╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
📖A mythic slow-burn, spiralin...
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When you reached the inn, the door creaked open under your hand, spilling a wash of warm, familiar noise into the street—laughter, chairs scraping, the low clink of mugs.
You slipped inside, the heavy wood thunking shut behind you.
Lady lifted her head immediately from where she was sprawled near the hearth, her ears perking. Eben popped up from behind the front counter, nearly tripping over a stool in his eagerness.
"You're back!" he beamed. "Did you find anything cool? Did you see any monsters? Did you—"
You held up a hand, laughing under your breath. "One thing at a time," you said, setting the basket carefully on the nearest table.
Eben rushed over, already peeking inside, his eyes going wide when he spotted the little carved boat.
"For me?" he gasped.
You nudged it toward him. "Try not to crash it into anything expensive."
He snatched it up with both hands like it was the finest treasure he'd ever seen, spinning on his heel to show Lady, who thumped her tail once in approval.
You watched him for a moment—this wiry, stubborn boy with salt in his hair and a future he hadn't even dreamed of yet—before turning back to unpack the rest of the basket.
You pulled out the bolts of cloth first—deep red, rich blue, sunset gold. Eben let out a breathy "Whoa," his hands twitching like he wanted to touch but knew better than to grab without asking.
"For Asta," you said, holding up the scarf, letting it catch the firelight. "She'll hate it, but secretly love it."
Eben leaned in so close he nearly bumped his nose against the fabric. "It's so bright! She's gonna look like a flag," he giggled, already imagining it.
You grinned, shaking your head, tugging out a few more things—a polished stone for Kieran, a silver ring wrapped in copper wire for Callias, a braided bracelet for Lysandra that jingled faintly when you shook it.
Eben ooh'd and aah'd at each one, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet like a puppy who couldn't decide which treat he wanted first.
You were just draping Asta's scarf across your arms to admire the way the threads shimmered when—
BANG!
The front door slammed open so hard it hit the wall with a crack.
You and Eben both jumped a full foot into the air.
