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"Pikkuveli?"
"I know. They'll go to him if anything happens. I promise."
He remembers the conversation more often than he'd like to. He remembers her far clearer than he thinks he probably should given how much time has passed, but he also supposes it would be impossible to forget the other half of himself.
He still finds himself wishing that comfortable presence would settle at his right side again. He still finds himself distant, longingly looking for her missing half that had by chance and miracle formed distinctly next to his.
The last pieces of her take the shape of an earring and a necklace. And he knows what he needs to do with that earring, that bind, yet he hesitates to even disclose that he has it in his possession.
The right thing to do is the hard thing. The right thing to do is to give it to Pilvi, but the fact that it's one of two pieces left of her Mist makes it exceedingly difficult to part ways with.
Would she deliberate like this if it were him instead?
He ponders it as he finally puts the gem of blue and white back into its place on his ear. His eyes fall back to the necklace that he'd made for her, brilliant aqua hanging from a dark cord.
They did everything together for the longest time. They should both go to Pilvi together and surely that will make this process a bit easier. He tucks the necklace of aqua into the box where the earring of violet rests.
That looks much better.
The box snaps closed and slides back under his pillow. Cid enters before anyone else, likely to check on him for the thousandth time and ask once again if there's anything he can do.
Usually, Sielu always answers by shaking his head.
Not this time. He cuts straight to his point before the blond has time to even ask.
He'd been prepared for this possibility. He extends the paper he'd written on in the best Wonderlandian he could manage.
[ I am fine. Thank you. Could you get Kumo for me? Tell him it is important, before I make a coward of myself? ]
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ He had been on his way to check on his patient when he was met with straight answers. A note handed to him in messy handwriting and a request. A request for Kumo and he's sure somehow that it must be strange for them to call him as such, when he is coming to find quickly Kumo is not his name.
He was right this whole time when he heard Kaze call him Pilvi damn near a year ago. He was right this whole time but he didn't dare call him such a thing when Kumo hasn't given him permission to do so. He just needs to figure out when he's going to approach the subject.
There's a smile and a nod as indigo lifts to look at the Misterican of blue before him. He's finally working with him and he's finally speaking for himself - even if he still doesn't have the voice to do so.
"Oh, I don't know where he is exactly at the moment. Last I knew he was taking a bath, but I'll check to see if he's done for you."
The blond gives the - if this man was one of Kumo's teachers then he has to be older than him by quite a bit but he certainly doesn't look like he is - then again Kumo doesn't look very old either.... still he gives the older man a smile.
"I'll be back in a minute."
The engineer leaves to make his way towards the room that the swordsman has come to call his own and there a knock at the door before he cracks it open to see if he's sleeping perhaps. He seems to sleep so much nowadays and he still hasn't quite figured out why yet -
But he doesn't seem to be here? Perhaps he's still in the bath? He can always knock and just tell him to come when he's done. Sielu said it was important after all and he's not the one who needs to judge what a Misterican decides is important to another. So steps carry him down the halls but for some reason his stomach twists the further he goes.
Something suddenly just has his whole body feeling off and something in the air is tense and is that crying? The closer he gets the louder the sound becomes until he realizes it isn't crying it's Kumo crying. It has him taking off into a dead run until he finds himself in front of the door he was headed to anyway and he pushed the door open without invitation.
"Kumo I'm sorry to barge in you but are you o - "
Indigo fills with the sight of the half dressed man weeping into the arms of the smallest of the Amestrians but Kumo's back - Kumo's back was - what was all over Kumo's back? It looked like the scar -
"K- Kumo your back- What is - "
He can only stare in horror as his friend releases his hold on his other friend to push away from him and now he can see Kumo's chest as he comes to face him and it's ... the scars have spread out. His skin looks like ... like glass. Like he's shattering.
That's not possible.
People don't shatter.
Why does Kumo's skin look like glass? What is -
The shame that is plastered across the Misterican's face is hard to miss and it shatters his own heart upon seeing jade eyes look at him while filled with both so much shame and so much fear. Kumo looks terrified and suddenly the technician has forgotten all about the reason he came to get him in the first place.
"I'm sorry." The word sobs out as the swordsman just lets himself sink to set on the floor fully. "I'm sorry Cid. I was scared. I'll tell you everything. I love you. " He pauses to pull a breath between hurried words. "I love you. Please don't be mad. I love you so much. Please don't get mad at me. I was scared. I didn't want - to upset you but now I'm going to anyway. I'm sorry Cid. I swear I didn't mean any harm. I - "
"Kumo stop." The blond starts up again as he crosses the space between himself and his friend only to slowly come down to the floor and set in front of him. Gently does he take trembling hands into his own.
"I don't know what is going on, but we're going to get through this. We'll figure it out. You're not alone in this and I'm going to help you however I can, okay? But I need you to put your shirt on. Sielu is calling for you. He said it was important. We can talk later, alright? Will you come with me for him?"
There is a long intake of breath pulled up through a sniffling nose as a head of white nods. Bare hands wipe against his eyes in an attempt to clean himself up.
"Joo." He starts. "You can go and I'll be there in a minute. Just let me get dressed."
A soft smile first and the engineer moves to reach his arms forward for the first time in some time to wrap them around the weeping man in order to give him a quick embrace.
"I'll tell him you're on your way then."
And it doesn't take long to get back to the medical wing so that he can poke his head into the room where his patient waits. The blond is taking a seat for the moment giving him a smile.
"He was just getting out of the bath." He explains. "He said he'll be here once he's done getting dressed."
Reassurance and confirmation that he did the requested task and he wasn't just bullshitting the man but it makes him wonder how they will react to Kumo's back and chest. Do they know? Did he tell them? Knowing Kumo - probably not. He probably only told Kain.
There are footsteps a moment later as a body of white swings around the corner met with jade eyes still slightly pink from crying as pale lips stretch out into a false smile.
"You were calling for me, Opettaja?"
#ask || inquires of the technician#guest muse: cid#aquaticsoul#the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul#tw; death#tw; grieving#tw; injury#tw; illness#tw; depression#tw; panic#tw; long post
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⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Somehow, he got through his lesson with his Highness but it was more difficult to do so than he cared to admit. The night before sleep would not come even when he tried to coax it along. Mother's teas were not working and reading hadn't either. Soft music did nothing and focusing his breathing only did so much. He felt like - he felt like he was coming down with something...again.
This was the last thing he wanted and he can hear his mother's voice in the back of his head urging him to do something about it. 'You shouldn't just work through things, Triini. You'll work yourself to the fade.' she'd said and he couldn't say she wasn't right.
He'd work himself to the fade and he couldn't very well do that when he had a child to look after.
He's rounding the corner of the hall to Liekki's office so he can ask about this persistent pain in his chest and this lingering headache that refuses to go away when he sees it.
Sees them.
Scratch that, two children.
There he sets, alone with the physician of green - sleeve rolled up and a needle about to be put in his arm. He's fourteen. They've told him this a thousand times. He has. His fellow binds have...and the prince of White's own binds have said the same too.
Where the devil is Revon?
How does this even happen?
"Make one more move Liekki and I'll make you regret it."
His voice drops as cold as ice as he stands in the doorway shaking both from anger and fatigue. His own chest pain would have to wait. This was much more pressing.
"Ah, Sinfonia. You look absolutely dreadful. I can help you in a moment when I'm done with His Highness."
"Liekki, I am warning you. One more move and you'll regret it. I am not above getting physical with you."
"Broken nose, black eye and a major concussion. Am I remembering correctly? Because you faired so well the last time things got physical."
A roll of violet eyes as the musician growling, orange mist filtered from his breath as the sound echoes behind his mask.
"Pilvi come to me, right now."
It's an order but the boy doesn't move. Moreover can't move with the other man's hand on his wrist. So option B it was then. He doesn't care if Liekki was bigger than him or not, the man of silent orange is still shoving himself in the room and between the doctor and the boy. He wrenches the prince's wrist free and begins to pull.
He doesn't know where Revon is. Safiirin is out, she's busy with Usva at sword practice and it's mid day so the boy was likely on break. So he's dragging him down the hall until he begins to slow. He releases the prince's wrist only to raise his free hand up to support himself against the wall. Soon he's leaning into it.
His chest really hurts this time. Dammit all it really hurts. He can only hold himself up with the walls support before he's sliding down it entirely.
"Opettaja Sinfonia?" The cloud chimes in worry. "Are you okay? You look really pale."
"I'm fine, Pilvi. Go to Sielu and don't leave until Revon can find you."
"But you look awful. Are you sure you're alright?"
"I said, I'll be fine. I just need a minute and I'll be okay. Go to Sielu and -"
His eyes go wide for a moment as the world spins. His stomach sloshing as his hand raises to cover his heart.
This isn't good. He feels awful.
"You look like Opettaja Valo on a bad day."
"Go to Sie - "
The elder crashes into the ground without warning. Body slumping over to splay out on the ground in unconsciousness.
"Opettaja?" The boy chimes, hands moving to his shoulder to shake him. "Opettaja Sinfonia?" He's shaking him harder this time as more terror creeps into his voice.
"Opettaja?!" No reply. "Opettaja wake up!"
He's shaking him harder than he was before as he screams.
"HELP! Somebody! ANYBODY!!! REVON!!! SIELU!!! HELP!!! HELP, I NEED YOU!!!"
||| @aquaticsoul your puffball is in need of some assistance ...
#v; well kept secret#aquaticsoul#the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul#guest muse: opettaja sinfonia#guest muse: opettaja liekki#tw; illness#tw; fatigue#tw; fainting#tw; black out#tw; passing out#tw; long post#tw; all caps#tw; yelling
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( @aquaticsoul has come with a question) ->
"... Hei," he mumbles, dropping his purple sword dragon on the loft bed. "Can I... Can I fret over you a little? Please? Like I used to? If not, can I just stay a while?"
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "Fret over me?" he asks with a look of confusion crawling on to his features. He watches as a purple sword dragon plush is dropped into his loft nest as his elder settles down before him. "Of course you can, but what did you want to do? I feel fine, Opettaja so you don't need to worry. I promise I am well."
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"Pilvi?" he asks to the pitch black room. He keeps having the same nightmare. It seems this time will be no different.
"Have we- truly, have we-"
He can't even finish the sentence as he chokes on his words, his body meeting the floor with an audible crash. It knocks his breath out of him.
"Take anything," he sobs. "Anything. My Mist. My heart. My voice. Anything! Just don't let me fail you. Please, Pilvi. Whatever you need to fix it."
Typically, the dream ends here.
Not this time.
"Sydän borrowed your body for a while," he explains. "You can have mine if you need it, if yours needs to rest. Just take it. I don't mind. It's not the best but you can hav- have it. Or- or I can - I can- I don't know! I don't know but I'll figure it out. I will."
His throat burns as his lungs fill with fire just like they always tend to when he's stuck in this place.
He can't bring himself to care.
"I'm s- sorry I was so late- Sixteen- sixteen years," he gasps. "I'm sorry Pilvi."
Blue light floods his vision. It engulfs everything, pours from his mouth and grows brighter with every gasp for air.
He barely notices waking up.
Instead, he lays there screaming his bind's name over and over, becoming little more than an untuned symphony of agony that plays out of time, desperately clawing into his own soul for answers on what to do and how to help.
He'd do anything just to fix a single crack. Anything at all.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Running won't get him to move fast enough. There were fumbled apologies to the man who had been holding him in his arms the jade eyes shot open unexpectedly and he was scrambling to get out of bed as quickly as he was able. He doesn't know how anyone else does hear it... but as he finds himself racing through the halls of the Comodeen it seems that they do.
Cid is already up and moving through the halls. Valo and Aamunkoitto have stumbled into the halls in a half daze and Revon was hot on his heels as he flew through this maze of corridors as quickly as he was able within an enclosed setting. It was nothing but pure terror and
"Pilvi
Pilvi
Pilvi
Pilvi
PILVI!"
Over and over which left most of the Comodeen members that were up confused and the others looking to him to be the one to address it. It wasn't that they weren't willing, it was they weren't the one being called for.
He never even took the time to change out of his night gown.
The door to the musician's room slides open and a slender hand runs over the surface of the wall until he finds the switch and lets his fingers rest over it.
"Close your eyes." He says in a soft but firm tone with a pause. "I'm going to turn on the light."
It's enough warning to give a thirty second pause before the switch is flipped and light fills the room so that blue eyes can take in the sight of a figure standing in a white nightgown with worry filled jade.
Firm but slow steps make their way across the room until he can set on the edge of the mattress, slowly taking each other the elder's wrists into his hands until he can get them to release the fabric within them so he can slip their palms together.
"I'm right here, Sielu. I'm right here. Did you have a bad dream?"
His voice is gentle as he speaks, releasing one hand only to raise his own so he can gently brush the stray strands of cyan from the other's face. Thin lips spread out into a smile.
"It was just a dream, minun Aquani. I'm right here. Do you want to tell me about it? Do you want me to stay here? Can I get you anything? You were screaming pretty loud. Can I get you some water? I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. You just started to be able to sing again."
#v; what the mind knows the heart fears#aquaticsoul#the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul#tw; night terrors#tw; nightmares#tw; fear#tw; screaming#tw; long post#ask || inquires of the cloud
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It's only a dream || Accepting
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‘ night terrors ‘
because he doesn't want pilvi to have to deal with things alone anymore
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ It was only a dream. It had to be because Opettaja is right here and he is alive and the white prince is setting in a bed that is not his own but it smells like all his loved ones. They are all here. Somewhere in this building, they're here and he can hear them and ...and ... and...
He doesn't know what else.
The feeling of one of His Excellency's blood red tendrils is slipping around his throat as he tries to think about it. He doesn't know if that's real either. He's dreamt of his teachers, his binds, so many times but he's never really woke to them when he sets up screaming.
That probably was hell on Opettaja's ears and he should probably apologize for that but the building doesn't smell like Gaudium even if it looks like it. Oscha could be playing another trick on him. He doesn't remember Herba coming to collect him once more. He doesn't remember breathing in anything weird or drinking anything strange but then again that was the point and even when he did, he doesn't remember.
He doesn't remember anything ... He doesn't remember... How did he end up in a room with Opettaja in the first place? All he knows is - he is in the middle of a very well built nest that is filled to the very brim of the scents of everyone he loves and that is something he can say he likes. He very much likes and Opettaja is right next to him and he can hear and smell him so clearly too.
His Excellency would never allow this. So why is he here? He saw Herba kill the man but then he - no - didn't he? The tendril is tightening around his throat as he takes the time to think. How dare he take the time to think?! He knows better. He knows and his hands are up and tugging at the blanket that is loosely wrapped down over his shoulders as the panic sets in.
Why is he fighting back? He knows better than to fight back but Opettaja is here and he doesn't want him to have to see this. He doesn't want Opettaja to have to watch him die and see the truth in his immortality.
When did he tell Opettaja he was immortal?
He must have. He doesn't remember doing it but he must have.
"I'm sorry." He sobs as hands firm on the blankets close to his throat. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency."
He doesn't even remember what he did to make the little beast so angry this time, but it was obviously something and if he didn't act soon then he was going to die and Opettaja was going to be forced to watch. Worse, Opettaja was going to be forced to deal with his corpse when he doesn't fade.
He is the only Misterican in all of history that has ever left a corpse and he can't say he cares for it. He can't say he cares for that fact at all.
"Please spare me, Your Excellency. Please."
He hates the fact his sobbing isn't fake. He hates the fact that every tear is as real as the last he does the only thing he knows how to do in this situation and that's to cry and beg forgiveness.
"Please Your Excellency." He tries again as he struggles a bit to get every crawling tendril on him off of himself but it all feels as hopeless as it ever does.
"Please, Your Excellency. Please don't make him watch this."
#meme || it's only a dream#ask || inquires of the cloud#aquaticsoul#the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul#tw; long post#tw; strangling#tw; night terrors#tw; nightmares#tw; panic#tw; hallucination#tw; ptsd#tw; panic attack#tw; begging#tw; abuse#tw; death
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( @aquaticsoul , for baby marshmallow ) ->
He already knows he's about to lose whatever battle he's facing when Pilvi comes into his classroom, already staring up at him with huge jade eyes that always make him cave sooner rather than later. Worse, he seems exhausted or close to tears - unsurprising given how difficult everyone makes this poor boy's life.
But it seems the prince isn't asking for much, as tiny arms just wrap around his legs and stay there.
With a fond sigh, he scoops up the child and holds him against his chest, both arms wrapped around the boy like this hug can fix whatever problems exist right now. He doesn't care that Pilvi is seven and getting a bit heavy to cart around. It doesn't matter how old his puffball gets. If his boy needs a hug, then Sielu's not ever going to deny it, especially not after what he assumes has been a hard day.
Even if he's seven years old now. Even if Sielu had definitely been getting ready to head home. Even if whatever Pilvi may or may not be upset over is a tiny child problem or (he hopes) just boredom or worry over asking for things (which he hates is present at all in this child).
Somehow he knows that even if he hadn't taken an oath to make Pilvi his number one priority, that wouldn't have changed things. He's sure that Pilvi would have been everything to him anyway. He won't say the boy is his son, but... well, he's close enough.
"Are you okay?" he asks, gently rubbing his leftmost horn on one of Pilvi's. "I know today has been long. What do you want right now?"
"I- Opettaja, can- I want- can we color?"
"Sure we can. That sounds fun."
He makes his way back in his classroom, pulling the desk chair out far enough so he can sit with Pilvi in his lap. It takes almost no time for him to retrieve a few crayons and some paper from one of the drawers, laying them out atop the surface of the desk.
"Alright. What are we going to color, maamuna? Does Revon know you're in here?"
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He does not like that man or the way he speaks to him. He gets meaner every year. He seemed alright when they first met but as time goes on and on, he's come to find that Piipsa Sumu is a mean man and he does not ever listen to the words coming out of his mouth.
Everyone is always making a big deal out of being 'The Celestial Mother's Sacrifice' but he doesn't even understand what that means. Well he didn't that was until Piipsa Sumu got in his face about it today and now he does not want to see that man ever again.
What does he mean by 'you will present yourself to her as a holy gift?' He does not want to present himself to anyone. He is no one's holy gift and being one sounds scary. Every day he gets a little more afraid and Father will not talk about it and Mother only dodges the issues.
Just because he's seven does not mean he isn't smart enough to understand. Even if Isoveli is constantly telling him how heavy headed he is. All he knows is Piipsa Sumu was very mad when he saw him pause to splash in the puddles left by the rain of the pass two days and there was a long conversation about what entailed his "proper conduct" and how above all else he needs to remember that he must remain pure.
He doesn't want to talk about it. He doesn't want to discuss the issue because if he does then it won't go away and he really just wants all of this to disappear like it's just a bad dream. Why doesn't he get to decide anything about all this sacrifice business? It involves him so shouldn't he get a say?
He's shaking his head at Opettaja Sielu's question while he lets himself settle into the man's lap and he picks up a crayon to start coloring whatever comes into his little mind on the page.
"Ei." He sounds. "I ran away." Comes his explanation. "I had to see that mean man again but he was being extra mean today so I ran away. I don't ever want to see him again."
#v; runaway puff#the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul#aquaticsoul#tw; sacrifice#tw; religion#tw; long post#drifting clouds || queue
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( @aquaticsoul , the glitter pen has concerns. )
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Sielu's being exceptionally clingy to Aamunkoitto today beyond just choosing a spot to nap. He's been like this since he's woken, ignoring any other possible places to be in favor of wrapping all four of his limbs around the mathematician, hands both tightened in a death grip around whatever fabric they could find.
And he's stayed like that for hours. He's started to speak a few times, but cut himself off before he could get very far into it - and it's not out of fear.
It's out of "trying to make the words make sense", and at least he did manage to explain that much a while ago.
Finally, though, after spending time trying to think between short naps, he decides to just tell the truth plain and simple.
"I'm having a bad day," he mumbles, and it's possibly the most honest thing he's ever said in his life. "My chest hurts and I'm tired and... the plants keep saying you're going to hate me when we find him. You're going to hate me and get rid of me because he's better than I am but... You wouldn't do that, would you? I don't feel like you would... They're lying, right?"
.·:*¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨*:·. Fingers are slowly stroking and twisting through blue waves and even if they've been stuck out here in the forest more often than not most days now because of his stupid mouth, that doesn't mean they've neglected basic care and that means making sure that Sielu's hair (and his own) got brushed each and every day. These musical waves of blue are an ever extending song nowadays and he'll listen to whatever tune they have to sing for him.
No matter the genre. Whatever it was, that was fine.
Sielu says he's having a bad day and with the way the musician is clinging to him like a lifeline he gathered that much. At least he's honest about it this time though. He's honest in his fears that once they find the prince - find Pilvi - that they'll simple replace him and turn on him as the prince apparently did.
He still wants to know the full story with that and wants to hear the reasoning for it from the prince's mouth because it doesn't make any sense no matter which one of it had been but it makes even less sense for it to have been Aqua Sielu of all people. Mr. Nap Spot Do Not Touch the Prince himself.
It hadn't mattered how old the prince got. Somehow he managed to drop that man from time to time and sure enough they would find the pair of them curled up and sleeping when they should have been working. They were so close. It was no mystery why having someone like Valkoinen Pilvi abandon him was so crushing. Soul Binding aside. Even if the two had not been bound it still would have hurt just as much. Sielu treated that boy as if he was his own from the day he met him and Pilvi - he adored Sielu so none of it made any sense.
So that's why he would still like to hear the reasoning straight from the prince. His answer would decide on whether he hugged him or he punched him. Even if the boy was his Liege, that doesn't mean he wouldn't knock him down a peg when he needed it and if he was still the same person - his Pilvi wouldn't have it any other way.
He expected his binds to check him and to keep him in line and on the right path.
It doesn't make sense, but doubting Sielu or questioning what he experienced wasn't going to change anything other than making it all worse. What happened, already happened and he couldn't do anything to take it back - so disqualifying what Sielu experienced because of his own questions and doubts would just make the musician spiral again and no one needed that.
"He is my liege and you are my friend. The two of you are not the same. He cannot replace you in my heart. It would be like saying I would simply stop being friends with Valo because of the prince and we all know that's impossible. No matter what His Highness has to say about it, you're not going anywhere. We won't just abandon you. He is my Liege and you are my Glitter Pen. Simply not comparable. I love you both for different reasons, but His Highness has never quite had the same sparkle that you do. Even now you're still so glittery."
His other hand moves and it slowly slips under cyan bangs and swipes them to the side so there is a clear path to the man's forehead and a light kiss is placed down on the top of his head.
"Whatever you're hearing is a lie. I will always want you in my life, as long as you'll have me. You're family to me. No one can ever replace that."
#v; think of me highly#guest muse: opettaja aamunkoitto#ask || inquires of the dawn#tw; long post#aquaticsoul#the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul#tw; depression#tw; hallucination
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( @aquaticsoul )
Sielu would like to offer this in place of the bingo card.
"Opettaja I'm going. I'm going. I promise I'm not getting rusty. I'm going right now."
|| @aquaticsoul with a public service announcement
#the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul#aquaticsoul#gifts for the cloud || submission#ask || inquires of the cloud#//omfg i'm dying
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( @aquaticsoul , for 1 little puff ) ->
It's probably too early for this, really, but he simply must get it out of his system. Thus, he finds Pilvi (bound for Valo's classroom, no doubt) in the hall the moment he gets into the palace, rushing towards him as if it's urgent. To Sielu, it is.
Urgently funny, anyway.
He stops in front of the boy, sinking to the child's level.
"Maamuna," he begins, resting both hands on his shoulders. "Before you go in there, I have a very serious problem. I've realized I can't fly with one of my cymbals..."
After a dramatic pause, he issues the punchline.
"Turns out it crashes."
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ It is the guard behind the boy that is swallowing his laughter at the musician's very urgent 'dilemma', and he watches as the boy tips his head to the side and looks the man of blue dead in the eyes and with a frown responds.
"Voi ei, Opettaja. Did you lose it? Can I help you - "
A hand coming down on a fluffy head of white hair that is much too tired to be clocking as quickly as it normally would be this early in the morning. Those same strong fingers run through white locks softly for a moment as if their own could simply massage the boy's brain to life with a few good scratches.
"My Liege." The elder interjects into the situation as he continues to stroke his hand through the boy's snow white fluff.
And it's then that it starts. The gears turning in the child's mind as jade shifts from confusion to worry to realization and laughter erupts into the hallway just before the historian's classroom.
Who appears as if on cue to collect the child that is currently his for the next hour. There is a playful frown hanging on his lips before he closes the gap between the child and himself only to pluck the prince up from the ground so that he is balanced upon his hip.
"You're stealing my time, Sielu." He teases with a grin. "Maybe I'll come tell jokes during your hour and make it hard to concentrate." There is a pause as he turns. "I'll bring him to you shortly. Lord Aurinko and Lady Kuu are still at breakfast if you wish to join them for the moment."
And the child is whisked away with the knight in tow before another word can be said.
#v; the child of white || before the fall#ask || inquires of the cloud#drifting clouds || queue#guest muse: revon#guest muse: opettaja valo#aquaticsoul#the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul
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( @aquaticsoul ) ->
There is yet another note left on the prince's door. Will this pun monster ever stop? No. No he won't. Sorry Revon.
Pilvi,
Once upon a time, I was in a choir and we were singing a rather difficult song. One rehearsal went particularly badly for a lot of people though I was spared being lectured. Do you know why our director wasn't angry with me?
I only made a minor error. :)
See you tomorrow, puffball.
- Sielu
This time the note is plucked from the door by a much larger hand that is reaching for it. It's brought before a pair of pink eyes to be read quickly and there is a smile behind a thin metal mask as it's handed down to it's intended recipient.
The sound of the boy almost choking on his laughter follows soon after, while the door to his room is pushed open and the teenager is left chuckling to himself all the while. Another one for the collection. He's sliding a open a drawer on his desk to fold the paper up and slip it in a rather full looking envelope. He'll be keeping that for later.
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( @aquaticsoul needs some help) ->
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He's picked a day where he assumes Aurinko isn't quite as busy to drop by. A quick glance into the office shows this to be true, as the man seems to have only a small stack of papers before him rather than one that casts a shadow like usual.
He gestures for Taivas to follow him in, finding his own usual spot on the couch to flop down into.
"When you're done with that, I'd like to get your help in courting your brother."
✩°｡⋆☼⋆｡°✩ The way his lips spread out into a wide grin as his youngest son's bind plops himself into his usual spot on the couch without a care in the world. Did he just hear him correctly? Sitriini was just in here three weeks ago whining about how it was the end of his life because he's fallen desperately in love with this very man in question and he didn't know what to do about it.
Oh how great it is to be an older brother right about now.
His head is raising as the pen is placed down on his desk and his own prime bind has come into the room to come to stand next to his desk. A hand is held out as if to ask for a pad of paper to which the solar king passes one up without question.
"Did I - did you just - you want to court my pikkuveli? Did I hear you right?" He sounds in a half coy, half excited tone. "Work can wait. How can I help? What did you need to know?"
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( @aquaticsoul has gifts) ->
He's on his way to Sinfonia's classroom with a plate of fresh cookies and a book tied in blue ribbon.
There's no greeting when he places the items atop the desk. Rather, he merely chirps and wriggles himself into the man's arms.
"Hyvää syntymypäivää, Sitriini."
It seems he'll be there all day.
**Hyvää syntymypäivää = happy birthday
⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ His nose is assaulted by the smell of fresh cookies and soon they're being placed down on his desk. A book tied in a book ribbon is place down next to them, but before he can even reach for one of the sweet treats there is a body of blue chirping at him and wriggling into his arms. A body of blue setting in his lap as if he was invited to do so.
A low purr rumbles at his belly at the words while his lips stretch out from behind his mask. It floods back and he's leaning forward to nudge his nose against the mask of the other man as if trying to ask him to take it off.
"I didn't know I was getting presents this early." He sounds, the purr slightly infecting his tone. "And the best one so early. You spoil me, Aqua."
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"Hyvää syntymäpäivää, Tulipallo!" the musician greets, a bright smile lighting his face. "Any big plans for your day? I would love to spend some time with you, if you can pencil me in. Sydän and I made a cake for you - she's off somewhere. I'm not sure where. Probably zooming. Anyway! How are you?"
(Happy Birthday, Fireball)
⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ The small boy looks up as he adjusts to shift the weight on his back around as red meet blue. He's stopped to wish him Happy Birthday and he says that he and Sydän made him a cake and his gaze brightens at little as the prospect of something sweet.
"We're going to snuggle!" The small puff of a cloud announces from his place on his brother's back.
"Quiet you. You're a pillow and pillows don't talk."
"No I'm not!" The younger whines as he's jostled around again while the elder shifts his weight to carry him better.
"You will be, now quiet." His eyes light as he shifts his focus back to the man of blue before him.
"But really? What kind? I love cake!"
"Go have some, Highness. We can take a nap when you're done."
The musician of orange is smiling softly as he watches the two boys interact and smile excitedly before his attention shifts up to the musician of blue.
"Kiitos Sielu. That was very kind."
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( @aquaticsoul ) has a gift ->
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"We had stew last night at my house," he explains, placing a sealed bowl atop the other musician's desk without giving time to deny it. "I saved some for you since I know you like it. Don't work too hard, got it?"
⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He stops in middle of the song he was playing when a mess of blue hair and attitude comes walking into his space. His classroom, uninvited - but since when did Aqua Sielu ever need an invite to invade his personal space?
He's slowly bringing his violin down, braces missing -having been replaced by what appears to be two bandage colored patches spanning his wrists and covering the back of his hands - and he watches as the other musician stops to place a sealed bowl down on his desk.
'Stew' He explains and then proceeds to tell him not to work too hard. He brought it because he knows he likes it.
There is a heat building in his cheeks as he brings his violin down. His voice creeps out shyly before the other can leave.
"Did - did you make it or -" he feels so awkward saying this. It shouldn't matter to him and he knows it be good regardless but still he
"ah - I mean - Kiitos Sielu."
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@aquaticsoul inspiring words from Opettaja
Voi Ei, it seems he's busted. Playing games again instead of practicing. He supposes he'll go work on reteaching himself his viulu (violin) instead for a while. It's been a minute but he hasn't completely forgot has he?
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"Hyvää syntymäpäivää!" Sielu greets, probably a bit too energetic for this early in the day.
However, he comes bearing fresh cookies for the fellow known sugar fiend, straight out of the oven this morning to the palace where he now stands.
"Enjoy, Your Hi- Majesty. Pretend that was all smooth with no almost-mistakes. Anyway, there's enough for you plus everyone you will inevitably share with, so... here you go. Take them before I eat all of them. The smell's starting to get to me."
The sound of the musician's voice is echoing off the palace walls as the man of blue enters the grand show of white crystal. The sweet smell of sugar and the beloved kind he adores fills his senses, and soon well wishes accompanied by a bag filled with Rouva Siipi's cookies are presented to him. Golden eyes sparkle like the sun in a clear sky at the sight of them.
He accepts the gift with a smile only to pass the bag over to his faithful guard who had already been reaching for them before they had even been passed out. It's then that red clad arms can wrap around the smaller Misterican tightly as he's hoisted from the ground in a mighty hug the Lord has to lean back into in order to complete.
"Kiitos Sielu!" His voice rings out in a joyous laugh. "This is such a lovely gift! You remembered today as you do every year. You always start my day out in such a wonderful way."
He's grinning as he puts the young down and wraps an arm around his shoulders to bring him into a tight side embrace.
"Now come have breakfast with us. It's always so lovely when more of the family is at the table."
There is a hardy laugh as the bag is passed back into his direction and the King is reaching inside to hand a cookie over to the man who gave them to him.
"You know me well enough to know I'd share." He smiles.
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