∆{Mutland}∆

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"Sweetheart, wake up." A gentle voice awakes me, warm fingers glide against my bare chest as they speak. I open my eyes, seeing Grayson looking down at me and every heartthrob he has hits me. He lands a kiss on my lips, caressing my cheek as he does. I smile as he moves away, but then the anxiety hits. After a week of preparation, I'll be going back to see Moa and hopefully my child. I'm kind of scared. Grayson crawls over me, getting out of bed and then slipping into his iconic black jeans and red tank top. He even adds gold jewelry, including his mother's choker and tiger eye gemstone necklace. A knock on the door echoes throughout the room before Gabe and Aaron poke their heads in the room.

"Are you guys getting ready?" Aaron asks, stepping into the room and wearing the clothes he received from Tahain. Gabe walks in as well, he has a brand new yellow sweatshirt and cuffed jeans on. He's been getting style advice from Grayson and it shows. I sit up, sighing. I nod at Aaron, heading to my side of the closet and pulling a loosely fitted, black sweater over my head. I grab a pair of rather short shorts and slip into them. My hair naturally falls into my face, having that the length is slowly returning...it's just less red than before.

"I see you're offering us a great view of yourself today, Arthur." Gabe gives a snarky tone. He snickers, walking closer to me and lands a hand on my waist. Grayson growls from the bed, pausing from putting on socks to glare. Grayson has officially claimed me as his boyfriend and he gets jealous when Gabe comes around me, even when we aren't being sexual.

"C-calm down, Gray-Nnh-" I attempt to speak, being halted by a hand sliding over my sensitive areas. Gabe and I have grown a habit of doing things we really shouldn't do, but it's fine since Grayson and I letting our relationship be open on certain term; we can do things as long as we approve of the the other person's second partner. Grayson is okay with Gabe, but he gets a little petty sometimes.

"'Kay, y'all, let's not  have sex when we need to be leaving soon." Aaron chimes in, pulling Gabe away from me. I hurriedly get the rest of my clothes on. Grayson grabs his possessed paper, already writing on it.

"So, how are you getting us there? You don't know her add-"

"I don't need it."

Grayson interrupts Aaron as he  tries to ask about Moa's address.

"What's her last name?" Grayson pauses his writing, waiting for an answer. The room silences.

"Alexis. Moa's last name is Alexis." I answer, sighing heavily. My chest is beginning to hurt just at the idea of seeing the girl. I haven't spoken to Moa in so long and I have no idea how her curse is doing. Oh god, what if she ran out of her potions? What if her brother got hurt? What if she ends up having a miscarriage?

"Arthur! Snap out of it! We're about to go!" Aaron smacks my cheeks, taking me out of a trance. I jump, nearly bursting into tears for some odd reason. Aaron chuckles. "You're so dumb, oh my god."

"Heh, yeah." I clench my teeth and close my eyes. The heat of the room then vanishes and my balance is thrown off before I open my eyes.

Brisk morning air creates goosebumps on my exposed legs. I look around, strangely finding some buildings that obviously belong to Mutland, which is where we have been the entire time while living with Grayson. I make eye contact with Aaron. He clearly is just as confused. I guess Moa moved back home.

"It's this house right here." Grayson walks up to the front door of a evergreen hut. He reaches for the handle but it throws open, revealing a child. Grayson turns to the rest of us with terrified eyes. "Arthur, I thought you said she was having a fucking baby, like, now! Not two years ago!"

"What?" I rush to the door, immediately seeing the child. He looks almost exactly like me but with bright green scyra eyes and pointed ears being identical to Grayson's. He has my freckles and the bright red hair I was born with. I look above the kid, finding Moa laying on the living room couch.

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