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"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending."
Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl
Though he wasn’t a dryad, even he could tell that the plants were worried as hell about her. They still looked healthy and all, but he hadn’t seen any new buds or leaves or anything on them in a while, and most of them seemed to follow her as she moved about their home. Hell, even Mr. Prickles was going easy on him, a sign he thought he would never see shy of an apocalypse. He went ahead and called the cab company to send a car around in ten minutes, and instructed them to wait if they were not out quite by then. More than likely it would rack up quite a fee, but he frankly couldn’t give a damn about such a paltry matter as money. ”I’m sure they will, my love…” he had been planning on adding “or else” to the end of that statement, but Ceres wasn’t always a fan of his more violent side, and with her in such a condition it seemed utterly cruel to displease her. But in his mind he knew that if the doctor just brushed them off or told them to just endure it, there would be a fatality in that hospital. She seemed to be ok with dressing herself, so he went ahead and got changed into something more period (and universe) appropriate. Ceres had employed her vast knowledge of this world to help him find clothes that would actually help him fit in with this world. Probably one of his favorites were jeans: they were tougher than pants typically were, though not as tough as say leather armor, but they were also more flexible than armor, so he could probably sneak well in them and have some resistance to incoming damage. Along with it he wore a deep red button up shirt, and footwear called “sneakers” even though they really did not help with sneaking at all. He was just about to pull on the button up shirt when he saw her dart off towards the bathroom. Quickly following, he was able to keep her hair out of her face. It wasn’t much help, but he knew how annoying it is when you are sick and your hair keeps falling everywhere you do not want it to go. Once her breathing had steadied out, he would help her up when she was ready, deviate only for a second to grab his shirt, then help her out to the awaiting cab. Hopefully it would be a short drive.
"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"
Relationship: Engaged
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2020 12:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2020 12:33 am
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2021 5:51 am
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 The past months it had been interesting to say the least. His household had expanded with Erik and Kro for one and Ayluin loved every moment of it. He enjoyed the company and he loved spending time with Erik most of all. Since it also meant more mouths to feed, the moonelf has taken to accepting a bit more assignments for gardens and he has even used his Charmblr account to advertise his business now and then or, if allowed by the owners of the garden, even to share images of the before and after. A few have allowed and his account now showed regular updates. Today though would be a little different though it started the same. Ayluin was making breakfast for the household and made sure to make a generous lunchbox for Erik in case they had to work today. But even if they didn’t it might come in handy as he wasn’t sure if he would be home for lunch this time. A long time had passed since he last heard from his first friend in Soleil: Drizz. The young man was starting to worry about them a lot. Since he wasn’t sure how else to see how he and his, wife was it?, were doing, the elf decided to go to Ceres’ house. He knew where it was so that was not a problem, he just hoped he wouldn’t come at the wrong time. Usually he wouldn’t even go without an invite, but he really wanted to find out what was going on with his friend. They had told him before they weren’t ‘as young as they used to be’ so who knew what was going on. "I’ve made lunch for you and Kro, Erik. It’s in the fridge. I wasn’t sure if you had to work today but I might not be back for lunch yet. There is a friend I want to check up on. It’s been a long time since I heard anything from them. But if you want to eat, all you have to do is grab it and perhaps even warm it up a bit if you wish. I’ll be back later today." Ayluin had told Erik and Kro once they ate breakfast and he got dressed ready to set out of the door. He had just finished his last assignment for a garden the day before, so he had a day off. Though he would love nothing more than to spend it with Erik, his concern about Drizz was too great. Not long after that he set out with a small backpack on his shoulders with food as well just in case. He didn’t think something like that would be up, but it held a lot of goodies he baked recently and he wished to share it with Drizz and Ceres in case they might like to eat some as well. Any thoughts about a pet had been forgotten these days, it just didn’t seem important right now and he didn’t know what he wanted to get yet anyway. Ayluin made purposeful steps towards the very place he knew was the home of Drizz and Ceres. He had been there before and he had loved the place with all the plants naturally. But it had also been great to meet and get to know Ceres. Hopeful nothing terrible was going on rather than always thinking nothing could happen, after being set straight bad stuff did happen ever since Erik’s misfortune, the moonelf had mixed feelings about this. When he got to the house he raised his hand and after a slight hesitation he knocked on the door three times before waiting to hear if there would be an answer. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ [Playlist : Link]xxx[Profile: Link]
 [Where : Ceres and Drizz' house] xxx
[With : Ceres and Drizz?] xxx
[Thinking : I hope all is well] xxx
OOC: Words Words xxx
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2021 7:34 pm
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Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form:
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After that whole movie theater stabbing debacle, Ceres was once again in a state of constant defense and paranoia. From the ex-wife incident, it took the dryad a LONG time to even get back to her usual normal. The horror date only seemed to jumpstart her PTSD again. After Driz was discharged from the hospital, they sorta went back to the same routine of Ceres basically checking in on him at every little moment. She tried her best to calm herself and not smother him, but it was easier said than done. Every little thing Driz did, Ceres was like his little shadow. She peeked around every corner just to make sure that her eyes had their sights on him. It was probably... creepy and obsessive, but it was the only thing that kept her relatively calm. She acted as his nurse and maid even though she was pretty pregnant with their first kid. As much as he could say to her that he was fine, Ceres' brain refused to even acknowledge that to her own fault. Why couldn't she heal him at the theater? Was she useless now? Taking a glance at her own hands, a surge of guilt rushed over her as her eyes welled up with tears. If she wasn't such a useless oaf, maybe they could have avoided the hospital that her beloved so so so much despised.
Only the sound of a sudden knock at the door drove her out of guilty thoughts. Immediately, as if on cue, a few of her ivy plants wrapped their vines around Driz gently in a defensive cocoon. A bit much... but she felt like it needed to be done. "Who's there?" Ceres called out as she took a quick peek through the window. It was Ayluin! A sigh of relief escaped her lips with an audible sound as she lowered her defenses, ie: her plants with mean faces drawn on their pots. Rushing over to the door, the pregnant dryad quickly ushered their elven friend inside before shutting and locking the door right after them. From there, the over vine bearing plants gave Ayluin a quick TSA-like pat down. Nothing that she fully controlled, but on the plants' own volition. Seeing as he was safe, they sunk their vines back into their pots and sat calmly for the time being. "It's nice to see you again, Ayu... Uh... sorry for the weird greeting."
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☆ mood: On Guardxxx☆ company: Driz and Ayluinxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2021 2:34 pm
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 `✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´☠`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´A Secret Missive ☥ I Am A Drow ☥ My Voice ☥ Home Base: 1110 Etoile District ☥ My Occupation: Potions Cashier◑≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎◐
To say his sleep schedule was screwed up would be quite the understatement, with all of the rest he had been getting during the past two plus weeks, he was starting to list towards insomnia. At first it had been quite necessary: the doctors could only siphon so much out of his “grandson” (he had no reason to believe Malstra would lie to him about that, and he was certainly old enough to have a fully-grown grandson, but he had never heard anything about any of his children wedding much less one of them having a child. Perhaps he had done a little too well keeping out of politics) without putting him in danger. Fortunately it was enough to stabilize and save him. They had kept him in that noxious chamber of death for a few days, supposedly to make sure there were no adverse effects, but more likely they were watching for results from their dastardly experiments. Well unfortunately for them, he turned out just fine and with no other excuses they had to let him go. Of course he wasn’t one hundred percent cured when he got home, in fact he was weak and couldn’t seem to stay awake for more than an hour or two at a time, but Ceres had been such a dutiful nurse and guardian that even his old body made leaps and bounds towards recovery. But after so much time of drifting off throughout the day, nighttime versus daytime made little difference to him anymore. At current time, he hardly felt the symptoms of anemia, and the wound was mostly healed though it was still kept under bandages and he had to be gentle with it.
He was only a few steps into his modified morning routine when he heard a knock at the door. Instantly a couple of vines picked him up and wrapped themselves around him in a clearly defensive maneuver. Even with the pointy ear advantage, he couldn’t hear well through the foliage, and so he merely waited until something was either loud enough for him to hear and figure out what was going on or the vines let him go. After a few moments they gently placed him back down, yet he did not sense Ceres nearby. Ever since the…accident, she had been on top of him like wisteria on a trellis. She had kept him on strict bedrest for almost a week longer than it was needed, and even now when he had free roam of the house, she checked around corners before he could enter a room, and even if he couldn’t always see her, he could feel her presence nearby at all hours. Perhaps if he had grown up in a normal, loving environment, and he didn’t feel so guilt-ridden about the whole affair, this would feel oppressive. But this tenderness, this desire to make sure he was safe and comfortable and feeling better was still such a unique phenomena for him. Back in the Underdark he would have been berated for letting his defenses down, maybe given a healing potion or spell so that he could stand on his own (or maybe just left to die), and then sent back out to prove he was still worth keeping. So even if he was constantly watched and felt a bit stir-crazy, the love he could feel from her made it sort of pleasant. It would actually have been nice if he hadn’t felt so guilty about it. He had been weak and stupid, so punishment was logical, but the whole situation was punishing Ceres more than it was him. It probably wouldn’t be long before she was due, yet she worked herself to the bone Driz-proofing everything and taking care of him. Plus all of that stress likely wasn’t good for her or their child. No matter how hard he tried to convince her everything was alright, she still never seemed inclined to fully believe him. Maybe he just needed to alter his approach.
He could hear her speaking downstairs, but could not quite make out the words. ”I doubt she would let anyone in. Maybe a package was dropped off and she’s speaking to herself or one of the plants?” It had to be something like that. He could have descended the stairs in his bed clothes, Ceres saw him in them enough, it felt like much too lazy of a choice. If he was going to subtly show her she didn’t need to worry about him, he should make an effort to at least pretend he was going to get things done. The ivy refused to let him grab a shirt for some reason that he would likely never know, but they did let him grab a pair of black breeches. He thought he looked dumb without a shirt, but others might note the bandages gave him a rugged look, and they certainly didn’t completely cover up his still well-defined abs or his toned arm. Yep, hot grizzled warrior was a look he could still achieve. Descending the stairs, his innate elven grace and drow stealth kept him from making a single sound even though he was not attempting to be silent. He probably could have been halfway into the living room without anyone the wiser if he hadn’t called out to Ceres halfway down the steps, ”Who was that, my little rosebud?” His words had barely exited his mouth when he saw Ayluin standing in the house. ”Oh s**t, it’s been ages since we have seen each other, he’s probably so confused.” Then the realization that he had done nothing to hide away his injury hit, and he sincerely wished he had argued with the ivy and grabbed out a shirt. Could it get anymore embarrassing for him?
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2021 8:00 am
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Ayluin waited patiently at the door. He was still nervous, but he knew better than to try and just walk into another’s house. Besides, it might be locked. People did seem to do that here with their houses. The moonelf wondered momentarily if perhaps he should too, just in case whoever would come after Erik again. He was drawn from those thoughts when he heard a voice from the other side of the door. That was odd. It was definitely different from last time. But it would seem they had somehow seen it was him, since not long after that he could hear the door open. The moonelf opened his mouth to greet Ceres when he saw her, but before he could utter a word he was quickly made to enter. When he stood in the hallway the sound of the door locking reached him. "What is going..." he started but suddenly he felt tapping on him as if something was searched. Cut off in the middle of the sentence the moonelf curiously looked around and noticed it was the plants that were patting him in a way he had seen in some movie at some time or another. The young man blinked a bit in surprise, utter confusion shadowing his features at all this. ’What on earth…?’ he thought to himself before turning to his dryad friend. "Is...everything alright?" he asked hesitantly, perhaps some worry that had already been building in him lacing his words as he wondered. When this action happened in that movie it had definitely not been a good thing. Then it dawned to Ayluin that it was kind of odd he didn’t see Drizz yet. Were they out, or? Ayluin was about to ask about his friend when he suddenly heard their familiar voice coming from the direction of the stairs. Ayluin sighed in relief at hearing they were here and seemingly alright. The moonelf definitely wasn’t the same as he had been ever since the alley events. Though he couldn’t imagine someone would want to attack Drizz, but then, didn’t he think the same about Erik? When he turned to look at the drow he noticed they were half dressed, but most of all he noticed the bandages and was it his imagination or did they look even waryer than they had last time they met? His worry came back full force when he saw his friend and he looked from him to Ceres and back. "What is going on here?" he asked, his voice unable to hide the confusion and the slight fear from his voice. Though it felt like that was the question of the month. As secure as he had once felt in his ignorance to the cruelty of the world outside the palace, it had all been slowly falling apart these weeks. Erik shot and nearly bleeding to death, the mystery around the museum and the happenings with monsters, now Drizz seemed to not have been spared either and they were a strong warrior to his knowledge! Wasn't anyone safe?! ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ [Playlist : Link]xxx[Profile: Link]
[Where : Ceres and Drizz’ house] xxx
[With : Drizz, Ceres] xxx
[Thinking : What went wrong?] xxx
OOC: Words Words xxx
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2021 4:24 pm
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2021 1:07 pm
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It was amazing how well Ceres managed to downplay the whole event, especially since it had bothered her for weeks now. Still, “hurt by some menacing movie theater stabber” did suggest a bit of trouble, and he perfectly well understood why Ayluin was still fearful and worried. ”It is nothing to worry about, the assailant and I have been in disagreement before, and the wound was not too bad. If I hadn’t insisted on staying to watch the whole movie, it would have taken just a few stitches and I would have been good as new. Still, even with my stubbornness it just took some stitches and a few days rest, truly a minor hindrance.” He was walking perfectly fine and there was no pain in his voice, so perhaps it would be quite believable that it really had been only a minor inconvenience. Of course the fact that Ceres then bustled over to check on the wrappings probably made his comment seem less true, but perhaps Ayluin already knew how protective she was of those she cared for. That and her mothering instincts were coming in at full force. She didn’t stay nearby for long, a moment later she was off to the kitchen to make tea for everyone after inviting them all to get comfortable. ”I’d be a hell of a lot more comfortable if she would take it easy every now and again.” But it wasn’t his place to say that aloud, especially when they had a guest over, as it was his fault she couldn’t get a moment’s rest. If he had just either kept to this world’s rules and alertness or played by his old world’s rules and alertness things would have been fine, but no, he just had to subject pests to drow law while also taking it easy. Well, he definitely knew better than that now. Driz would let Ay choose whatever perch he wished, but he made sure to take the couch and leave a spot open on his armed side (as in the side that still had an arm) so that Ceres might alight beside him and he could maybe keep her still by wrapping an arm around her. Maybe. ”Are you still looking into that mystical plant on the island, Ay? Ceres and I actually saw it up close this summer.” Wow, it really had been ages since they had seen each other. Here it was nearing winter (so he had been told, for seasons were a foreign notion to him) and they still had things from the summer to catch up on. ”It was difficult to reach, but the reward was certainly worth it,” he said with a gentle smile as he recalled the beautiful future it had shown them, a future that was already rapidly coming true. Once Ceres returned he would of course announce they had a child on the way, though it was absolutely obvious. Still, last they had met she hadn’t even conceived yet.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2021 6:14 am
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Ayluin was about to take Ceres’ word for it when they said everything was alright. Only then his friend appeared on the stairs and his appearance would suggest completely the opposite. Naturally Ayluin was shocked to see it and got worried all over again as he brought his hand up to his chest. This was not alright, just as Erik had not been alright, what was wrong with this country?! Though the moonelf kind of suspected that Ceres just didn’t want to alarm him. He watched as Ceres went to check the bandages and disappeared in the kitchen. Not for long however as his attention soon switched back to his friend Driz as they explained what happened just earlier. The young man could hardly believe his ears with how they called it. "A...disagreement?" he repeated with a small voice as his eyes glanced over the other’s bandages. If that was the definition of a disagreement here in Soleil, well then he better watch his step whenever he disagreed with anyone! At least the wound wasn't as bad as it seemed. Or, at least, according to Driz. They did seem to walk alright and not to be in pain. But it had been a long time since they last met. Erik’s rehabilitation had taken a while too. He could have taken a long time to recover already. Still Ayluin didn’t press the matter, his friends seemed eager to drop the subject. Instead the moonelf followed the drow into the livingroom and already anticipating that the two would want to sit together he took a sit in the nearby chair. His suspicion that his friend was eager to drop the subject was made even clearer when they asked him about his research. The moonelf shook his head. "I’ve been kind of busy. Not just with the garden business, but also at home and studying." he answered before he went on to explain as short as he could. There was a lot to speak about with the months passed but he wouldn’t want to make it long winded. He wasn’t sure if either of them had Charmblr, but maybe they had seen his pictures pass by, even though it had taken him a while to get familiar with what was called a camera. ”A...friend of mine moved in with me recently. He got hurt a while back and I took care of him. After those weeks it kind of flowed into him coming to live with me, so I have a house mate you could say." he said without going into detail of that horrible night and while thinking about Erik, he couldn’t help but blush a bit. "I’ve been busy taking care of him and picking up my studies of healing magic and illusions. My hobby of helping people with their gardens has turned into a small business too, so I haven’t had much time to also look into the plant. How was it and what does it do? And how have you both been, other than...well." he asked curiously after hearing Driz and Ceres actually saw it up close and likely they had experienced it’s boasted mystical powers. He also inquired about their general health, hoping they were doing well all things considered. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ [Playlist : Link]xxx[Profile: Link]
[Where : Ceres and Driz’ home] xxx
[With : Driz and Ceres] xxx
[Thinking : Things] xxx
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2021 12:29 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2021 4:03 pm
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It was Christmas time! Well... almost. They were only a few days away and Ceres wanted to make things special, especially since it would be Driz's first time! There were already plenty of gifts - handmade and bought - that she kept hidden in a very secret hiding spot until the 25th finally came around. For now, the dryad spent most of her morning decorating the entire house. Tinsel, colorful little lights, the whole nine yards! Most of plants in the house had decorated pots, and even Mr. Pickles who Ceres made wear a teeny tiny little Santa hat. The little cactus wasn't thrilled in the slightest, but Ceres simply ignore his complaints. Since she had been zipping all around the house, Ceres finally took a break only to bake some store bought sugar cookies that had little christmas trees on them. She honestly would've bakes gingerbread cookies... but she wasn't really quite sure how to do so and was honestly a little out of sorts on how to go about it. That would have to be on her list of things for Saorise to teach her at some point! Until then, these cookies would suffice.
As the sweet treats were baking in the over, the cheerful little Dryad went over to find her husband-to-be, embracing him from behind. Her baby bump made it a little difficult, but she managed somehow. Even their little one made their presence known by giving a few good kicks. "Are you excited for Christmas?" She asked while playfully dangling a little thing of mistletoe in front of his face. A few kisses were snuck in promptly after as Christmas tradition!
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☆ mood: Cheerfulxxx☆ company: Drizxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2021 4:18 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2021 2:07 pm
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`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´☠`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´A Secret Missive ☥ I Am A Drow ☥ My Voice ☥ Home Base: 1110 Etoile District ☥ My Occupation: Potions Cashier◑≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎◐
Were people supposed to be nervous about Christmas Eve, or Christmas for that matter? Maybe because it was his first one ever, or, more likely, it was his first one with Ceres and he really wanted to make it special for her. Thus far all he knew about Christmas came from one movie and Ceres’s explanations, which had certainly helped but it wasn’t like experiencing the thing himself. He had awoken a little extra early this morning, mostly due to phantom pains panicking his brain but at least it made the very real arthritis not sting so much comparatively, and decided he may as well get started on prepping for the day. It was just cool enough he thought it prudent to throw on a pair of pants, in this case pajama pants that were actually his, but a shirt seemed a touch excessive as did shoes. Besides, it was easier for him to sneak about without shoes on, thus he would not wake her up. It was a bit too early for him to begin fixing breakfast for her, but he could tidy up the house, and, perhaps, pull the presents he had gotten her out of hiding and place them under the tree. One of them had to go up front for the note on the tag said for her to open it on Christmas Eve. When Christmas Eve didn’t matter, just so long as she got it before Christmas Day itself. It was a goofy little present, probably not even worth the money he had spent, but it was cute and he had a feeling she would like it. If she did, then it was all worth it.
With the faux tree dusted, the presents out, and the living room tidied, Driz decided it was finally time to start working on breakfast for the two of them, ie Ceres and their child. Maybe if there was extra he would get some, if not, there was always fruit lying around. Somehow he had been promoted to head chef even though most of his experience was, well, minimal, but his willingness to work the stove had been the deciding factor. At least there were a few recipes out there which were simple and Ceres had read them to him enough that he could remember. Yes, his reading skills were improving, but he was still slow and limited, and trying to sound out words while cooking seemed like an accident waiting to happen. Today he would be making pancakes from a mix and microwaving bacon, a real breakfast of champions to be sure. He ended up having to hold the mixing bowl between his knees while he stirred, but he had gotten used to awkward workarounds. Ladling them out proved difficult as well, but he knew his wife…uh…fiancée would be forgiving of pancakes which ranged in size from taking up the whole damn pan to accidental splatters. ”Maybe I’ll tell her I made the tiny ones for the baby…” It was a lame excuse, but did it really matter? He piled everything on the plate, grabbed a glass of orange juice for her, then tiptoed upstairs to see if she was awake or close to it.
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Comrades: Ceres and the little one ☥ My Status: Engaged to Ceres Calisto ☥ Demeanor: Nervous/Optimistic ☥ Pain: ⚕︎ ☥ Obviously Obsessed with Ceres: `✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´☠`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´ |
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