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One little compliment is all it takes to sweep the words right from under him. Surely, Prometheus does not mean to say he's been stealing glances at him while they've worked in the garden, or while spending their afternoons enjoying the lazy summer sun. That would be unlike him. … Would it? ❝ Yes. ❞ Agathis clears his throat and addresses the topic of dinner instead. ❝ I'll warm up the stove and prepare the meat, then. ❞ And when Prometheus stands and dismisses himself with a pat to the dryad's arm, he finds his gaze lingers after him. He realizes some seconds later he's smiling, too. Sigh… Prometheus, you cannot simply say such things to me. You know that, don't you?

Agathis hoists his body out from his chair and makes his way to the kitchen to start dinner. ____ When Prometheus returns, Agathis stands composed and smiling at the sink. The water runs gently from the faucet, where his hands rinse the meat of any impurities before it becomes their delicious broth. ❝ Welcome back. How did the harvest go, hm? ❞

"I'm rather resistant to heat," he says a little with pride. He's too humble to be TOO prideful! "You look best under the sunlight," he says with ease. It's true. Prometheus enjoyed seeing how the Sun hit Agathis. How the sun reflected off the Dryad.

"Stew it is then. I will prepare the produce then," is said with a nod. He gives Agathis a gentle pat on his arm as he rises to his feet to collect the vegetables readying to be harvested.

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☀◌♡ Summertime starters ♡◌☀

Send a symbol for my muse... Send a symbol + 'reverse' for change roles

🍉 – slices watermelon and offers your muse a piece.

🌊 – dives into the ocean, splashing water everywhere.

🕶️ – lowers their sunglasses to watch your muse walk by.

🧺 – sets up a picnic blanket under the sun.

🍦 – accidentally drops their ice cream cone and sulks.

🐚 – collects seashells along the shore.

🎐 – listens to a wind chime on a breezy summer evening.

🌺 – places a flower behind your muse’s ear.

🌴 – naps in a hammock between two palm trees.

🍓 – feeds your muse fresh summer berries.

🌻 – stands in a field of sunflowers, waiting for someone.

🍧 – eats too many cold treats and gets brain freeze.

📸 – snaps pictures of your muse by the water.

🎇 – watches fireworks light up the summer night sky.

🏖️ – builds a sandcastle and invites your muse to help.

🌅 – wakes up early to catch the summer sunrise.

🏄 – falls off a surfboard and laughs at themself.

🌬️ – fans your muse with a folded magazine.

🍍 – makes fruity summer drinks and hands your muse one.

💦 – starts a playful water fight with your muse.

🌤️ – complains it’s too hot and hides in the shade.

🍒 – balances a cherry on their nose and dares your muse to try.

🧴 – helps your muse apply sunscreen.

🌈 – points at a rainbow after a summer storm.

🧃 – brings your muse lemonade and sits beside in the grass.

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❝ Stew, hm... ❞ Agathis kicks a leg over his knee, stroking thoughtfully at the stone patch of skin on his chin. ❝ We do have potatoes from June's harvest. And some of the carrots have matured early. ❞ Not to mention all the other green goods that are waiting ripe in their garden. In his mind, it's all coming together. He can almost smell the delicious vegetable broth from imagination alone. ❝ I believe we have the fine makings for a hearty stew. ❞

But stews are hot, aren't they? Agathis quirks a brow, leaning sideways to prop his cheek up against the couch's arm with his knuckles. ❝ You must not mind the heat. We might have that in common, then. The sun benefits me more than most, no matter how fierce it is. ❞

Prometheus does not hesitate to sit beside Agathis, sinking into the couch's cushion with a happy and relaxed sigh of his own. Agathis' lighthearted tease earns a chuckle from the tiefling.

"It would be the right thing to do to cook at home, mm?" Their first meal was shared in this new abode of theirs. It seemed like the right way to celebrate.

"Hmmm, should we go for something hearty? A stew of some sort, perhaps"

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Agathis chuckles, already fond of their comfortable, quaint abode. The look of reflection dressing his friend's features tells him it is mutual—the best outcome of all. ❝ And it is ours, ❞ the Dryad adds, giving the shoulder beneath his hold a reassuring squeeze. ❝ So now, you can remember. Our place won't be going anywhere. ❞ Agathis withdraws to step toward the couch. But he pauses to invite Prometheus to join him with merely a glance from crinkled, smiling eyes. Then, he sinks into the cushions with a happy sigh. ❝ Tell me, my fellow road-weary traveler. ❞ He teases lightheartedly. ❝ What shall we have to celebrate? ❞

❝ The vegetables in the garden are ready for another harvest. Any meal that speaks to your spirit, Prometheus? ❞

Feels like a home, Agathis has said. Prometheus is thinking of his own home, of the family he's left behind. His parents, his siblings. Each little item they placed had something to do with their home. A plant, a small toy book, flowers as paintings, each and every single one speaks volumes.

"Aye. It does feel like a home." He pats Agathis's hand with his own and smiles,

"I have been traveling for so long that I nearly forgot what being in a home felt like." And right here, he was reminded.

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❝ Finally! How I've missed this. ❞ He thumps the end of his staff into the ground and smiles, satisfied. ❝ I will not lose you again. ❞

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Agathis beams, pleased to have his roommate's approval. They share a laugh over Prometheus' observing words before he moves to the window to let in fresh air. And Agathis watches, inhaling deep the scent of summer as it filters through their apartment. When he breathes out, his chest becomes lighter. Happy. ❝ Please, it was a joint effort! ❞ He walks to join his companion by the window, clapping a praising hand over his shoulder to shake him lightly. ❝ Together, we've made a great team. Look at this place. ❞ Agathis follows his own instruction by letting his gaze travel over the paintings on the wall, the trinkets laid on tables and shelves, and the linen drapes—all of them beautiful signs that this space is lived in and loved. ❝ How comfortable... ❞

❝ It feels like a home. ❞

"Ah~." Prometheus's eyes widen in absolute agreement. He's stepped back to get a better view of the area. "Yes! It is perfect. It brings the living space to life." Realizing the words he's spoken, Prometheus chuckles and looks to Agathis.

"I agree. This plant is perfect for airflow."

The tiefling steps forward, cracking the window open just a bit to give the plant some fresh air.

"What would I have done without you, Agathis? I would have been completely lost."

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❝ Our neighbors have moved out. ❞

❝ My onions will, at last, know peace. ❞

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time has got the upper hand and i will write your name in sand even when the tide washes it away you said, "if i know one thing's for certain it's one day, life will close its curtain" and if that's the case, why don't we give 'em a best show?

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❝ Some greenery, of course. ❞ In walks Agathis with a leafy green encased in an orange clay pot. He sets it where Prometheus currently surveys their living room and happily announces the little plant's arrival with a wave of jazzy hands—ta-daaa! ❝ Perfect, yes? Does it not tie the room together? ❞

❝ Plus, it is hardworking! It'll clean our inside air— ❞ With a slight laugh, Agathis then points toward the garden painting on its left, tipping his head. ❝ While also matching the decor! ❞

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"Hmmm," Prometheus' clawed index finger taps at the bottom of his lips in thought. He then strokes his chin, tilts his head to the left, then to the right. "Something is missing. Otherwise, it'll be perfect." But what? He just can't place his finger!

Decoration wasn't his thing. It had always been Luna's expertise!

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❝ An apt name for a most fearsome warrior... ❞ And yet Agathis chuckles somewhat, low and gravely. The warrior in question is a wee little thing—only ankle high with ears like dinner plates. It's no wonder that the adorable hound had won the dryad's affection so easily. One would have to be a monster to think it anything but endearing. As he scratches Rage the chihuahua behind the ears, he looks to its master with fond amusement.

❝ You like animals? ❞

@redhorseman — starter.

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❝ Mm... My vines are growing out. ❞ The ones that act the part of his hair, he means. Agathis lightly fluffs his fingers through them, adjusting one of the few blossoms left blooming until it rests where he wants it.

❝ Summer is around the bend. ❞

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Agathis smiles and dips his head, both in thanks and to safely cross the threshold without catching his branches on it. He follows in Moondust's footsteps, though his stride is less the trot of their tiny companion. How cute, Agathis muses!

❝ Thank you. You have some firewood, I hope? ❞ When entering the common living space, he notes how silent it is. Agathis does a cursory glance of the place. ❝ And... housemates, no? I've brought plenty to feed them, too. ❞

Moondust happily leans into Agathis when he's close enough. He makes a happy noise and at the mention of sharing a meal with a friend, Moondust is already making HIS way back into the house rather excitedly.

Prometheus chuckles and opens the door wider and steps aside to give Agathis that space to enter. "I would be delighted to spend some time with you over a good meal, Agathis."

There was much to catch up on in such short time!

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what does your heart look like ?

a compass that doesn’t waver.

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

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❝ ... All the onions are missing from my garden. ❞ There's a trail of dirt leading from the clay planters to the patio next door... Agathis sighs.

❝ Next time, I will be more vigilant. ❞

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By the will of the Gods, the door is answered. Agathis had not known what to think when they became separated. He remembers the sight of Prometheus growing small along the shoreline as the raft broke away, disappearing against the swell of Undead that chased them. He was sure it would be the last he saw of a friend, one more among many already gone. But here he is, beholding him with the same relief, the same wonder that somehow, they are both still alive. And what a wonderful thing to be, even if Agathis did not always see it that way. The mercy of life is overdue for some celebration. ❝ I am glad to see you well. ❞

❝ That it would be at your home was... hopeful thinking, at best. Fate is funny as she is kind. ❞ Not forgetting little Moondust, Agathis slightly bends to also offer a greeting to the faithful familiar at the other's side. ❝ That goes for you, too, of course. It is good to see you. ❞ When he rises, it's to shrug the bag on his hip. An offering in trade of company. ❝ I brought some meat and vegetables to roast, if you would have me. I believe I speak for both of us when I say all I would really like after all this is to share a good meal. ❞

He wasn't expecting any visitors, and he didn't live with anyone else who could have called in a friend.

Hm.

Rising to his feet, his wings fold back against him, and he walks down the hallway. Moondust eagerly follows behind. His claws making soft tippytaps against the wooden floors.

When he's at the door, he picks up a familiar scent. It's enough for him to eagerly open the door with wide eyes.

"Agathis!" He was Okay!

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This disappointment, though only a modest ripple in their encounter, is easy for Agathis to recognize. Before he understood that no others like him remained, he wore it the same. And it is his intimacy with this feeling—its ungraceful transition into acceptance—that leaves his smile gentle and unchanged. He understands it deeply, the desire to see anyone as resembling oneself. ❝ I am. ❞ Agathis then examines himself with an air of humor, wondering if his looks make his druidic ties so easy to figure out. ❝ You must know us well if just one glance gave me away. ❞ He cannot say he knows his companion to the same extent. His gaze inspects him a little closer next, and his head leans with it as if that might puzzle it out better.

❝ You are... Stygean, yes? With your horns and tail? ❞

     silver eyes blinked in a rare show of curiosity as callum stepped a little to the side, body leaning to see the other better. he hadn’t seen many other tieflings ( and all of them were pink ) so seeing another like him always made him turn his head. but—not horns, the other said, and it made a spark of disappointment flicker through the warlock. not a tiefling, then, but maybe not as unfamiliar as he’d originally thought.

     ❝ Yes. Are you a druid? ❞ callum kept his tone soft, thinking of the flowers and branches that always wound through tulip’s horns. a deep inhale confirmed the curl of fae in the other’s scent, but there was something about him that still felt familiar to the warlock.

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This is the place… Or so Agathis assumes if the stranger he asked was right about this being Prometheus' home. What coincidence, too, that'd they be only a few doors down from each other. He knocks his knuckles three times in a tune, then waits. In his other arm rests a canvas bag filled with meat and vegetables—for roasting, as talks are best over a shared meal.

@hierichc — hi, so it turns out we didn't die. let's have dinner.