Feral Daydreams 🎀

Three of a Kind (🌸)

The afternoon sun poured through the large windows, casting warm golden rays over the small apartment where Erzsébet, Harper, and Ares had claimed their shared space as their own. The trio had spent the entire morning in a lazy blur-Ares and Erzsébet caught up on their favorite action movies while Harper baked a batch of rainbow cupcakes, humming along to an indie pop playlist.

Now, they sat sprawled across the cozy living room, their laughter and the quiet hum of a background track blending seamlessly with the familiar, comfortable rhythm of their relationship.

Ares kicked back in the armchair, his sharp blue eyes twinkling mischievously as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So," he began, his voice smooth and teasing, "who's up for a spontaneous adventure?"

Erzsébet, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the coffee table, raised an eyebrow. "What kind of adventure?"

Ares smirked, his eyes flicking toward Harper, who was perched on the couch with her legs tucked under her, a pile of colored frosting tubes scattered around her. "I was thinking... maybe a surprise trip. Nothing big, just a little weekend getaway. How about it, Harper?"

Harper's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Ooh! I'm in!" she chirped, her pastel pink hair bouncing as she nodded enthusiastically. "Where are we going? A theme park? An art museum? A... food truck festival?" Her face was a picture of excitement, and her fingers tapped eagerly on the armrest.

Erzsébet chuckled softly, glancing between Ares and Harper. She loved how quickly Harper's excitement could be sparked. "I'm up for anything as long as there's no spicy food involved," she added with a playful grin.

Ares laughed, leaning back in his chair with a confident stretch. "Don't worry, I'll keep it mild for you, princess," he teased, his voice laced with that familiar, charming smirk.

"Hey, I'm not the only one with picky taste!" Erzsébet shot back, sticking out her tongue before looking back at Harper. "But we could go to that vintage toy store you like, Harper. And maybe a nice café after."

"YES! A vintage toy store! And then... cupcake heaven afterward!" Harper squealed, her eyes sparkling with joy. She threw a cushion at Ares, playfully accusing him, "You always get us into trouble with your crazy ideas. But I love it."

Ares grinned, catching the cushion with ease and tossing it back to her. "What can I say? Trouble's my middle name," he said, winking dramatically.

Harper giggled, tossing herself into Ares' lap as she reached for another cupcake. She fed him one, her face alight with mischief. "You make everything fun, Ares. But don't forget, Erzsébet's the one who always makes sure we stay on track. She's our brains," Harper said, her voice full of affection as she grinned up at Erzsébet.

Erzsébet blushed, but her smile was warm, her heart swelling at the simple truth. "I'm just the organizer," she teased, leaning back against the couch with a content sigh. "Without you two, I'd never do anything spontaneous. But then again, I probably wouldn't survive without you keeping me grounded, Harper."

Ares raised an eyebrow at the two of them, his smirk softened by the fondness in his eyes. "It's like watching the perfect team at work," he mused. "And me? I'm the wildcard. I bring the chaos."

"That's right!" Harper chirped, nudging him playfully with her elbow. "We couldn't do it without you, Ares. Even if you're the one who gets us into those ridiculous last-minute road trips."

Erzsébet laughed softly, a sound that always had the power to make Ares' heart flutter. "You're not wrong. It was your idea to drive five hours to that concert last month without any real plans."