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Modranicht gift

[thejoyrider]

[The red box decorated with golden ribbon left by Marie on Steak’s doorstep contains a knitted scarf and ahat made so he could easily wear it with his horns.

“Take care of yourself” the attached note reads.]

[battlebound]

[ Well!! He'll just have to wear these lovingly crafted things, won't he? It's a shame he can't figure out who left them, though. TT_TT Maybe they'll have the good fortune of meeting while he wears it one day... ]

modranicht gift;

[wiggleon]

[Aziraphale may not have met Steak for long, but he was friendly to him when they met and bonded with him over the lowers- and so, he will receive one flower-inspired ugly sweater.

...In Aziraphale's defense, he didn't really think it was that ugly. His fashion sense is a little off.]

that sweater.......

[battlebound]

[ That.

That is something.

And he has exactly zero clue who would have sent him something like this. Maybe it'll just... find a spot tossed over the back of the couch, in the purgatory of "what do I do with this" gifts. ]

12/25

[weirdnecro]

[Looks like Steak got a gift! And it's...tentacle mittens?

There's no note. Sorry not sorry Steak?]

[battlebound]

[ He is truly getting some very unique gifts, but what do people have against putting names on them.

But he will wear the mittens while this cold continues. Clearing snow with tentacles is chilly fucking business. ]

modranicht gift, backdated to 25/12

[joies]

[This day Steak will find another gift at his door! A small, red and golden wrapped box containing a golden bangle with some sword decal. There's a note too!]

I hope this suits your tastes, my dear. May you have a wonderful day~

- Persephone ♡

oh no that's pretty tho

[battlebound]

[ !! A note which identifies the person. He's grateful, lmao. And so, Persephone will get a text soon after. ]

Thank you for the gift. It's very beautiful.

text;

[judgementor]

I hope you're keeping out of trouble.

text;

[battlebound]

What else would I be doing?!

( hmph. )

text;

[judgementor]

[He doesn't know where Steak is, but as soon as he surmises he's being ignored he immediately begins prodding again.]

I asked you a question.

[battlebound]

I don't want to talk about it.

[ The post has been enough of a nuisance without having to try and give an answer he doesn't know how to give, and he'd much rather just sit by the riverside and not think about it. ]

[marmoron]

so now that you're back and all
what IS going on between you and red wine anyway?

[battlebound]

( ugh, why does it always come back to this... )

nothing. we had a bet. that was all.

( that is absolutely the case. definitely. )

day after...you know...

[stardustish]

steak? hey, it's sylvia. are you free right now?

yes i do know

[battlebound]

( Steak, being Steak, has exactly one thought after seeing the message pop up on his Watch:

is it possible to just. Evaporate.

and he's almost tempted to go with that. except Sylvia is a sweet girl, and he genuinely enjoys her company, even without the pollen factoring into their time spent.

so, after a good ten minutes of pacing his room, pulling at his hair, he picks his Watch up and messages back; )

sure. what's up?

( casual as you can be, right? )

masquerade timeeee

[stardustish]

[ It's getting closer to the end of the night, though the party itself doesn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon. Sylvia's here to have fun and work off a lot of the stress that's been accumulating over these past few months, and quite frankly, she's having a blast.

The trinket she has is a bracelet, glowing a soft gold color around her wrist. It matches with the star theme she's got going on, what with her blue dress and a starry mask to match it. She looks excited to get to the dance floor and mingle when she spots a familiar pair of horns in her vicinity.

Sylvia locks eyes with Steak, and she pauses for a moment, hesitant. But...they agreed to keep this thing going, and she has no intention of pulling out of it (haha) anytime soon. She walks up to him with a wave. ]

Steak! Hey...!

ayyy

[battlebound]

( The trinkets come out and Steak picks a necklace, a glowing pendant which rests nicely between the undone top of his shirt, casting a gentle light on the exposed part of his chest. His identity has hardly been masked (haha, get it) by the mask over his face, given that it wasn't enchanted, and for good reason.

After all, he promised to meet somebody here, and she spots him first. There's a moment, awkwardly hanging in the air between them, where he realises that agreeing to engage in this via text is highly different from seeing each other in person for the first time since the pollen consumed their sanity. But she's waving, and even if this isn't something Steak is good at, it's something he said he'd follow through, something he (to his own surprise) wants to follow through, and he smiles as she approaches. )

Hey. Having fun?

( Would she like to have a bit more? )

text, backdated a few days probs

[judgementor]

Did you receive anything from the latest influx of objects from the Mirrors?

[battlebound]

the outfit Mrs. Gia gave me.

( something he's hung up now, not entirely sure what to do with it. )

12/21

[stardustish]

[ On 12/21, Steak will find two boxes, one tall and one wide on his doorstep. There's a tag on both of them, addressed to Steak from Sylvia with a "Happy Modranicht!" on them. Inside of the tall box is a bottle of...Steak's favorite ale! And the wide box contains...

A belt.

There's a little paper on top of the belt with a ":P" face drawn onto it. ]

modranicht gift

[thejoyrider]

[Since they are Bonded now, Marie makes it her point to make Steak’s gift extra special.

In addition to the usual cookies and tea package every Mirrorbound received from her, there’s a lily pendant she chose to symbolize their newly forged Bond.

There’s something else - a handmade album containing pictures taken during Steak’s previous stay in Aefenglom. Pictures of them together, pictures of Steak’s Monster form, of his other friends, of important events. She didn’t take all of them by herself, she did reach out to other Mirrorbound for help assembling this. Still, Marie thought it would be worth it. Steak probably didn’t have much of this kind of data from that time saved]

weh!!!

[battlebound]

( admittedly, gifting others is not a skill which always comes naturally to Steak, unless it is a way he can successfully prank Red Wine (mature, immortal beings only, folks). but even he's not so rude as to ignore a heartfelt gift from his bonded.

which is why Marie soon gets a text from him; )

thanks.
i'll bring your gift later.

( which, given the last minute nature of the thing, kind of has to be sorted on the spot, but it does result in a basket of savoury scones being dropped at her doorstep sometime later. )

text;

[claritatis]

I'm going to have to request that you desist from maintaining your weapons on the dining room table.

[It isn't really a request.]

text;

[battlebound]

( but the dining room table is so convenient!!! )

what problem is there? i clean up afterwards.

itt: marie gets into trouble because of a necklace, history repeats itself

[thejoyrider]

[Shortly after their encounter with curiously enchanted jewelry Steak gets a message from Marie. There is no text, no warning what’s there to come, just a few pictures attached. Nothing out of ordinary as far as Marie’s messages go. Most likely selfies....

Except that once Steak opens the photos, he will see much more of his Bonded than he is used to. First picture shows Marie in a dimly lit bedroom, posing seductively. She isn’t wearing any of her usual fancy dresses, just a necklace she purchased earlier in that shady shop and set of dark red lacy lingerie. Did you know she owned something like this, Steak?

In the next photo Marie is in the same room, striking a similar pose to the first one... except that now even the underwear she had on before is gone. There are strategically placed lily flowers and buds in the photo, a product of her magic, so even though Marie is obviously not wearing anything, some remains of her modesty are still being preserved...

But there is still one more photo attached. Will Steak dare to open it?]

into trouble or into fun tho

[battlebound]

( he is used to Marie's selfies, all things considered. usually they're cute and bright things, much like she is. he doesn't think anything of opening it, assuming that it must just be a photograph or two of her in her new purchase from today.

...and. well. it is, it's just that he didn't quite expect the photoshoot to be this, ahem, "artistic".

oh who are we kidding, it's quite simply sexy. there's no point softening that when he's by himself (thankfully, because his cheeks are as red as his hair). and curiosity beckons him to check further, because maybe — although it's seeming increasingly unlikely — the next photo is just her holding a sign saying gotcha!

...WELP.

a-apparently not. and really, there's only one question to ask; )

did you mean to send these to me?

post-kidnap event

[judgementor]

[Red Wine hasn't been avoiding Steak, but it's been understandbly difficult to be around him for the past couple of days and maybe... maybe he's just been giving him a bit of space for his own good as well.

As evening falls and he wakes up, he heads to wherever in the house Steak happens to be and tosses a bottle of some unlabelled, strong-smelling liquor his way. The fruity scent when opened is slightly reminiscent of whiskey, but not quite.]

Come on, idiot. We're going out for a walk. Bring the bottle.

[battlebound]

( the past can't be changed. that's something Steak has never bothered to mope about. it's a waste of his time and energy to dwell on the things he should have done, or how things should have gone.

instead, as ever, he looks forward. the events regarding the cult can't be changed, but he can train to be stronger, better. train to ensure that next time, he isn't caught off guard by such tricks.

which is why, when Red Wine finds him, he's sat in the garden, cross-legged and eyes closed, trying — and largely failing — to meditate, to reach into the magic Aefenglom provides him and use it somehow. several books lie scattered in the grass around him, each one open to a different page, but all talking about shields or basic magic control. )

Wha—?? ( he just about catches the bottle before it whacks him in the chest and immediately levels a glare at Red Wine. ) Don't just decide things for the both of us!

( and yet he stands up and follows anyway. )

text // April 3rd

[galdorleod]

[ the message comes around 8:00 pm. ]

Where are you right now? Busy?