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when the character makes the most pathetic, heartbreaking sound after being disturbed - they got moved and it made their injury hurt, or maybe they're just so exhausted and they're trying to communicate "please let me rest" - yeah. yeah. more of that.

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how do we feel about a whumpee whose tongue has been removed. have we considered that one

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Theres something so special. About a character saying they're "used to" something. "Im used to pain." "Im used to death." "Im used to be treated like that." "It's okay, I'm used to it." It gets me. Alskskkdwlndjcjsbbsbs

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Magical Signs - Part XII

AN: This is janky as hell and I apologize already. Today was NOT my day

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Luna's eyes followed Millo throughout breakfast, but she didn't talk much at meals, her hands too occupied to manage it. When caught looking, she would look away and hastily distract herself with her food.

Millo kept his gaze off of her, too nervous about his condition. The last thing he wanted was to trouble his hosts with being unwell once more. He got more anxious when thinking about throwing up or, gods forbid, passing out.

But eventually, she reached over and tapped the table beside his plate to get his attention. When she had it, she signed, "We buy you clothes today? If you want."

Millo knew he couldn't afford clothes. He could barely afford food on a normal day. So he paused for a long moment, doing his best to supress his guilt, then shook his head.

"I can pay?" Luna offered, smiling gently, not fully understanding how hard it must be for him. It took a lot of courage to let others care for you.

Millo nodded weakly, signing, "Yes please. I get ready." He stood quickly, hiding his face as he put away his dish and walking off.

Tears streamed down his cheeks. He furiously wiped them away, cursing himself for being so weak. He shouldn't be this affected by everything. He shouldn't be this weak.

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The thrift store was surprisingly nice, not holding the same dingy smell some places held. Millo and Luna decided to split up, allowing both of them some privacy as they picked out items.

Millo found some good pants, always opting for good browns, blacks, and greens. They seemed to compliment him well. He wanted them to be loose, hiding his thin frame within the folds. Everybody assumed each person had a normal physique, allowing Millo to disguise his unhealthy aspects.

The shirts also did him well, supplying a good variety to pick from when it came to basic tees. He found a blank white shirt, good for any of his pants, a black shirt with an interesting space design, and a good long sleeve flannel.

With all of this in hand, he made his way over to the fitting rooms. They were full rooms, which made Millo more relieved than ever. He pulled off his shirt and faced away from the mirrors, paying attention to the clothes instead of himself.

Millo sat down, careful not to waste energy. The shirt fit well enough, better than most did amd had a good feel to it. Standing up to check his reflection, Millo had to pause, vision blurring horribly and body tingling all over.

Luna heard the thud from the line of people wating for a room and immediately walked up to the employee. She tried to sign, knowing it wouldnt get across.

With more desperation, she pulled out the notepad she always kept in her purse. Hastily writing, she showed the staff member, "Can you check if the boy in room 6 is okay? Heard a thud."

They nodded hesitantly, walking over to the room and knocking before listening for movement. Not hearing any, they unlocked the door. Still no sound. They opened the door all the way and gasped at the sight which met them.

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Magical Signs - Part XI (11)

AN: I hope this one came out well. I think this one might be pretty good

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Millo looked around Luna's room and fell in love with it. Her room had light strings going across the ceiling, all with clips attached, upon which hung papers. These papers were either marked with highly complex glyphs, combinations of runes he itched to translate, and some purely decorative pieces with countless designs upon them.

He saw the suplies on her desk and realized all of these inked images had been carved out of linoleum. The carvings she made them with stacked endlessly in boxes, each made with such intricacies he wondered how many hours it took.

Luna tapped him on the shoulder, pulling him from his curiosity. She was holding a hairbrush out to him but seemed to be contemplating something further.

Millo took it, signing "thank you" as he did so. He didn't dare look away from her, her eyes asking too many questions.

"You want help with mats?" She signed hesitantly, knowing it might take him hours if he did it on his own.

He thought for a moment, but thought it better to accept her help. He didn't want to seem rude and he truly needed the help. So he nodded, allowing her to lead him to the main living space and sitting him down on the floor so she could sit on the couch as she worked.

Millo felt uncomfortable at first, with Luna sitting directly behind him and all. She was a warm and welcoming presence, pulling him closer to the couch and starting to detangle.

Her hands were gentle, using the extra comb she had grabbed on the way out of her room. It was comforting, having somebody treat him with such care. She worked so carefully it felt wonderful, combining with his exhaustion to make him start nodding off.

Luna watched him slowly blink, trying his best to stay awake as he relaxed his head into her crossed legs. He looked so relaxed, the most relaxed she had seen him yet.

So when he suddenly tried to wake up more, she put down her tools and held out her hands in front of him, signing, "You can sleep. No worry."

Millo tried to fight it a little longer but eventually succumbed to the exhaustion. He trusted Luna. She was the person he could trust most in the world.

Luna found herself staring at him. He was the most pretty, kind boy she had ever met. She desperately wished to hold him and tell him everything would be okay. She would make everything okay.

He may be a blushing, embarrassed and insecure young man. He may be homeless, dangerously underweight, and sick from not eating. He could be in the worst situation ever, and Luna would still help him. Millo was the best person she could ever imagine.

And though she knew she may be rejected, she would care about him for every year she could imagine in their future. He deserved the world, and she would do everything in her power to give it to him.

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Magical Signs - Part X (10)

AN: My sad homeless man is getting a support system. Everybody say yippeeeee

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CWs: body insecurity, nonsexual nudity

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Millo slung his bag over his shoulder. It was heavier than usual, containing some of his clothes and random toiletries he might need. His spellbook was tucked under his arm, the worn leather cover comforting to him.

Luna watched him from outside the van, waiting patiently to show him inside. When he finally hopped down, she signed "You ready?"

Millo nodded, shaking slightly from anxiety. He hadn't had great experiences in other's houses before, often finding himself back on the street in worse shape than he went in. He didn't distrust Luna, in fact he would trust her with his life at this point, but he couldn't help the tension which filled his entire being.

He followed her inside, looking around with a mixture of curiosity and sadness. It had been so long since he was in a house he felt almost alien. He didn't belong here. This place was so welcoming, but he made himself feel unwanted.

Luna guided him down a hallway. The walls were decorated with paintings and pictures of Luna and the brother she told him about, smiling brightly. He took his mind off of these as he entered the room.

It was a nice room, a bed on one side and a desk on the other, similar to his van set up. The chair looked comfortable to sit in and the bed had proper covers and pillows. He felt unbelievably guilty accepting this.

Luna got his attention, "You okay?"

Millo realized he hadn't moved but was simply looking around at the space, shaking from stress and visibly distressed. He moved next to the desk, trying to make up for the anxiety in his figure by acting casual. Hands still unsteady, he signed, "You sure? I can go. On your command."

Luna grew more concerned at this, quickly signing back, "Please stay. Here safe. I want you safe."

Millo felt like crying at her last statement, but instead he signed back, "Thank you."

She smiled, "Make yourself at home."

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Millo moved around the space, brushing a hand over the desk. It had obviously been used, aquiring stray pencil marks and rubbing off the paint in the center from years of pressure. He placed his spellbook on it, casting the arcane lock which kept it safe from prying eyes.

The chair looked comfortable. It wasn't necessarily an office chair or anything which was designed for a desk, but it was cushined. The worn leather was inviting and sort of nostalgic, discolored from use.

The bed was simple, covered with blue sheets and costal themed throw pillows. He sat on it hesitantly and found it was far softer than the one he had at home.

Millo sighed from relief. He was so tired. So tired of sleeping in parking lots he didn't trust. Of the too thin blanket struggling to keep him warm in his van. He was safe here. And just maybe, if he made himself useful, he might be able to stay here.

After a long while, he got himself to check out the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Such a private bathroom was comforting, safe from prying eyes and judgement. He could shower here without worrying about someone seeing him. Without seeing how thin he had become over the months of homelessness.

Millo started to prepare for a shower, silently thanking Luna and her brother for supplying him with toiletries. He turned on the water, already knowing the water pressure would be worlds better than the public ones.

Once it hit the right temperature, he stepped in and basically melted as the water flowed over his shoulders. He just stood there for a few minutes, letting the water wash away the dirt, grime, and tears.

Millo did his best to wash his hair but realized he didn't have a brush. So, when he got out and changed, he went to go find Luna, knowing she would have a brush.

He walked into their main living space and found himself at the opposing side of both sibling's gaze. They resembled each other greatly, both having basically the same face shape and identical hair colors.

Luna stood quickly, signing, "You okay? Need help?"

Millo hesitated, feeling Helion's eyes on him and hoping he didn't do anything wrong, "May I borrow hairbrush?" He signed in a small box, anxious about the burden of existing.

Luna nodded earnestly, taking one of his hands and leading him into her room.

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Magical Signs - Part IX (9)

AN: Thank you for your patience :]

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Millo stood up, leaning on his desk and moved his curtain a bit to see who was knocking. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to cry, act like he wasn't there, or greet her.

Luna stood nervously, fidgeting with the bag slung over her shoulder and constantly checking her surroundings. She looked almost guilty to be there, as if she had commited a crime he wasn't aware of.

Millo moved to open the door, leaning heavily on it before taking hold of his passanger seat. Through a process only he knew, he unlocked the door and immediately struggled to open it. Pulling on it with his full body weight, it finally slid open, sending him to his rear on the floor.

Jumping at the sudden movement and noise, Luna stepped back instinctively. Eyes wide and tense, she watched as the embarrassed mess of Millo struggled to his feet, blushing with the same intensity as a fire.

He hastily signed, "Hi- Sorry I-" he hesitated, taking a breath, "Good Morning."

Luna signed back, "Good Morning. You okay?" She now saw more of the space, noticing the pot on a stand in the center, filled with broth and noodles.

"Yeah I okay." He followed her gaze and saw his pot, hurriedly dispelling the magic before it overcooked his noodles.

Luna stood rather awkwardly, obviously wanting to say something but reluctant to do so. Her gaze wandered slightly, inspecting Millo himself. He was leaning heavily on his desk at this point, hidden in layers of loose clothing but still obviously too thin. His hair looked uncomfortable, slightly greasy and deeply tangled.

He waved to get her attention on his hands, signing, "Can I help you?"

Luna took a breath, "I have question."

Millo was put on the defensive, unsure how personal this question was about to get, "Yes?"

"I have extra bedroom. You want live there?" She signed weakly, as if she didn't want to see his response.

Millo had to consider this deeply. It would completely change how he's currently living, let alone making him more of a burden. He would only be causing more problems for her and he'd never lived in a normal household, so he was unsure how to go about the situation.

Luna blushed deeply, looking away, "Sorry. Stupid question. I go." She turned and started walking as she finished.

Millo almost jumped from the van, thought better of it considering his condition, and talked to Luna for the first time, "No don't go-"

She stopped in her tracks, turning to see him. And despite the tension, she couldn't help but find his voice beautiful. It was soft, matching his personality to an uncanny degree.

Her eyes locked onto him and she watched in silent shock as he signed, "Yes please. I want."

Luna smiled weakly, "We bring van there?"

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scars with visual symbolism are SO UNDERRATED. two lines running down the cheeks to resemble tear tracks? glasgow smiles that twist the face into a permanent grin? thin lines going down from the corners of the mouth to make a character look like nothing more than a puppet, a marionette at whumper’s whim? EXCELLENT. I need more of it

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Magical Signs - Part VIII (8)

AN: We're back to the point where I remember the average person doesn't know roman numerals to the extent I do. Anyways life update: I have rabbits and one of them is not doing so great, so if I end up not writing, it will likely be because she's died or gotten even worse.

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Helion sat at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. He took a deep breath, digging a hand through his hair.

They'd been through so much together, and things had been fine for a while. He loved Luna, but she could never seem to catch a stroke of good luck.

From the weeks she was in a coma on a ventilator to the months spent learning sign language to the years of processing trauma. She had finally caught a break and was back to what she loved the most. Helion couldn't help but resent this boy for ruining this for her.

Luna would never abandon anybody in need, which was a quality he always admired in her. But to see her breaking down over it? That hurt. He couldn't just sit idly by while she suffered, so, Helion started planning.

He figured he would ask Luna her opinion on letting this boy stay in their spare bedroom for a short while. Helion stood, taking his drink with him and taking a long sip of the dark liquid, it was about to be a long week.

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Millo woke up a mess, still in the previous day's clothes and hair tangled to all hell. He started with the hair, furiously brushing it out for a few minutes before settling down.

He was shaky getting out of bed, simply sliding off the side and onto the makeshift stool he used. Millo rummaged under his bed for a moment before pulling out a box of easy food he kept stored.

Inside was a few packages of cheap noodles, granola bars, a small container of candy he needed to throw away, some canned soups, and a bag of small cubes which made a broth he didn't mind too much. Breakfast foods be damned, he got some of the noodles and one of the small cubes.

In a different box, he pulled out a small, surprisingly good pot he found at a thrift store. It was one of his favorite tools because it consistently worked well. Millo cast a heating spell, not even realizing he had done it in sign until he was halfway through.

Summoning water was easy enough, but all it did was remind him of Luna. The way that girl smiled was quite possibly one of his favorite things in his current life. She was everything he could ever dream of and more.

Millo quietly waited for his water to boil, thinking about the last two days. They started off like he had been in paradise, but the previous day would likely haunt him for years to come. He didn't want to reveal how bad his living conditions were.

Luna probably wouldn't want to see him, so he just stayed home. The van couldn't leave him at least. Maybe he should go to the next town, check if they have a food pantry and take some from there.

Millo dropped in the noodles and small broth cube, appreciating the smell of the broth. It was both comforting and depressing. This meal was simple, reminding him he could make something edible without going broke. But even then, this being one of his best meals was concerning at best and depressing at worst.

He grabbed one of his pillows, placing it in his lap and hugging it. He burried his face into it, nearly falling asleep before he heard a knock on the door.

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Magic Signs - Part VII

AN: Fell asleep while writing the end of this. God I'm exhausted.

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Helion looked up as the front door opened and his heart sank at the sight which met him. He immediately got to his feet and approached his sister, signing "What happened? What wrong?"

She had a sort of blank stare, tears streaming down her cheeks. Luna took a step forward and buried her face into his shoulder, weakly wrapping her arms around him.

Helion held her, he knew she wasn't in a state to tell him what was wrong, so he just stood here, "It's going to be okay. I've got you."

Luna wanted to yell. To scream at the top of her lungs and just let out all of the stress she held, but nothing came out. Nothing would ever come out. So she just burried her face into Helion's sweatshirt, taking comfort in his familiar scent.

She didn't know what to do. She had no idea how to help. Luna was useless. She didn't know how to help Millo, but the last thing she wanted was to lose him. She couldn't lose such a sweet person so quickly.

There was no way to know his current condition. He could be dying from starvation or passed out on the floor, suffering from dangerously low blood sugar levels.

"Can you answer some questions for me? Just nod or shake your head." Helion asked gently, pulling back and holding her shoulders.

Luna nodded weakly, allowing him to guide her to the couch. She felt like shit, like she was making everybody's lives harder.

Helion sat down in the armchair diagonal to her and watched her carefully, "Are you okay?" He paused, "Physically. Are you yourself okay?"

She nodded again, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"Is somebody else hurt?"

Luna debated this, then she lifted her hands, signing in a small space, as if lowering her volume, "Boy from yesterday. Learned he homeless. He threw up. Almost fainted."

Helion processed this, his eyes never leaving her frame, "Where is he?"

"He own van. He safe there. I hope." She dug her hands through her hair.

He nodded slowly, "Can we check on him in the morning? I can drive if you give me directions. Maybe we can go to breakfast?"

Luna considered this, then she nodded. She would help him sort out the details later, but for now she really needed to just process everything.

Helion, getting the cue, let up on the interrogation and looked to her with renewed concern, "You want your weighted blanket?"

Luna signed yes, grabbing one of the pillows which always fell from the couch and putting it back up. She curled up, relaxing under the weighted blanket placed on top of her and quickly falling asleep.

Helion went to the kitchen and started a mug of coffee, really wishing he could get emotions across in sign better.

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Magic Signs - Part VI

AN: Love these two. Should I have more mercy? Probably

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Luna watched Millo with great concern. He seemed disoriented and was still shaking badly. She didn't bother him about it, wanting him to eat what he could.

So, to make it slightly less awkward, she started eating from her own bowl. The flavor of her favorite ramen didn't disappoint, but she couldn't truly appreciate it, being too worried about Millo.

He weakly sipped at his broth. Color slowly returned to his face, giving Luna slight comfort. He ate some of the noodles and looked moments from tears. He continued to eat at a slow pace, but he eas definitely making progress.

Luna made the signs for a minor heating spell under the table, focusing the magic on his bowl. She wanted to make sure there was no reason he should stop eating. He didn't notice and she could breathe a little easier.

Millo was really sweet, likely one of the mosy kind people she had ever met, and to think he wasn't eating enough broke her heart. He deserved much more than this. So much more than this.

Throat still burning from throwing up, everything he ate was painful going down. But he couldn't bring himself to stop, it all tasted too good and he needed the calories.

Millo knew he had stressed his new companion and he felt extremely guilty. It was hard to meet her gaze when he finished off the bowl, so he looked down and signed "sorry for trouble."

She gently took hold of one of his hands to get his attention, pulling away when he looked up and responding, "No worry. Me take you home?" Her expression told him it was a question, but he couldn't help but notice the concern in her gaze.

Millo considered his options, knowing he would be too tired and weak to be much of a help to her for the rest of the day. He reached for his wallet, hoping he had enough money to pay for his meal, and nodded slowly.

"Okay. You stay, I pay." She stood, reaching a hand into her pocket.

"You sure?" He half stood, regretted the decision, and sat back down.

"Yes." She walked off, bringing the order ticket with her.

Millo mentally prepared himself for walking. He was pretty sure he could make it to the van in his current condition, then he could rest there.

Luna brushed his shoulder with her hand as she passed, pulling him from a daze he didn't realize he was in, "Ready?"

He nodded, standing up slowly, steadying himseld, and walking with her to the door. They didn't sign a word to each other for a long while, allowing both to get up into their own thoughts.

Luna wasn't 100% sure what to to in this situation. She was trying her best to allow Millo to have some dignity, but she also couldn't watch anybody starve, especially not such a nice boy. She kept a close eye on him as they walked, wishing she could do more than just accompany him home.

As they got closer to the van, Millo became even more self conscious. He turned to her, "I can go myself now."

Luna shook her head, "I make sure you safe."

He grew more anxious, "Don't judge too hard."

Millo wanted to cry. He wanted to curl up in his bed and cry himself to sleep. He had messed everything up. How could he have been so stupid? The coolest person he had ever met was going to abandon him because he's a train wreck of a person. Millo had failed again.

Afrer he unlocked his van, he turned to Luna, "Thank you. Sorry for everything."

"Stay safe. Meet again tomorrow?'

Millo stood for a moment, shocked by what he just saw, "You sure?"

Luna smiled weakly, "I want to."

Millo curled up on his bed, digging his hands through his hair and crying his eyes out. He had fucked up so badly.

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Magic Signs - Part V

AN: Almost fell asleep while going back over this. Im gonna head to bed

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Luna and Millo worked together for hours, both transcribing certain spells into sign. Millo would do more simple words, leaving the ones with more translations to Luna's capable hands.

Eventually, she looked at her watch and noticed the time. The hours had slipped away and they had worked into the afternoon, making her silently curse herself for not paying more attention. Luna tapped the table in front of him, getting his attention, "Lunch go us?"

"Time?" He signed back, as surprised as she had been.

Luna held her wrist out, showing him her watch. It was easier than testing whether his number skills were accurate and cleared up any possible confusion.

He looked up, "Yes, lunch."

Both of them started to pack up, tucking notebooks into bags, stowing away pencils, and generally clearing the table of all their supplies. Luna stood up, checking the floor for anything they may have dropped.

When she came back up, her heart skipped a beat. Millo had stood, but he was visibly unsteady. He swayed slightly then steadied somewhat, reaching down and grabbing his bag as though nothing had happened.

She caught his eye with a wave, "You okay? I bring food here. You no look good." Her eyes showed the concern she held for him, scared for his safety.

"Me okay." He gave back, looking to her expectantly to lead the way, "Where go?"

"Ramen shop?"

Millo became suddenly hesitant, not wanting to deny her offer, but unsure whether he could afford it. Though, he didn't want to disappoint this new girl, so he nodded.

Luna kept an eye on him as they walked. The shop she suggested wasn't far, which worked out well for both of them. She was concerned by how pale he became as they walked, the paling of his skin making her wish she had insisted he stay seated.

Though as they got into the restaurant, her thoughts were drawn to the menu. She carefully took one of the small paper menus they had in a small box made for those like her. They were accessible to nearly everybody, even providing braille.

Millo filled out his order, which was a simple ramen, and happened to be the cheapest one they had. He handed it back to her with a weak smile, hand shaking as he did so. Millo signed "restroom," rushing off the moment he said it.

The moment the door shut behind him, he leaned into the wall, entire body shaking from the effort of standing. He realized his mistake, cursing himself for not budgeting his food properly.

"Shit-" he mumbled, voice sounding foreign after so long of not speaking. Millo knelt beside the toilet in the one-stall bathroom, cursing himself and the nausea overwhelming him.

Luna sat at the table. She trusted him to come back, but as time went on, this trust waned. Nervous to intrude, she waited a bit longer.

Maybe he must just need a minute. She couldn't judge him too hard, he was a new person for her. But as their food arrived, she got concerned.

Luna stood just outside the bathroom, knocking on the door. She wished she could speak, to ask him if he was okay. Just to make sure he was still conscious.

Moments away from getting a staff member to come unlock the door, if opened. There stood Millo, leaning heavily on the wall beside the door frame. He was obviously doing his best to act normal, which didn't quite fool Luna.

"You doing alright?" She signed anxiously.

Hands visibly shaking, he signed back, "Yes. Sorry."

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Magical Signs - Part IV

AN: Not 100% on this scene but I have ideas for the next one

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Luna walked home from the bus stop with many thoughts and ideas. The vast majority of them included Millo. She couldn't help but smile when thinking about him. From the mid length chocolate brown hair pulled back by a bandana to the way he smiled, constantly looking to her with so many words and expressions in his gaze. She found every part of him endearing.

Though one thing concerned her, and it wasn't obvious at first glance, but drew her eyes after she noticed it. Luna hadn't brought it up and kept it off her mind for the afternoon, but now she was alone, it was at the forefront of her thoughts. Millo was concerningly thin. He hid it well under his layers, but his face revealed his slightly sunken cheeks.

Luna commited herself to bringing him a bit of extra food the next day, and maybe taking him out to lunch. She didn't want to be rude, but if she could help, she would.

Her thoughts cleared somewhat as she opened the door to her house, met immediately by the sounds of her brother's music from the kitchen. She put down her stuff and took off her shoes, realizing he hadn't realized she was home yet.

Luna moved into view of the kitchen, leaning into a wall, she let out a short whistle to get his attention. Helion jumped, turning quickly to see her before signing, "No scare me!"

She stuck her tongue out teasingly, signing back, "Never." Luna walked into the kitchen and lightly punched Helion's shoulder as she passed him.

He waited until she looked back at him and signed, "You happy today. Why?"

Luna smiled, her hands moving so quickly an unpracticed person would not have been able to keep up, "Boy use sign. Together do magic. He really cool. Very fun."

Helion became visibly interested, giving her a look, "Name?"

"Millo. Tomorrow morning us meet library." She excitedly signed back.

"Amazing! Sound fun." He looked away, carefully flipping his sandwiches on the stove before looking back, "Want?"

Luna nodded, "First I change."

She walked to her room, thinking about the next day with excitement as she settled into her evening routine.

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Millo woke up with the sun, his neck sore from falling asleep at such an awkward angle. He haphazardly moved around the van, half awake and off balance. He changed out of his clothes from the day before, smelling the ones he picked out before putting them on.

Millo layered up before grabbing his bag and beat up water bottle. He pat down his pockets to check for everything and set out, locking the van behind him.

The walk to the library wasn't bad, especially with how nice the small town's sidewalks were. He practiced his signs as he went, noticing his hands were a little sore after the previous day. Millo laughed slighly, wondering how strong Luna's hands must be, his brain conjouring up exagerated cartoonish images of muscular hands.

He tried fixing his hair a bit, eventually pulling his bandana from his bag and tying it back. Millo realized he might need to get new clothes if he planned to stay in town for longer than usual.

A whistle caught his attention from down the street. At the bus stop, Luna stood waving.

Millo waved back, almost running up to her as he continued, looking forward to the day ahead.

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Magical Signs - Part III

AN: Today was really long, but here's the sillies. I hope this makes cohesive sense because I worked on it throughout the day and don't have the energy to reread rn

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As the sun set, Millo prepared himself for leaving, and his fatal mistake became obvious to him. They had never shared their names.

He was nervous to ask. They had been talking for so long he forgot he truly didn't know her. The thought of asking her now mortified him, what if it came off as rude? Should he just wait until she says it?

A tap met his shoulder and he looked to her, she was hesitantly signing, "Us here tomorrow?"

Millo felt a rush of excitement and nerves, "Yes!" He signed and nodded simultaneously, both actions done enthusiastically.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, not moving for a moment, then signing, "What your name? Forgot ask." She looked immensely guilty, as if she had made a mistake. Evidently, she had realized the same thing.

"Millo," he signed back, unsure if he should ask for her name as well.

"Hi Millo. My name is __" she did a sign to which he had no idea the translation to, but seeing his confusion, she put one hand over her mouth, realizing her mistake and quickly finger spelling "Luna."

Millo smiled, "See you tomorrow, Luna." He did his best to mimic the original sign she had done, an L with the thumb under the eye lifted forward and up.

Luna weakly smiled back, waving as he went.

Millo felt exhilarated. Though he hadn't achieved his original goal when going to the library, he had aquired a new and far more exciting one: learning magic in sign. As he walked, buzzing with energy, he started to make small signs to practice.

Namely, the name sign Luna had. It was simple and charming. He commited it to memory, along with the other aspect of her. Her short caramel colored hair, half up in a small ponytail. Her confident stature, only a few inches shorter than himself. She almost seemed fictional, too good to be true.

He couldn't wait to see her again, for the next opportunity to see the excitement in her eyes as she shared her skills. The passion in her craft was inspiring to say the least.

He thought about signing magic all the way back to his van. Millo felt oddly alone when he reached the vehicle, wishing he had somebody to talk to.

The van had gotten him through rough times and was now the only place he could call home. He opened the door and saw the living space he had grown accustomed to over the year of living in it. The makeshift bed behind the driver's seat, messy from the night before. The combination desk and counter adjacent to the door, secured with ratchet straps to keep it from movimg. The storage boxes with books stacked atop them, some on the floor due to recent drives.

He sat down on the box of books with a pillow he called a stool and got to sifting through his books to find his sign language book. An old friend had bought it for him years ago, when he determinately learned sign language after struggling to aid a deaf man. He was always thankful for those frienda who bought him things when he was struggling to get proper meals.

Millo spent the rest of the evening repeating each sign, memorizing each of them with great determination. Eventually, he fell asleep over his book, the only thing keeping him from getting up in his thoughts for hours.

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Magic Signs - Part II

AN: I love these two dearly. Shout out to my IRL friend for being the reference for the social anxiety, you're a real one.

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*dialogue is written in my best approximation of sign language grammer

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Millo slowly became enraptured in this girl. From the excitement in her eyes every time she showed him something new to the patience in her discussions with him. She eventually handed over her notes and pointed him to a specific spell, which summoned water.

He read through them, wanting to compliment her handwriting but not remembering the signs for it. Millo quietly read through the translated section of the spell, signing along with it to get the idea of how to perform it.

But, seeing Millo evidently not thinking about his actions in his excitement, the girl stood quickly and reached across the table to grab his hands. Her eyes were wide and she shook her head quickly.

Once again, the young man blushed deeply in embarrassment. He watched as she removed one of her hands and pointed out the nearby window before signing, "We outside?"

Millo nodded, slowly removing himself from the seat and waiting for her to do the same. He awkwardly followed her outside, wishing he could find a good corner to place his face into. He kept making stupid mistakes, all of which added up to make him feel annoying.

And yet, the girl turned around and smiled at him. "No need embarrass. Try again here."

She watched her new friend nervously start signing again, occasionally pausing and looking vaugly upwards before continuing. It always entertained her when he did so, as if he was looking up into his mind for information he forgot.

Millo eventually looked to her desprately, having forgotten the next word and not wanting to mess up the sequence. She carefully and clearly gave him the sign for "condense".

He did it and jumped back as water began to form in the palm of his right hand. This wasn't very effective, seeing as it was attached to him.

The girl laughed, not a loud laugh or an odd one, quite the opposite, it was silent. She leaned on her knees, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe properly. When he looked to her with concern, she held up a finger, asking for a moment.

Millo, having forgotten the effects of the spell once more couldn't help but join in her contagious laughter. He laughed loudly, clutching his stomach while trying to avoid the water forming in his palm.

When they eventually settled themselves, she looked to him and signed "Your laugh matches you."

Millo was taken off guard, having expected her to be deaf. He signed, "You hear?"

She grew slightly nervous herself, "I mute."

She didn't want him to speak to her, the coversations always felt one sided. She watched him with growing anxiety as he processed this.

Millo then raised his hands and signed "May I talk sign in future?"

An overwhelming feeling of relief washed over her and she smiled slowly, signing "Yes please."

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Magical Signs

AN: Sooooooo I started something new. We're stepping away from whumpy plots for a bit because it's been doing some stuff to my brain chemistry I don't like. I need my sillies back

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*I thought I would point out that I am not mute and am not fluent in sign language, if somebody finds an inaccuracy on my part, I'd love to learn more.

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Libraries always served to be valuable locations. Whether it be for students looking to study, wizards searching for new spells to use around the house, or those like Millo, who travel far and wide to explore the world of magic.

He always loved small town libraries. They didn't try to make their magic look prestigious, often having resources made by locals for things everybody needs to know. They were humble places, serving as a resource for the whole community to use.

Millo walked through the full building with great curiosity. He was practically glowing with excitement as he sifted through the books available to him. Though, he couldn't seem to find a new book by way of entertainment, nothing seemed to catch his eye and they seemed to be missing his favorite genre.

Giving up, he looked around for somebody to ask and his eye caught on a particularly interesting person. She was absorbed with a book in her lap and appeared to be performing the conjouring components of a spell, moving her hands in a very methodical way. But as he watched, he realized it wasn't spell casting, it was sign language. Having learned much of sign himself, he gradually translated what she was doing.

It was a style he had never seen before, which immediately got him itching to try it for himself. He was deeply conflicted, not wanting to disturb her but desprate to learn what she was doing. So, to appease both wishes, he moved to another part of the room. This made him less suspicious and far more comfortable trying something so foreign.

Millo decided on the most simple spell he could think of, a minor levitation cantrip. Running the words through his head, he slowly started forming the sign for each word. The actions had an odd feeling about them, fingertips tingling with the same energy which often accompanied illusion magic.

It took a few tries, from a combination of losing track of where he was, doing a sign wrong, and worrying about the girl seeing him. Eventually, he got it to work, feeling the rush of magic through his body, all being released through his hands.

It was then he realized his mistake. Millo had been so set on getting the spell right he forgot to focus on an object. So it ended up focusing on something near what he was thinking about. He froze and watched in silent horror as the girl's book floated from her lap.

She jumped, looking around in surprise, her eyes landing on the surprised and guilty Millo. She looked concerned, quickly taking a hold of the book and dispelling the magic.

Millo fumbled the signs for "I'm very sorry," hoping he got the message across accurately. He felt like running away and finding a river to jump into, but he remained rooted in place, feeling the need to explain himself. In broken sign, using intermittent finger spelling for words he forgot in his panic, Millo did his best to explain. "I saw you signing magic. I wanted try. Made stupid mistake. Sorry."

She watched in shocked silence, for it was the first time she had encountered somebody who used sign with her without being prompted. This mess of a young man, with his broken sign and bright red cheeks, was genuinely signing to her. Not just signing, he had performed a spell in sign.

"You sign magic?"

He nodded slowly, nervously fidgeting with the hem on his shirt.

She lit up with excitement, "Help me? Translation trouble." Realizing what she said, she quickly added, "If you want."

He signed yes repeatedly, hesitantly approaching the table before sitting down in the chair across from her. She turned around the book and pointed to the word "iridescent" before describing all the trouble she'd had with making the spell work.

Millo gradually became more comfortable as his excitement about a new possibility in magic opened up before his eyes.

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