#please enjoy i love you

[shipwreck-letters]

Move With Me! (Monster Manor)

It's the end of a long work day, and the most recently renovated room is particularly empty for once. But it's no mistake--This room is meant for exercise! It's a perfect way to bond, break shells, and wind down after a day (or years) of built up energy.

Characters: Rainier, Casimir

Reblogs/Comments appreciated! 💌

I was so worried that this was gonna be mid, but that's because it was in my notes--The first draft. I revised it and changed the POV to second person, which made it flow SO much better!

I think this is my first Monster Manor fic in this perspective, so let me know what you think!

Thank you to my dear friend @taptrialmegamix for this wonderful idea! I hope you enjoy, and everyone else reading this too!

Finally, you could take a deep breath, and inhale fresh, clean air--No dust or debris to be seen. The walls rippled and new wallpaper smoothed out flush to the frames of the house, light and airy in color, a dark brown floor going still--No cracks or holes to fall through. 

It was the most recent room you had finished renovating, on your “day-off”. You just couldn’t help working on the last bit of repairs, and as light poured in from the expansive, open window, it was already turning out to be a high reward. 

Although, one thing was a little strange; Through other transformations, the House provided nothing short of new appliances, furniture and miscellaneous things to make the room feel comfortable. You walked the perimeter of the room, arms open at the vast space. Only a few potted plants reached towards the sunlight, coiled in their ceramic pots. 

“Am I missing something?” You asked aloud, glancing around at the floor, the closet and the door. “It’s…Too big to be a bedroom. A living room? But it’s still quite…Vacant.”

In reply, a rustling came from the double-door closet. It unfolded on its own, and brightly colored, rolled up mats tumbled out, a giant yoga ball rolling away in bliss. 

“...Oh!” It finally clicked as you stuck out a leg to catch the ball. “That makes so much sense! What a great idea!”

The House settled back, a satisfaction apparent in its creaks. 

Each mat was a different color and pattern; You chose your own favorite color, and gazed at the others. The fourth one, in particular. 

After meeting Casimir, Rainier only showed up a few days later. And it was a few weeks after you discovered a fourth seat at the dinner table. Strangely enough…No one had shown up, yet. 

“Four of us, won’t that be something? Will there be more after that?” You glanced up at the ceiling, but the House was quiet. 

“Huh…Guess it’s not the right time.” You shrugged, and started to pick up the strewn exercise materials. 

A shadow passed across the room, a shadow with particular horns. “Good afternoon, MC! Woah!"

Rainier peeked around the doorframe, and his eyes lit up. "It's so much nicer here! I can unfold my wings! I could even transform if I needed to!"

“Do you exercise in your bigger form?” You wondered, pausing. Rainier shook his head. 

“That would make it trickier. But I do like exercising! Is that what this room is for?”

“Seems so!” You considered it, and then dropped two mats. What fun is it if you don’t try out some exercises at least once?

“Care to join me?”

The faint ache in your shoulders seemed to say otherwise, but Rainier nodded eagerly, setting his belongings in a cubby before joining you in the middle of the floor. 

“So…What are we doing?”

"Good question. Maybe we shouldn't overdo it, but...Have you ever heard of Yoga?"

"Yoga...Nope. What is that? It sounds like...Yogurt."

"It's a series of stretches, they help you in balance as well! Some of it can get pretty complex, but that's way too much for today."

"Balancing is essential for flying, I'm great at that! Can we try it now?"

You began to nod, but suddenly remembered that renovation clothes were made for moving--Moving furniture and repairing broken appliances. Trying to do yoga in your patched overalls and worn shirt would be very uncomfortable in a tree pose. 

So you would need to change, and Rainier might find something suitable for aerobics, too. “Let’s change, and meet back here. Ten-ish minutes sound good enough?”

“Sure, MC!” Rainier said, and his shoulders lifted as a light bulb went off. “What if Casimir joins us, too? We can both learn from you!”

It definitely wasn’t a bad idea, and you couldn’t argue against it. “I’d love that.” You grinned, and winced slightly as you rose to your knees, then feet, and you parted ways with the dragon. 

In your own room, the House was already prepared, with new clothes for the occasion, warm from the laundry room with a smell of fresh linen and lavender. They fit your shape, and it was nothing less than impressive to try a few lunges in, stretching your arms over your head. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all! 

The only thing to do was to unroll your mat, and wait for Rainier and Casimir to return. You couldn’t help but wonder if Casimir would show up in his noble attire…A small part of you was eager to see the both of them flex the muscles that one showed off quite often, and the other hardly mentioned. 

Voices and footsteps grew louder, and you perked up to listen better. 

“I still can’t move past this…It’s so…Fitting! There’s no sleeves, nor even breeches! ”

“Isn’t that part of it? Though, I guess you are kinda used to puffiness. Maybe you can ask MC if they make those kinds of things in their town!”

“It’s-” You could hear Casimir’s flustered state through the wall. “It’s not puffy, it’s just-! Ah, nevermind. I feel quite out of my element, is all.” 

The level of curiosity skyrocketed, waiting on bated breath for the door to open. Rainier popped his head in again, never failing to stay on the bright, unabashed side of things. “We’re ready!”

Rainier had no problem showing off his outfit, wearing a tanktop that definitely would not have made it onto Casimir’s chest- The shoulder straps were thin, and the color a dark blue, but it fit him as well as anything could, and hid no muscles of his abs or arms. 

You gave a small applause, smiling. “Looks great! Casimir?”

Blushing to his ears, Casimir’s arms were folded over his chest, taking glances at his bare legs. He was only wearing a regular fitness shirt and long shorts to his knees, but it was more natural skin showing than he probably ever wore in his life. 

You could still see the build of his upper arms, and the form of his chest, and you couldn’t help but grin; Although, for his sake, you gave him a warm smile, nodding approvingly. 

“I think you look very handsome, the both of you. It’ll help you breathe more comfortably, I promise. And if you still want something different, I have no doubt we can find something better for you. 

You glanced over him again, frowning slightly. “Are you comfortable, Casimir?”

He sighed quietly, slowly lowering his arms. “It’s…Just very different, is all. Yes, I’m fine.” He passed back a small smile, taking a deep breath to soothe his nerves.

“I promise we won’t go overboard today. I’m not exactly a yoga trainer myself…” You mumbled the last part. “But it’s not so bad! It goes kind of like this…”

It didn’t take long to roll everyone into the hang of the movement. Good stretching was the first step, and you explained each part, trying your best to remember a particular Trainer’s soothing voice as she repeated her poses in simplicity, effectiveness. 

The only hard part was trying not to smile at how determined Casimir was at following; How Rainier seemed already very skilled and flexible, and was just happy to put it to a different use. 

Your thoughts trailed off quickly--Maybe we should do this more often. Casimir looks really good in that shirt--No wonder he could pick you up so easily--What kind of exercises did Rainier do in his homeland? How does dragon-exercising work? Are there Olympics-

"MC." Rainier opened one eye and grinned. "You're leaning."

Your thoughts came to a careening halt, and you laughed airily, readjusting your arms. “I’m getting a little tired.” 

“Don’t worry, you both should take a break, anyway. I’m still good to keep going! Do you want to sit on my back as I do some push-ups? The extra weight is good for me.”

Rainier changed forms entirely, swooping low to do push-ups instead. His hair fell down from behind his neck,  long white strands among his golden eyes, sparkling as he met your gaze from below. “What do you say, MC?”

Your face--You couldn’t tell whether it was red from exercise, or from Rainier. You cleared your throat, giving a flustered smile. “You bet! You’ll have to teach me how to do proper push-ups next!”

Casimir had held up the pose as long as he could, a good few moments before slowly drooping, frowning as he struggled to stay in balance. “I think I’ll pass for now…”

You turned your eyes to Casimir, and reached out to gently squeeze his hands, bringing his arms back down to his sides with a laugh. "You can relax for now. You did great for the first day."

Like a mirror, Casimir’s face lit up in bright red, but he squeezed your hands back, before letting go to rub the back of his neck. You could still feel the tingle of contact like the ghost of warm stars. 

Pride was something you couldn’t hold back, looking at both of them fondly as you made yourself comfortable on Rainier’s back. 

“I hope this made you both feel better. Being able to move freely, I mean.” 

"It was a wonderful first class." Casimir returned the warm smile. "I look forward to many more with you both."

Rainier nodded in agreement, and even the House seemed to enjoy the space; Its frame was particularly silent, but a relief washed over you, a feeling that was more than just a passing thought, but a certainty. 

It was meant to be. Happiness shared, no hostility or lingering grief, but a peaceful space in a House that was, day by day, becoming more and more peaceful.

And whoever that fourth mat was built for, the empty room, the seat at the kitchen table, well--You could only wait eagerly for their arrival to the found family. 

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[erabu-san]

I enjoyed every second of this quest

[This art has platonic intention. Thank you for not tag ship!]

[tmgstudios]

btw anyone whos following the drake/kendrick thing but doesnt listen to rap music. this is a sign you should start listening to rap music. listen to some kendrick. you wont regret it i promise. listen to to pimp a butterfly. listen to good kid, m.A.A.d. city. listen to other rappers to, not just kendrick. if anyone wants recommendations feel free to message me/send an ask. rap music is awesome. this is your sign to get into it. rap is such a broad genre with so many incredible artists, there is something for you i promise.

[couchcouchcouchcouch]

HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES. HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES. HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES. HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES.

[hajihiko]

Nice night 🌘

[dekariosclan]

Imagine Gale as a talented and impressive young man, able to compose the Weave at will, skilled in a way that few can match, and favored by the Goddess of Magic herself. Imagine that because of these accomplishments, he’s caught the eye of a few up-and-coming magic adepts, and he falls in love with one of them—his first real love. Gale isn’t one to toss the ‘L’ word around lightly, so when he tells them he loves them, he means it; he gives himself over to them completely.

And in return, they love him for his potential. For his status. For the magic he can command. They love the wizard they see on the surface, but not the man underneath. They are attracted to his power, but not to him.

So of course the relationship fails, after the thrill of his magic wears off. But because Gale is a resilient young man and he’s caught the eye of so many, he soon falls in love with another.

And then it happens again. And again.

And each time Gale’s heart is ravaged, his ambition to become a better wizard grows, because he’s being shown time and time again that his magic ability is all that matters.

So much so that, by the time Mystra decides to elevate him from Favored to Chosen to Lover, he welcomes her with eager, desperate arms. Because if all his worth is in his magic, and that’s all he has to offer, and that’s all anyone wants from him, who better to love him than the Goddess of Magic herself?

Except…there’s a nagging voice in the back of his head that whispers she doesn’t really love him. There’s anxiety in his heart as time passes, and he reaches both the limit of what his talents can do and what Mystra will allow him to do. And most troubling of all: a growing panic that, just like his other lovers, she will soon grow tired of him and discard him if he can’t improve his magic any further.

He tries pouting, and pleading, and begging her to let him take more power, to let him be more for her, but she refuses. Smiles patronizingly. Tells him to be patient. But Gale can’t be patient when his power is tied so closely to his self-worth; he can’t be patient when doing so in the past has only ever lead to heartache.

So he does what he believes will be a Grand Romantic Gesture, one that will finally put him on equal footing with the woman he loves. Instead, it turns out to be a folly that dooms him and destroys his talents. And just as he’d always feared, Mystra tosses him aside the moment his magical gifts are gone—because what’s left of him holds no value for her.

————

Imagine Gale in his tower, alone, afraid, the ever-hungry orb in his chest, with only his tressym there to help him. No other friends to speak of. His colleagues forced to keep away for their own safety. His magical talents utterly stripped down, so that even when he does try and distract himself with illusions, he’s bitterly reminded of what he used to be capable of. Waking every morning wondering if it will be his last, ending every day full of loneliness and disappointment.

…and then he meets Tav.

At the lowest point in his life, at his most vulnerable, when he knows he’s going to be considered a burden, he meets this stranger and their group. So he does what he can to be useful—assigning himself to be camp cook, offering up his (now meager) magic skills, turning the charm up to 11—as he desperately hopes this will somehow work out. He’s pleasantly surprised when, after providing only minor details of his condition, Tav agrees to help him. He’s even more surprised when they actually follow through.

Imagine how Gale feels as Tav treats him kindly. As he grows to trust Tav, and then grows to like them. Imagine his surprise as he opens up and shows them more and more of himself, and they don’t turn him away.

But then his condition worsens. And he has to reveal everything: the foolish mistakes he’s made, and how dangerous he is as a result. He clings to Tav’s hand as he shows them his folly. He’s at their mercy now, and he knows this might be the last time he’ll ever feel the touch of another being, if they decide—and Gods, why wouldn’t they decide?—to cast him out.

…but they don’t. They don’t. Instead, they tell him to stay.

Imagine the relief Gale feels. The gratitude. And perhaps…just a hint of something more. Something that he dare not name, but that flares to life every time he thinks of how warm their hand was in his. Something that feels dangerously close to jealousy, when he’s had too much to drink and sees Tav smiling at another…

But he knows these are all foolish thoughts, because he has nothing to offer Tav. They are wonderful just as they are, but he…he is an empty shell of a man, a discarded husk of a wizard, and while they might tolerate him, he could never believe they might actually want him.

And besides, he still thinks of Mystra. He still longs for Mystra. She who cast him out, but to whom he still feels tethered. Sometimes he needs to cocoon himself in the weave, just to try and calm his fears and bring some joy back to his life, because magic is his life. And sometimes he just needs to see her face, even though that hurts as much as it heals.

One night he’s lost in thought, having conjured Mysta’s image after settling down at camp. Thinking that even if she hadn’t ‘loved’ him—certainly not in the way he’d loved her—she’d given him enough otherwise, hadn’t she? She’d amused him and been amused by him, they’d shared countless pleasures, why hadn’t he been satisfied with that?

Gale is so lost in thought he doesn’t realize Tav has come up behind him. Until they ask a question, startling him out of his trance. He’s a bit shaken, so he tries to turn the conversation from Mystra to the weave itself. And then a wonderful idea occurs to him, something that he’d been toying with already: what if they were to conjure the weave together?

He can show Tav how important magic is to him, let them experience what he does, perhaps even impress them a bit. But most importantly, share a moment with them. As friends would do…

He’s elated when Tav agrees. He leads them through the steps effortlessly, and they’re a surprisingly good student, following his instructions correctly (if a bit clumsily). He’s as excited as they are—perhaps even more so!—when they succeed in channeling the weave.

It’s such a pleasant, familiar feeling for him, like coming home to his tower in Waterdeep. Even as the weave connects him with Tav and makes them one, he’s easily able to hide his innermost thoughts, because he’s done it so many times before.

…but he’s forgotten that Tav has not.

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Imagine Gale knowing every romantic partner he ever had only wanted him because of how he could raise their status, or how he could amuse them, or how he could command magic for them. And, each time, he was happy to oblige them, even desperate to oblige them, because if that was the price of their love, then he was sure it would be worth it.

But it still all came to nothing.

Now imagine Gale connected in an intimate way with someone he likes very, very much—while being what he considers his lowest, most worthless, and most humbled self. As far from the powerful, impressive wizard he once was as he could ever be. And suddenly a vision enters his mind from the lovely creature standing next to him. Only, to his complete and utter shock, it isn’t one where he is providing them with a service, or wowing them with his magical ability, or granting them some kind of power from one of the spells he commands.

Instead, when he sees their desire laid bare before him, it’s a vision of kissing him. Of holding his hand. The two most basic forms of affection and physical connection. The two things that he would still be able to offer them even if every last ounce of his remaining magical abilities were stripped from him. The two things he could share with them even if he was no longer Gale of Waterdeep, and just plain old Gale Dekarios instead.

Imagine the embarrassment and trepidation he feels at first, because surely he is mistaken?…and then the elation when he realizes that he is not. So much elation that his concentration is broken, the weave dissipating as he forgets about channeling it, as he forgets about Mystra. Because all that matters to him now is the image before him—the most pleasant and welcome image he’s seen in a very, very long time.

Imagine how that would feel…and how besotted, enamored and completely devoted he’d be to Tav afterwards. To know that someone finally—finally—just wants him.

Just imagine.

[nil-elk]

Sometimes you just wanna kiss the girl. 💋💀🌹

[egophiliac]

still absolutely losing my mind over Lilia

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

sweet child, you didn't even stand a chance

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[frownyalfred]

“Why are you bullying Hal Jordan so much in this fic?” Because it’s funny. Because it’s funny and he’s not a real person.

[erabu-san]

I enjoyed every second of this quest This art has platonic intention, please don't tag ship

[bo-and-zig]

She's in the void now.

[kaladinkholins]

Very interesting to me that a certain subset of the BES fandom's favourite iterations of Mizu and Akemi are seemingly rooted in the facades they have projected towards the world, and are not accurate representations of their true selves.

And I see this is especially the case with Mizu, where fanon likes to paint her as this dominant, hyper-masculine, smirking Cool GuyTM who's going to give you her strap. And this idea of Mizu is often based on the image of her wearing her glasses, and optionally, with her cloak and big, wide-brimmed kasa.

And what's interesting about this, to me, is that fanon is seemingly falling for her deliberate disguise. Because the glasses (with the optional combination of cloak and hat) represent Mizu's suppression of her true self. She is playing a role.

Take this scene of Mizu in the brothel in Episode 4 for example. Here, not only is Mizu wearing her glasses to symbolise the mask she is wearing, but she is purposely acting like some suave and cocky gentleman, intimidating, calm, in control. Her voice is even deeper than usual, like what we hear in her first scene while facing off with Hachiman the Flesh-Trader in Episode 1.

This act that Mizu puts on is an embodiment of masculine showboating, which is highly effective against weak and insecure men like Hachi, but also against women like those who tried to seduce her at the Shindo House.

And that brings me to how Mizu's mask is actually a direct parallel to Akemi's mask in this very same scene.

Here, Akemi is also putting up an act, playing up her naivety and demure girlishness, using her high-pitched lilted voice, complimenting Mizu and trying to make small talk, all so she can seduce and lure Mizu in to drink the drugged cup of sake.

So what I find so interesting and funny about this scene, characters within it, and the subsequent fandom interpretations of both, is that everyone seems to literally be falling for the mask that Mizu and Akemi are putting up to conceal their identities, guard themselves from the world, and get what they want.

It's also a little frustrating because the fanon seems to twist what actually makes Mizu and Akemi's dynamic so interesting by flattening it completely. Because both here and throughout the story, Mizu and Akemi's entire relationship and treatment of each other is solely built off of masks, assumptions, and misconceptions.

Akemi believes Mizu is a selfish, cocky male samurai who destroyed her ex-fiance's career and life, and who abandoned her to let her get dragged away by her father's guards and forcibly married off to a man she didn't know. on the other hand, Mizu believes Akemi is bratty, naive princess who constantly needs saving and who can't make her own decisions.

These misconceptions are even evident in the framing of their first impressions of each other, both of which unfold in these slow-motion POV shots.

Mizu's first impression of Akemi is that of a beautiful, untouchable princess in a cage. Swirling string music in the background.

Akemi's first impression of Mizu is of a mysterious, stoic "demon" samurai who stole her fiance's scarf. Tense music and the sound of ocean waves in the background.

And then, going back to that scene of them together in Episode 4, both Mizu and Akemi continue to fool each other and hold these assumptions of each other, and they both feed into it, as both are purposely acting within the suppressive roles society binds them to in order to achieve their goals within the means they are allowed (Akemi playing the part of a subservient woman; Mizu playing the part of a dominant man).

But then, for once in both their lives, neither of their usual tactics work.

Akemi is trying to use flattery and seduction on Mizu, but Mizu sees right through it, knowing that Akemi is just trying to manipulate and harm her. Rather than give in to Akemi's tactics, Mizu plays with Akemi's emotions by alluding to Taigen's death, before pinning her down, and then when she starts crying, Mizu just rolls her eyes and tells her to shut up.

On the opposite end, when Mizu tries to use brute force and intimidation, Akemi also sees right through it, not falling for it, and instead says this:

"Under your mask, you're not the killer you pretend to be."

Nonetheless, despite the fact that they see a little bit through each other's masks, they both still hold their presumptions of each other until the very end of the season, with Akemi seeing Mizu as an obnoxious samurai swooping in to save the day, and Mizu seeing Akemi as a damsel in distress.

And what I find a bit irksome is that the fandom also resorts to flattening them to these tropes as well.

Because Mizu is not some cool, smooth-talking samurai with a big dick sword as Akemi (and the fandom) might believe. All of that is the facade she puts up and nothing more. In reality, Mizu is an angry, confused and lonely child, and a masterful artist, who is struggling against her own self-hatred. Master Eiji, her father figure who knows her best, knows this.

And Akemi, on the other hand, is not some girly, sweet, vain and spoiled princess as Mizu might believe. Instead she has never cared for frivolous things like fashion, love or looks, instead favouring poetry and strategy games instead, and has always only cared about her own independence. Seki, her father figure who knows her best, knows this.

But neither is she some authoritative dominatrix, though this is part of her new persona that she is trying to project to get what she wants. Because while Akemi is willful, outspoken, intelligent and authoritative, she can still be naive! She is still often unsure and needs to have her hand held through things, as she is still learning and growing into her full potential. Her new parental/guardian figure, Madame Kaji, knows this as well.

So with all that being said, now that we know that Mizu and Akemi are essentially wearing masks and putting up fronts throughout the show, what would a representation of Mizu's and Akemi's true selves actually look like? Easy. It's in their hair.

This shot on the left is the only time we see Mizu with her hair completely down. In this scene, she's being berated by Mama, and her guard is completely down, she has no weapon, and is no longer wearing any mask, as this is after she showed Mikio "all of herself" and tried to take off the mask of a subservient housewife. Thus, here, she is sad, vulnerable, and feeling small (emphasised further by the framing of the scene). This is a perfect encapsulation of what Mizu is on the inside, underneath all the layers of revenge-obsession and the walls she's put around herself.

In contrast, the only time we Akemi with her hair fully down, she is completely alone in the bath, and this scene takes place after being scorned by her father and left weeping at his feet. But despite all that, Akemi is headstrong, determined, taking the reigns of her life as she makes the choice to run away, but even that choice is reflective of her youthful naivety. She even gets scolded by Seki shortly after this in the next scene, because though she wants to be independent, she still hasn't completely learned to be. Not yet. Regardless, her decisiveness and moment of self-empowerment is emphasised by the framing of the scene, where her face takes up the majority of the shot, and she stares seriously into the middle distance.

To conclude, I wish popular fanon would stop mischaracterising these two, and flattening them into tropes and stereotypes (ie. masculine badass swordsman Mizu and feminine alluring queen but also girly swooning damsel Akemi), all of which just seems... reductive. It also irks me when Akemi is merely upheld as a love interest and romantic device for Mizu and nothing more, when she is literally Mizu's narrative foil (takes far more narrative precedence over romantic interest) and the deuteragonist of this show. She is her own person. That is literally the theme of her entire character and arc.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

OMG SAW UR ASKS WERE OPEN AND I RAN SO FAST HFJDJSBS

Anyways ok so imagine *trips over my own feet* imagine uhm baking cookies *stumbling* baking cookies with Lilia:3

No pressure ofc! I hope u will enjoy writing this if u do! And make sure to drink after and take care of urself!

Flour Belongs In The Cookies; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, fluff, some pining

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Cloudy, you do know how bad his cooking is, right? Besides that, I hope you enjoy what I did with this little prompt!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You knew full well going into this that Lilia … wasn’t the best person to leave around food. Well, you didn’t know to the full extent how ‘bad’, ‘revolting’, and ‘utterly cursed’ he was according to his dormmates (and adoptive family? Still trying to wrap your head around that one, to be honest). 

Yet, as you were both adding ingredients to the batch of cookies you were making, he had done nothing to tamper with the recipe or mess up by accident. Perhaps Silver, Sebek and Malleus were just overexaggerating it? Lilia has been completely fine, a great helper even! 

“So,” you cleared your throat, breaking the quiet (which was both comfortable yet awkward). “Why did you want to bake cookies with me? Not that I mind, just curious is all.”

Lilia looked up from the wet and dry ingredients he was combining and offered you a cheeky smile with a wink. “Hmm, do I need a reason to do so,” he breathed with a silent chuckle, sneaking some of the raw dough into his mouth.

You tutted, taking the bowl away from him. “I don’t need you getting sick from eating that now–”

But your attempt at lecturing was silenced by a small puff of flour being slapped gently on your cheek; a white handprint now on it. “RUDE!”

Lilia was having a good old laugh, from either getting flour on you, the shocked expression on your face, or a combination of the two (knowing him, it was bound to be the last one). He was actually getting pink in the face because of it; was he even taking breaks from laughing to breathe???

“Ah, lighten up! Plus,” he paused and covered your hand in flour and gently slapped it on his cheek, “there, we match now.” 

His magenta eyes were twinkling with mischief and you found yourself gently shaking your head and chuckling. Sighing, you picked up some flour with your hands and made it look like you were just going to cover the countertop with it, but you swerved, and slapped it into Lilia’s hair.

Lilia coughed, and rubbed at his eyes, trying to get the flour out of his eyes, but once he opened them again, you were gone. So we’re playing games now? But he just wheezed in delight and gave chase, a cup full of flour on hand so he could repay the favour. After all, since you both had matching handprints on your cheeks, you deserved to be bestowed some flour on your head.

“And here you were saying it was rude of me for that first move,” he called out into the dorm. They couldn’t have gotten far now.

He heard the curtains ruffle, and he floated over, not making a sound.

Peaking oh so carefully behind the curtains, he spotted you, silently giggling to yourself. And that’s when he made his move.

“Found you!~” And he sprinkled the flour over your head; much more gently than you did to him.

You groaned, knowing it would take a bit to get the flour out from everything… but the way Lilia floated overhead made it look like he was sprinkling snow… was he always this pretty? Even with him covered in flour, you still felt your heart flutter.

You mentally slapped your cheeks though, and got yourself up. 

“Guess you did… but that was fun,” you chuckled, dusting yourself off to the best of your ability.

The moment though was ruined by your smoke alarm going off; it was a wonder that those even worked, but hey, at least they worked.

Rushing to the kitchen, you opened up the oven to have a mass of black smoke smelling of burnt food of some sort enveloping the both of you.

“What happened?!” You coughed out, trying to open up the windows and doors to let out the smoke.

Lilia grimaced, “Ah… perhaps I set the oven too high.”

And even though you had fun making the now coal-like cookies, perhaps store-bought would have been better…

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