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Shadowheart ([personal profile] sacredpath) wrote2025-03-06 07:05 pm
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[personal profile] sacredpath 2025-03-07 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[absolutely none of us chose this. i'm imagining some of you were walking to a good location with shadowheart but we just opened the door and got yeeted here 2 minutes before curfew.]

Oh no.
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-07 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Inevitably, a memory is shared

Richie puts his face in his hand.]
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[personal profile] spiritbalm 2025-03-07 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ okay sure he accidentally tried not to think about broodmothers and started thinking about one

cw: giant spider, boobs. just so many boobs. please understand there are too many boobs. ]

Aauuugh!
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[personal profile] smokeandglasses 2025-03-07 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Memory time!]

Ali is dressed in something other than a suit for once in his life, as he has chosen a t-shirt and jeans for the laborious task of weeding the flower bed. He could use his fire if he did it in small, contained blasts right at the weeds, but the neighbors are around and he would rather they didn't start asking questions. So, by hand it is.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Ali pauses in his work to glance up to a young boy, maybe 5 or 6. This boy has white hair and light green eyes, and yet despite looking nothing alike Ali smiles warmly at the boy.

"Weeding the flowers. Your papa normally handles it, but he's not feeling well today so I'm doing it."

The boy looks a little confused as he says, "Isn't fire faster?"

"Well yes, it would be," Ali says, speaking a bit quieter now so only the boy hears, "But we're trying to act like humans, remember?"

This seems to make sense to the boy, so he smiles widely and says in return, "And humans don't have magic!"

"Exactly. Now, do you want to help me here? Or would you like to keep playing?"

"Can I have the little shovel?"

Ali smiles a little and picks up the trowel, which he hands over to the boy, who is making grabbyhands for it. "Just fill in any holes you dig, okay?"

"'kay!" And then the boy takes the trowel and runs off to the backyard without another word.

This does not bother Ali in the slightest, and he just returns to his weeding. After about ten minutes though, he starts to hear some strange dragging noises, followed by a soft thump. This happens four times, with a few minutes of quiet in between, before Ali finally gets up to investigate. "Chance?"

He has to walk around the side of the house and towards the backyard before he finds his answer: four tall sunflowers are standing up against the wooden fence, facing the house. The boy- Chance- is now in the act of dragging the fifth over. Ali still seems unbothered by this, and in fact he just chuckles lightly. Leave it to Concord's kid to do things the hard way instead of asking for help. "Are the sunflowers ready for picking?"

Chance sounds a little out of breath as he speaks. "Yeah! Gonna put them right here. " With that, he tips up the fifth sunflower and plops it against the fence like the rest. Then he stands up, looking to Ali excitedly. "And I did no magic!"

Ali smiles warmly. "You did a good job too. Now we can cut off the heads and take them inside then-"

"Not yet!" Chance points to the window on the second floor, the one that goes to Ali and Concord's bedroom. "Now Papa can see!"

Oh, how Ali's heart melts when he hears those words. What a thoughtful child. So young, and he's already thinking of others. Ali just scoops up Chance in a hug, praising Chance while he giggles. "You're the most thoughtful person I know, my little sunflower. How about we go make your papa some lunch?"

"'kay!"
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