’s hard to believe that not even one of them has peaked your interest for longer than I one night fling kinda thing.”

At his offer to buy drinks at the end of the night, Kevin raised his coffee mug to salute. “It’s a deal, to a job, that is soon to be, well done!” Kevin wasn’t a big drinker, if at all depending on how he was feeling. But hey, it was another of Kasey’s excuses to get out of the house and be social, so he’d try his best.

#my b o y #who needs eve or meg ill b ur wife #slip happens

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Melodious [Meg&Kevin]

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Margaret let out a soft giggle at Kevin’s shock. “Of course we have a prince and princess- you’re in the capital! Did you come all the way to Selphia without knowing where you were truly going to?” It wasn’t like this happened often- actually it rarely ever happened that someone had no clue where they were. But, he knew where he was. He just wasn’t from around here so of course he would not know much of their royalty. “Don’t say that about your town! I bet it’s just as magical and sweet in it’s own way!” She wagged a finger in front of his face, teasingly lecturing him.

“I would love to hear you play one of the songs you used to play for your galas.” The blonde said calmly. Just listening to him go off showed the passion and love he had for music. “What did you play there? Did you enjoy it? Maybe next time there’s a gala, I’ll have to hire you as an accompany violist while I play the piano. Oh! That would be wonderful! You could play the violin, I could play the piano! Hm, I’d have to ask Vishnal when the next gala is coming up. I believe it’ll be in the next few months for a special event but I cannot be sure.” The rambling seemed so long, she hoped deep down she hadn’t bothered the man by her talking and talking… Yet.

A blush came onto the elf’s face as he spoke. What a sweet, charming man. She couldn’t help it but blush deeply at his words. “Well, I guess….” She twirled a straw piece of hair in her fingers. There was a part of her telling him to show him, not now, but one day. Something inside her was telling her that this wouldn’t be the last time they would meet; their soon to be goodbye wouldn’t last forever. “If, and only if you want to collaborate on a piece together…. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you see my previous work.”

It seemed so strange to accept such an offer from someone she didn’t know. Every time Frey or Forte nearly saw her work, she would snatch it from them. It was private- the music was a piece of her heart. And yet, the two didn’t share a love for music like Kevin shared with her. Kevin, maybe, wouldn’t tease her style of writing music. She knew Frey and Forte wouldn’t as well, but again, something so private felt like it was being taken from her soul.

That’s when it hit her. A snap with a finger, and blue eyes looked straight into brown. “If you show me your music ability next time we meet, I’ll show some pieces for you! Maybe! If you want!” Her voice became so high pitched, excited like a puppy (or like when Frey and Lest saw Dylas bringing their food to their table- more-so Frey).

Kevin’s voice was so soothing. She could listen to him speak about plants forever. For someone who loved fruits so much, she never had much of a green thumb for them. Meg’s speciality lied in music; not fruits or labor. Yet Kevin was so passionate, so knowledgable; she couldn’t help but watch his fingers as he showed her soil, explained his experiments; everything. His voice was so powerful, yet soft. It rang like a chord on the piano. His voice…. His passion…. His work….

He didn’t appear like a winery owner. Porcoline had a list of wineries that he bought from directly and they were so stuffy, formal and regal men with no taste in music. Their over the top attitude, pretending they were better than each other even though their wines were being bought by the same person. Yet Kevin… Sweet, kind, brown shinning eyes with a smile that just said “sweetheart.” Kevin, who had a voice that reminded her of peace as he spoke.

“Amazing.” Margaret breathed out as she listened. And it was amazing. This was the attention and passion she expected from Illuminate- not a former musician. The passion he had was amazing- he was amazing. “You truly have a passion for what you do, don’t you? Your wine. Your plants. Everything.” She asked, pushing a piece of hair back behind her elf ears. “You truly are amazing.” She whispered, soft enough that the brunette hopefully had not heard what she had to say.

“Well when I heard the capital,” The boy explained with laughter at how silly he most definitely seemed to her. “I guess, I suppose I assumed a mayor of some kind? Not actual royalty!” Honestly, where in the world had royalty anymore? Well ... here he supposed. That seemed like such a fairytale concept! Well everything was a fairytale concept he supposed so far, the girl he was speaking with was elvish. “It’s not a concept I’d ever dreamed of actually seeing in person, royalty that is, so it’s simply so different from—” He abided by her lecturing. “my sweet little farm town.”

This was getting too much for the young man. By what grace of sheer luck or coincidence did the Goddess grace him to meet this girl, in this moment? Kevin really hadn’t had any interest in women before, sure women that came on to him would make him blush (especially Selena ... she was so teasing the man simply couldn’t keep his cool around her), but that usually came from the fact that he was sheerly an extremely socially awkward person. But ... Margaret. Wow. “I-I played with a pretty elite orchestra while I was in college, we would get hired for big events a lot.” He explained bashfully, before his eyes went wide at her offer. “Oh! Gosh, I could never.” The words came out quickly as he waved his hands in front of himself. “I-I haven’t played in front of that kind of crowd in years, I could never risk messing up and ruining something like that for you.”

Boy, if he thought he was all nervous and jumpy before, when the woman spoke her suggestion on perhaps collaborating on a piece together, he didn’t even know what to say. The shock hit him in such a way, he was speechless. He opened his mouth to reply, but his brain couldn’t process words fast enough. “Uhm, I—” He blinked, as he could feel the dark blush showing quite obviously on his features. His face felt hot, hit heart beat in his ears, and his head just couldn’t think clearly. At the same time, the self consciousness his him hard as well. If she played piano half as well as she played harp, he had no chance.

All of a sudden, his best friend came to his mind. Kevin had never been great at talking to girls (really, wow who could have ever guessed), and all the bad, horrible, disastrous advice Kasey had given him over the years came flooding back. Though when she looked at him with her glistening, puppy dog eyes, the farmer couldn’t even put any of that advice to use. “I would love that.” He blurted quite blatantly, happy that he finally was able to put some sentence of words together for her. Be cool Kevin, don’t seem too eager. Shut up Kasey.

“Uhm, I— That would be amazing, I’d be more than happy to. I-I haven’t created a piece with someone else in a long time, so I m-might be a little rusty ..” He explained as his words tripped and fumbled over themselves as he spoke. “But if it was with you” Woah tiger. “L-Like! With you, someone who’s so talented at music!” Nice recovery. “I’d be thrilled to put everything I have into it.” What a hot mess, he pulled at his shirt collar because BOY was it hot all of a sudden.

The girl’s eyes were still on him, soft, gentle, and the way she looked to him and actually listened. Kevin was always the listener, his friends surprisingly tended to be loud mouths or simply chatter boxes. But that’s how Kevin liked it, he loved listening to people talk and people’s stories, though it was most definitely rare so have someone so interested in the words he had to say. Especially about soil of all things, most people yawn and move on. “It’s nothing special,” the man laughed lightly, waving his hand in front of his face. “It’s just dirt, ya’know?”

But when she elaborated, continued on to confess that when she thought he was so passion about his projects, his blush returned full force. “O-Oh! Well if you ... ya’know, don’t put your everything into the things that you love, then what’s worth the point?” His laugh returned despite his blush. “Even though I had to give up on music as a career ... I still wanted to love what I got up to do everyday. I’m sure you can understand.” The man spoke with a somewhat, dreamy sigh added to the end. “You can hear all the passion you put into your music. So you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

#i had written #so much #i apologize #but yes im down im ready TO MOVE ON FROM THE FIRST RP AHHHH #u fucking killed kevin #fuck #artistic arcana

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Melodious [Meg&Kevin]

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There was something comforting about listening to the man speak. His words were so gentle, yet strong. Silvery. Margaret listened to him talk about his town, the place he resided in. There were so many towns Margaret had never visited, so many people she had never gotten the chance to meet. And listening to him speak about his town just made her think about it; imagine the sweet town named after music. What did the buildings look like? Who were the people who lived in the town? What did they like?

Margaret was rarely this curious, but Kevin was making her day dream about the sweet, costal town.

“That sounds beautiful.” She blurted out, her voice sounding so dreamy. Quickly, she realized what she said and blurted out, “the town! The town seems beautiful! I hope one day I can see it!” She let out a little laugh, hoping to dry out the awkward tension from her dreaming comment. “Actually, I have only heard of flamenco dancing in passing before ♪ We have a lot of gala and balls here in Selphia, the prince and princess live right…. there!” A finger pointed to the large, white castle behind Kevin. Even with the sunset rising to the side of the building, it still looked so elegant and beautiful. “Every gala they’ve hosted at the castle has dancing, but the dancing is more ballroom than flamenco dancing. I can’t say I’ve seen it in person, unless maybe I have at one of the galas or at one of the parties Porco hosted!”

The way Kevin spoke about something that was passionate to him just sounded so… wonderful. He was passionate about soil, like how he seemed passionate over music. Cyan eyes looked over at the writing on the papers. Her eyes scanned the paper with a similar focus like when she read music. It was interesting- neither Frey nor Lest seemed this diligent and serious about farming. “Interesting.” She mumbled as her eyes moved back up close to Kevin’s.

Okay, maybe he was really cute when he got embarrassed. Margaret took a step back, giving the brunette man space between the two. The stumbles of his words, the way his words just came out of his mouth with the stutter. Yet, the smile stayed on Margaret’s face as she listened. “That’s interesting.” She said as a free finger moved to her chin, tapping lightly against the porcelain skin. “I can’t say I know much about human history. There’s still so much I haven’t learned about humans and their ancestors, but I can see the similarities now. Much of elven music is meant to increase morale, but we also play as a way to relax. I wonder if there could be a history between Celtic people and elf’s then?”

Now, it was her time to be embarrassed. “Oh no, it’s just that….!” The elf didn’t know what to say. Porco never got to see her music, she rarely even showed her pieces to Frey or Forte (even though Forte rarely asked- she knew Margaret better than anyone else did). Showing someone something so personal to her, someone she didn’t even know, was different. What if he was to make fun of her lyrics or the cords she was using? “I don’t show my work to everyone. And right now, some of my work is in the beginning phases- so I-” Why did she keep talking? There was no need to make an excuse. “It’s okay though! It’s fine! Don’t fret over it.” The blonde elf comforted as she let her hand move away from the man’s gloved hand.

“Oh?” Margaret asked with a tilt of her head. She walked besides the farmer, only to sit down carefully beside his legs on the steel bench. One long leg crossed another, and the harp was moved to sit beside Margaret. “Well, now you have me interested in your research. So, now you have to tell me exactly what kind of research you’re doing. And don’t-” she wagged her fingers at him “skip any of the important details, Kevin!”

The young woman’s voice chimed like a twinkling silver bell, ringing bright as she sighed in a dreamy like manner about how beautiful the town he described must be. Though her suddenly snapping back into reality, seemingly a bit nervous, caused him to laugh gently into his hand. “It ah ... really is!” He agreed with a widening smile. “I lived in a city much larger than it before I moved there, and I can say it’s definitely one of the sweetest little towns I’ve ever seen in my time. That’s for sure.”

“Though your town on the other hand ...” The man trailed off as the woman seated next to him pointed his gaze toward the large glamours castle that sat itself right in the middle of town. Kevin had noticed it, how could he not, while passing through the heart of this small city. He was captivated by it for a long time, before finding himself loitering and moving forward. “You have princes, and princesses?” The man spoke with surprise glimmering through as he repeated her sentences. “That’s simply amazing. Much more exciting than coming from a little farm town.”

“Though galas ...” The man repeated with a sense of nostalgia, finding himself reminiscing on a time since long past. “I’ve been to several before, though only as a hired violinist along with the orchestra.” His tone was soft, staring up at the sky as her recalled. “I remember I would stay up all night studying the sheet music they had given us to prepare with, I would practice and practice just so when the event actually came I knew the songs by heart along with muscle memory.” Sure this was only mere years ago, it still felt like he was talking about himself from another lifetime. “I knew the songs without having to look at the sheet music, so I would spend a large portion of it gazing at the people who would attend such magnificent parties. Watching them dance and chat between each other. I’m sure the ones you get to go to are just as breath taking as well, especially in a castle that grand no less.”

When deep, dark brown eyes once again met the woman’s, those of whom were still incredibly close to his own. Kevin felt the nerves run up his spine quickly once again, noticing he had gone off on a bit of a tangent. Yet again. “W-What a life to live!” He spoke as nervous laughter followed suit. “I on the other hand, I’m just a plain sort of guy who’s job can be described as someone who plays around in the dirt!” Boy did he feel better than she moved to sit a bit farther from him, her piercing cyan eyes causing enough difficulty for him to breathe on their own.

All of a sudden, the tables seemed to turn. She was speaking faster, seeming overwhelmed by his questioning and somewhat nervous by it. He felt guilty for putting her in such a state. “I-I understand!” He piped up quickly, laughing in order to convey his apologies further. “I know it can be strange showing something so personal to a stranger, especially something musicians essentially put their heart and soul into.” The man’s voice came to a pause for a long moment, going back and forth between speaking again several times. “But also, I mean—”

Her gaze was too vexing, his eyes darted from hers as he finally spoke what he had been thinking. “I also know how hard it is to not know anyone that actually has an ear for music, let alone knows how to read music. So, what I mean is ...” Why was it so hard to talk to this girl? She was sweet, kind, incredibly pretty— Oh. That was why he couldn’t. Got it. “If you ever want to share, or need a collaborative mind, I travel around for work quite often. I’d always be happy to lend an ear.”

All of a sudden, the nerves came back full force. “I-Interested?” The man stuttered as he spoke in surprise. No one had ever been interested in his work before. It was boring. Like he said, he played in dirt all day essentially. His music, sure, people like that. But soil? Who cared about soil? “Oh, really now I wouldn’t want to bore you!” He defended with skittish smile. “My work definitely isn’t the most interesting thing about me.” Actually, he wasn’t that interesting in general, and he couldn’t figure out why this girl was still talking to him. Certainly she had something better to do then allow him to waste a girl like her’s kind of time.

“But, uhm.” He didn’t want to be rude and not answer her question either. “T-To put it short, I work with a friend of mine in the winery business. We make and sell all kinds of different wines all on our own. Sure we farm other fruits and vegetables, but my main focus is different types of grapes and how the soil effects their taste and color.” His hand ran through his ruffled brunet hair, trying his best to calm his nerves as he spoke. “See ... here’s a good example.” A flicker of pages as he flipped through various pages in his journal. “I’m here in this town doing field research, so ... you can see here I’ve taped two of the same types of plants onto a page. They have genetic similarities to that of a common wine grape plant, so it’s easier to find in the wild.” The page had a brighter green, more vibrant looking plant on the right and a duller looking one on the left. “This one,” he pointed to the healthier looking one. “Is from a spot in your town not too far from here, while the other is from mine.”

The man handed the book to her as he turned to shuffle in his bag, pulling out a small clear container filled with, yep you guessed it, soil. “Then I take a collection, before returning home to do some tests on it to spot the differences between the two types of soil. It can be kind of like a recipe, if the soil from your town has various more minerals in it, I’ll try to recreate it with various supplements added to the soil we currently have on our farm.” Kevin leaned over, flipping to another page that had printed out pictures of different plants in different life stages. “Then I’ll grow test plants with a couple different combinations and see which soil performs more effectively.”

His finger pointed to a photo of a warn out, wilted looking plant. “In my last experiment, the plant was beginning to wither before it could even get to the fruit bearing stage. A disappointment, but I guess that’s why they call it science.” The man returned the jar to his bag before looking back to the girl with a bright smile, grateful she was taking the time to listen to him. “Though it’s that failure that’s encouraging me to try even harder, so I’m hoping this next run through will have a bit better of results.”

#ugh setting up xkit for editable reblogs on the mac was such a pain #apparently there isnt a good one for safari?#so i had to install chrome #and then xkit #and now here i am #artistic arcana #then i got this warning sign saying that editable reblogs wasnt working #looks like its working to me

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Let’s Get to Work [Kase&Kev]

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“The bar can wait another hour, can’t they?” Kasey asked, his head popping out of the blanket. Okay, that was a lie. The bar wouldn’t wait, the grapes would probably wouldn’t be what they needed in a few hours. Kasey’s sleep could wait, and usually it did with the shit insomnia he had. Grape harvesting season was so important anyway, it meant they were either making a good amount or barely anything if the grapes went bad or were bruised. Feeling his pseudo young brother ruffle his bed hair, Kasey just let out a groan. Kevin really wasn’t going to take no for an answer-

Oh shit, he just said that. Get out of Kasey’s head, Kevin!

Kasey just let out a sigh as he kicked the blanket off his body as he laid in bed for an extra few seconds. “Alright, I’ll get up. I’m up! I’m up!” He jumped out of bed as he ignored Kevin’s mother hen-ing. Grabbing some work clothes, he made his way to the bathroom. Yeah, they’d known each other since Kasey moved to their hometown from Australia, the kid with the weird accent who kept calling people “mates” and “blokes”. And yeah, they took care of each other (mostly Kevin took care of him now).

He stood in the bathroom mirror, looking over his sleep deprived face before turning on the cold water in the sink and splashing it into his face. And, like magic, it worked. To actually wake him up that was, it can’t just cure everything. He stretched his arms out, before quickly changing into his work clothes. Just a day of harvesting and then some hours making wine and they would be good….!

“Alright, let’s get these grapes done!” He called, kicking open his bathroom door. He stared at Kevin, looking at the eggs in the pan, then back at him. Raising a brow, Kasey asked, “what’s with the eggs, Kev?”

Kevin nodded happily as the other brunet rose from his bed, looking absolutely and utterly exhausted. “Couldn’t sleep again, hm?” He cooed in an almost protective manner. He’d tried everything to help Kasey with his insomnia, different types of nighttime teas, cozier bed sheets, but nothing he could think of could help him.

He mused over the matter for a moment as the other man shut the door to the bathroom, before turning his attention back to the eggs.

Kevin was caught humming to himself yet again, so lost in thought that he practically jumped out of his skin as the other man spoke of his shoulder. “Oh—! Goodness Kasey, you almost gave me heart palpitations there.” He whacked the other man on the arm with the spatula, before cocking his eyebrow. “What on earth are you talking about ‘what’s with the eggs, Kev?’ You need breakfast before we get to work, now sit down at your table would’ya?”

Once he did so, Kevin placed the plate of food down in front of the boy. Eggs, toast and a cup of coffee. A farmer’s breakfast that’s for sure. He bit into a piece of toast he had made for himself before chiming in a merry tone. “It’s going to be a long day today, so you have to keep your energy up.”

#i love kasey #come're boy #slip happens #omg this relationship makes me cry

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Melodious [Meg&Kevin]

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Simple.

That was the only thought that went through Margaret’s head as she looked over the man. His overalls were so simple, his clothing, his hair. There was nothing extravagant about anything he wore or said. “Well,” she said as she tapped a finger on her cheek. “That’s easy!” It wasn’t meant as an insult, but it was clear as day.

No person in Selphia arrived without armor or a weapon on their hip. No person in Selphia would arrive unprepared for a possible battle or a chance encounter.

Margaret listened to the man talk about his town, as she found herself wondering what or where it was. “Castanet?” She asked. The name sounded more like a command- “cast a net”- than just a place to reside in. Then again, she was an elf after all. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of it before- it’s not anywhere nearby is it? How long did you even travel?” The big sister attitude was coming out as she pressed the young man on. If he traveled so far away, he was either hungry or tired. Was that why he decided to sit outside the restaurant of all places?

Was it just a chance that he sat there? Or was it on purpose?

But, his grin… It may not have been confident, but there was something about it that Margaret could feel her heart skip a beat.

What? Why? It was just a smile.

Magaret only found herself speechless as the man continued. His smile was burned into her mind, a memory that she wanted to keep. Why? Who knew? Her eyes stayed on to the brown haired man as she watched him express so much knowledge onto her. He was confident about music, he knew this. Or, as Dylas would say, this guy knew his shit.

When he stopped, Margaret found herself becoming a little hot. Was her face burning from the summer sun? Or was she blushing. “Oh, no no. Continue.” She put her hands together as the harp stayed pressed against her breasts. “Please! I love learning about other cultures music! Geek out all you want- please!” There was so much about music that Margaret knew herself. From composition to different instruments. String, percussion, brass; the like. But, this was something she had barely any prior knowledge of.

Music outside of Selphia was hard to come by. Hardly anyone knew much about the outside world that surrounded them. The people were strange, yet the music had millenniums of practice that were different than hers. Few people from there had told her what the music sounded like. Yet, this information was so difficult to research. “Please, just tell me more!” She pleaded. “If this is something I hardly know about, I want to know more. Where were the Celtics anyway?” Where they like elves?

Yet, her pleading ended with her just smiling at the man. The same smile she gave him moments ago, happy and content. His praising was sweet- and like before, the blush stayed on Margaret’s face. Now, it was clear as day. She moved a hand to her rosy cheek, as if to hide one as she maneuvered her body to only show one. “Well, it’s just something I’ve loved since I was younger! So, my old mentor taught me everything and I’ve had a few hundred years to study and learn everything.” Oh, how he was sweet talking. Her face just turned brighter, redder, and her smile died into a shocked look. “Wait-” She yelped. He wanted to see her music? She barely knew him?! He barely knew her?! The elf hardly ever showed anyone her music. Not Frey, not Porcoline, not even Forte (okay, maybe Forte a few times). But a stranger? No way? She didn’t even have a response to his answer as excuses ran through her mind on why NOT to show him her music. “Um-” Find an excuse, find a way out.

But she didn’t have to answer that question right away. She quickly turned right back to him and took a breathe in. Even though her face was still a little red, she didn’t care. Her own hand moved into his, giving a gentle shake. “I’m Margaret!” She put her free hand on her hip. “Kevin, so why aren’t you playing music anymore?”

The way the woman pronounced the name of his town made him release a hearty laugh, definitely relaxing into the ease of the conversation. “Why yes, Castanet! It’s an extremely sweet place to live, many of the districts and local landmarks are named after different types of instruments or melodies. Even the word castanet itself stems from a Latin clacker instrument that’s used in flamenco dancing.” He noted how much was, as Kasey put it, sounding like an encyclopedia. The man smiled in a bashful manner, taking note in their difference in cultures. “If you’ve ever heard of flamenco dancing before.”

“It’s a town pretty far away from here.” Kevin spoke simply with a smile. “I came all this way to do research on soil in the area and its affects on the local crops. I was just sitting out and enjoying the rest of the remaining sunlight of the evening.” He leaned over to show her a couple pages of his notebook as he continued. “I had taken some foliage samples from around town and the surrounding areas, so I was just taking some final notes and taping down the leaves before making my way to the inn where I’m staying down the road.”

Here he was going on and on again. Well it wasn’t like he had many people that even knew what he was talking about when it came to music. Chase how to play the flute and would sometimes discuss pieces with him. But Chase was ... Chase. Having a meaningful conversation with him came once every blue moon.

But this girl, with her pleading eyes, looked to him so expectantly. In such a way where he felt he had forgotten anything about, well, everything. “Uhm— Well— I—” He stuttered for a moment, his gloved hand scratching behind his neck in sheer embarrassment.

“C-celtic people,” he finally began with a clearer mind. “Well they were known to be a type of tribal society in during Medieval times back where I’m from. Their music was light, fluttery, and during dark times it was used to keep up the morale of lower class people. Then different sorts of poets and people who have been in love with the music has passed it down for generations.”

When the girl shifted to telling him about herself, he couldn’t help the boyish grin that spread across his face. Her words sounded as if they were plucked straight from an angel’s harp, even her simple conversing voice was just as lovely as her singing one. Embarrassingly enough, he believed he could sit and listen to it all day if she’d let him.

As she yelped though, she snapped him from his day dream and Kevin became aware of the blush that had spread across her face. “O-oh I’m sorry!” His stuttering began once more, placing his hand over hers, the one that she had been using to shake his hand. “I deeply apologize, I didn’t mean to say something embarrassing in anyway. My grandmother used to be an avid writer of music, and as I got older she taught me how to do so as well my looking over her works. It never occurred to me how personal of a question that was.”

Though as Kevin noticed that he had been holding on to her hand, he let go abruptly, clearing his throat and looking away from her as he himself felt the blush of embarrassment on his features. “Nice to meet you Margaret!” He spoke in response, only taking glances back at her face in hopes he wasn’t being rude. “And, ah, I play music quite often actually. I simply was deffered by my parents for doing it as a profession. Hence the notebook full of plants. But I try to play daily when I can.”

#OKAY THIS REPLY HAD ME STUMPED FOR A LONG TIME #because i think a couple things were lost in translation #he was suppose to be inside the restauraunt #im sorry if he sounds like an idiot for sitting outside because i just kinda went along with it LOL #artistic arcana

4. ‘Did you have a bad dream again?’

A long, drawn out yawn escaped the man.

#artistic-arcana #hello frien #have this #tosses it #drabbles

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Melodious [Meg&Kevin]

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The man was a little endearing. The way he spoke was frantic, yet his voice rang like a sweet melody to Margaret’s ears. His tone felt sweet and soft- and it died down her initial anxiety over having him listening and watching her play (… and sing!). Whoever he was, he was…. a character for sure. But, a character that seemed genuinely nice.

“Most people haven’t. I mean, most haven’t ever met an elf. It’s really rare for any of us to leave our villages.” Which granted, was true. In her years of living among humans, she had only met several other elves who decided to abounded their home and move out into the unknown world.

She walked closer to the man, inspecting every detail about his clothing. His clothing was simple… Nothing extravagant. He didn’t have any armor nor any place to hold a weapon if he needed one. She bent down to look at his shoes, seeing the strange way they were designed. It wasn’t like boots or water shoes. “You aren’t from around these parts, are you?” She asked as she jumped back up to eye level. “That explains why you have never met an elf before!” She moved a little closer to his face, as if she was trying to study it. “Where are you from then?”

Oh- Divine Dragons. This man knew about music…! Margaret could feel herself already ready to explode all her love and expertise knowledge. “Really!” She breathed out as she moved a step back. This man was something- no wonder he had been watching her so intensely. “And classical as well- Oh, most of the people I meet who like classical music as a little older, which I guess makes sense.” She blabbered.

“Celtic?” The humans had a strange way of describing music. There were different genres (Lest had told her about rap, which was an oddity) and different countries of origin of those genres. She took a small step back “I’ve been told it sounds more Germanic by a few- but I haven’t done enough research on Germanic to see if that’s true! Tell me- what makes it sound Celtic to you?” He knew something she didn’t- and boy if she wasn’t going to get it out of him to explain why.

Margaret gave the man a little confident and radiant smile. “Well, yes~ I work at the restaurant right here-” She used her free arm to direct the man’s attention to the massive golden statues. The light from the sunset reflected off of it, and when she turned back to the man, it radiated his face. Orange and yellow streams of color seemed to highlight every aspect of his face now. It… well…. He was cute, she couldn’t deny that. The golden ripples highlighted his brown eyes, almost blinding her in the process. She felt herself staring at him a little too long, and blue eyes quickly darted back to golden statues. “I play music here, piano, harp, lute! Some night I sing here, but that’s only if Porcoline asks real nicely. I’ve composed some pieces too~!”

“What about you? Do you work as a musician as well?”

When the young woman walked closer to Kevin, he couldn’t help the nervousness that returned as she felt her gaze so intently on him. The last time he even thought a girl was pretty was back in high school, and she didn’t know he existed, that seemed like a much easier existence to deal with then the situation right before him. He felt is posture straighten, clearing his throat before replying to her observation. “I’m not from around here, no.” He cleared his throat again, a bit of a skittish laugh escaping him as he scratched the back of his neck.

Everyone in Selphia dressed so ... differently. No wonder he stuck out like a sore thumb, he was so simple when compared with the other locals who lived around here. His level of self consciousness spiked greatly at the sudden realization. Though when she leaned in close to examine his face, Kevin couldn’t help his previous thoughts from slipping through his fingertips entirely. All he could focus on was her own face.

The brunet instinctively leaned back slightly as she looked over him, his eyes widening as his cheeks flushed red once more (he wasn’t going to be able to get over this with her around, was he?). Her eyes gleamed in curiosity, and as she studied him, he couldn’t help but examine her features in return. “I-I come from a town pretty far from here!” He blurted as he came back to himself, his gaze breaking her’s as he laughed a bit once more. “... named Castanet. That, paired with the fact I don’t get out of town very much perfectly explains why I have not met an elf before.” He looked back to her with a sheepish grin, much more relieved when he took notice she had leaned back to her previous stance.

Kevin was able to relax even more so when the topic returned to music, oh did it even comfort his heart in times such as these. “I suppose you’re right! Most people I share the passion with are a bit older than the both of us, aren’t they? I’ve learned such a large part of my knowledge from my grandmother who was deeply in love with classical music. While I do enjoy other genres as well, I must say I do favor classical, mhm ♪.”

“Germanic?” He replied simply, finally feeling himself being able to settle into a calm conversation. “I suppose I can see where other’s may give you such a suggestion, however, I personally always feel Germanic to be a bit ... deeper? With a sense of motivation and drive behind it.” He spoke with a bit of uncertainty, crossing on arm over himself as the other held his chin. “If that makes sense to you. In my experience, Celtic is much lighter. Played for the sheer enjoyment of the music versus a specific purpose.” The hand that was holding his chin motioned to her instrument.

“One of the key players in Celtic music is the harp, and it is common for the melodic line to move up and down the primary chords in many Celtic songs. However ... certain tonal accents in your song didn’t rain familiar to me, and in the Celtic genre it is quite easy to anticipate the direction of the melody since it can use rather cliched cadences. So when I wasn’t able to recognize it, that’s when I had lost faith in my assumption that what you were performing was Celtic.” As he noticed his bit of rambling, the man shone a finally genuine smile, no hint of nervousness behind this one. “Sorry, I think I geeked out a bit much there. It’s been a while since I’ve met someone with such an interest in music like myself.”

Another laugh escaped him at her own enthusiasm, their shared passion caused comfort to finally settle in his heart. As long as she didn’t get that close to his face again, he figured he’d be fine. “You play other instruments as well? Sing and compose? That’s simply fantastic! I didn’t know I was in the presence of someone so talented. The customers of the restaurant must be just as captivated by your talents as I was, how blessed they are to be able to hear your songs on the daily.” His hands dropped to his pockets. “If I may not be too bold, I’d love to see something you’ve composed at some time or another. I stick more to the classics myself, but I’d love to take a look.”

At her own inquiry of his profession, the brunet simply shook his head. “Unfortunately not. It was a dream of mine once upon a time, but that was simply ages ago. It’s just a bit of a hobby to me now.” He suddenly took notice of something important. “Oh! I don’t know you’re name. How rude of me, I’m sorry!” The man slipped off his work glove before offering his hand to shake her’s. “My name is Kevin, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

#time to get at it #heres reply 1 #artistic arcana

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Melodious [Meg&Kevin]

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In the midst of the golden hour, even with the sun hitting her eyes so she could barely see any of the movements of the man, but his word choice was kind of funny. She used the hand that wasn’t holding her harp as a way to block out the sunset that was hitting her eye.

This man was strange. One minute was staring at her, and the next he was in a panicked frenzy. One second he was gawking at her and the next he was trying to make an excuse. “Are you trying to say I should stop or I shouldn’t? Because if it’s the first, then that’s really rude!” She asked, slightly tilting her head. This boy was really confusing-

And really, it made Margaret laugh. She couldn’t help but to let a few soft and kind giggles escape from her lips as he continued to freak out. She hoped her laughter was soft enough that he could barely hear her over his ramblings.

It was awkward- he was awkward. But, he was also endearing.

“I doubt you would have heard this song before.” She answered back, confidently. “It’s an old elven song, not many humans have heard it before. Most elves now don’t even know how to play it, nonetheless on the harp.” Granted, not many humans had probably met an elf before, Meg. You are, after all, the only elf in Selphia currently.

Moving her free hand from above her eyes, she strung a few cords onto her harp. A, C, Bb. Just a few mindless cords to make sure they worked. Strumming her harp aimlessly, she continued to listen to the man speak. Go on, and on. But as he spoke… Music…? “Oh?!”

Oh?!

Margaret’s eyes widen a little bit at the news- a music fan?! Another classical music fanatic like her maybe? Sure, the song she had been playing was considered a classic, created thousands of years ago and brought down from generation to generation. But there were so many different types of music- and human music at that! “Do you like classical music?” She asked, giving the boy a sweet smile. “Or any other type of human music?” Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad. Awkward, yes. But bad?

“N-No of course I don’t mean you should stop!” What a mess. What an absolute mess. Kevin fiddled nervously with his work gloves, his cheeks still glowing rose while he thought on some way to fix the situation. This poor girl probably thought him one odd duck, and he wasn’t sure if there was much of a way to repair that image at this point. Kasey’s so great at deterring social tension ... how does he even do it? This is unbearable.

Though when she started to talk about her song, Kevin’s gaze finally returned to her, still looking a bit bashful but making eye contact none the less. “Elvish,” he repeated after her, as if musing on the word for a long prolonged moment. Of course, she looked like an elf, so that would make sense. “I have to be honest,” The man spoke with a bit of a waver in his voice. “I’ve— uh— never met an elf before. But ...” a gentle laugh escaped him, still holding hints of nervousness (what? she’s stunning, how could a man not be nervous?) “If all elvish songs are as lovely as the one you just played, I wouldn’t mind hearing many more.”

The strum of her harp sent a wave of relaxation down his spine, it was undeniably soothing.

His eyes watched the girl perk up, almost thinking he said something wrong, but when she questioned him about his choice of music, Kevin couldn’t help the relief that rushed over him. “Why ah ... yes ♪.” The man spoke with a refueled smile on his face, finally his uneasiness melting away with the new topic and the sweet smile she gave him. “Actually classical and more traditional types of music is my most preferred. I can recognize most concertos from the first couple notes.”

Kevin couldn’t help a bit of his laughter, closing the notebook he had been looking at to turn his full attention and posture to the woman. “My expertise specializes in classical, with a few other genres here and there I’ve simply come to learn in passing.” Her wide gleaming blue eyes showed so much sincere interest, usually no one was so interested in the conversation of music, at least not to the degree he was. “Your song had hints of Celtic influence, I was trying to pinpoint the region but I couldn’t come up with it. But now that you say it’s elvish ... that makes much more sense as to why it was difficult for me.”

“Is this a profession for you?” He asked out of his own curiosity. “You have the talents of someone who has loved their instrument for years, so I’m merely assuming so.”

#hi i know nothing about music this is going to be a learning experience for me with these two #artistic arcana

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Let’s Get to Work [Kase&Kev]

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Maybe it was the fact that Kasey’s dad always told him when he was younger to “wake up before the crocodiles get you”. And to the man’s credit, it worked but also it fucking scared him when he was four years old. Which, in turned, turned the Australian into an insomniac at four years old because he was scared crocodiles would kill him if he didn’t wake up at 5 AM (and also, living in the outback didn’t fucking fuck that fear).

So insomnia coupled with the constant late night drinking (it was either one glass of wine or one bottle of wine, no in between), yeah, Kasey slept awfully each night. He was either up at all hours to only crash at a random time in the night, or he slept like a baby.

And well, last night was the former.

So of course, he was going to sleep in today. The plants could be watered, the summer sun could allow for anything to grow, if they needed any harvesting they could just do it later. Yeah, it would be worse, but a few more hours on the vines wouldn’t harm the grapes-

Oh shit, that was Kevin talking right into his ear and that’s why he was thinking of grapes.

He groaned, his head popping up with a massive headache (not caused by the alcohol he drank last night- but instead because that hot sun was worse here than back home…!). He looked at Kevin, giving the younger man such a confused look with his eyebrows furrowed. “No.” He sighed, snuggling back into his bed. “Give me another two hours…. Then we can harvest…. And make good, good, wine for….” He yawned. “me to drink, mate.”

This was unlike him, sure Kevin was always up and rarin’ to go before him, but usually Kasey had at least gotten up outta bed by now. “Come on sleeping beauty, no sleeping in today. We gotta get the batch started, that bar in West Town is expecting their shipment of wine as soon as possible. These grapes gotta get goin’ as soon as possible.” He released a bit of a sigh through his nose, ruffling the other man’s hair in an affectionate manner.

“I won’t take no for an answer, come’on we gotta do it. I’ll even make you a bit of breakfast and some coffee. Eggs okay?” Kevin knew this house practically like it was his own, and he also knew that Kasey didn’t take as great of care of everything as he should. If he wasn’t the way he was, he definitely should have some sort of wife to clean up after him. “And no, this batch is not for you to drink.” The younger man spoke in his best assertively teasing tone. “Every single one of these bottles is product Kasey, we barely have enough as is with the last batch that went sour.”

He washed down a pan that had been sitting in the sink for goddess knows how long, getting some eggs going as he turn on the coffee maker.

#lazy bones #slip happens

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