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➤ Ultimate Tag | Accepting

↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: ‘✩’

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Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Char. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? I also feel like it’s Char, namely because he’d get overwhelmed. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Char, again only because things could get to be too much. Who trashes the house? I want to say neither, but Arrow does have a small problem with finding an outlet for anger at times.  Do either of them get physical? Highly doubt it. How often do they argue/disagree? Not to an unhealthy degree but they are still learning about a lot of things together and separately and sometimes there’s miscommunication there. Who is the first to apologise? Whoever started the rift.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Nope. So all of this section is just for fun speculation.  If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Who is the favorite parent? Arrow.  Who is the authoritative parent? Arrow, only because he would have a better idea of how to be? Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Char. Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Char. Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Arrow.  Who changes the diapers? Both?  Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Arrow, again he’s like always awake anyway. Who spends the most time with the children? I can see Char making an extreme point to. Who packs their lunch boxes? Char.  Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Char. Who cleans up after the kids? Arrow. Who worries the most? Omg both of them. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Char.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Both but I think Char’s more prone to it.  Who is the little spoon? I would say about 50/50 here, depending on how the day went.  Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Char Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Char. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? A long time, especially if one of them falls asleep. Who gives the most kisses? Char. What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Watching movies or racing. Where is their favourite place to cuddle? The couch or in bed. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Right now, neither.  How often do they get time to themselves? Often, as long as Arrow’s not busying with his team and Char isn’t working at the cafe. Though I can see them getting less and less time as things get busy for them.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Arrow. If both do, who snores the loudest? I think Arrow. Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They’ve only just started sharing a bed most nights in the base, but do still sleep in their own rooms sometimes. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Usually close to one another.  Who talks in their sleep? Neither of them, I think. What do they wear to bed? Arrow wears nothing, technically, but I think Char wears a shirt and pants.  Are either of your muses insomniacs? Arrow ‘always’ is but Char also has his moments. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Don’t think so. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Char likes to hold Arrow and you know he’s not complaining lol Who wakes up with bed hair? Both, maybe Arrow more because his quills are longer. Who wakes up first? Char, if Arrow even sleeps. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Char. What is their favourite sleeping position? Next to each other, and close. Who hogs the sheets? Arrow. Do they set an alarm each night? No. Can a television be found in their bedroom? Nope. Who has nightmares? Both, but Char more as of late. Who has ridiculous dreams? Arrow. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Arrow. Who makes the bed? Maybe Char but definitely not Arrow. What time is bed time? Probably around midnight-ish. Any routines/rituals before bed? They usually watch TV, mostly movies or talk about whatever pops out of their mouths lol Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? I’m going to say Char.

Work:

Who is the busiest? Arrow, at least pre-event. Who rakes in the highest income? Arrow.  Are any of your muses unemployed? Arrow, but Char did take a break from the cafe. Who takes the most sick days? I don’t see either of them doing it, honestly.  Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Char maybe, if he overslept or got distracted by a certain hero. Who sucks up to their boss? Char, but playfully.  What are their jobs? Arrow doesn’t have one really, Char works with/for Ebony and Pyjamas. Who stresses the most? Char. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Arrow is fine, and I think Char enjoys what he does and the people he does it with. Are your muses financially stable? Arrow, yes, and Char...maybe.

Home:

Who does the washing? Char. Who takes out the trash? Arrow Who does the ironing? Do they need to? Who does the cooking? Char. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Both, but Char has been practicing to cook more than Arrow.  Who is messier? Arrow.  Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Neither.  Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Arrow, sometimes.  Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither.  Who is the prankster around the house? Arrow.  Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Char, if they had a car. Who mows the lawn? They don’t have one.  Who answers the telephone? Arrow. Who does the vacuuming? Char, if there was a need for it. Who does the groceries? Arrow. Who takes the longest to shower? Char. Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Char.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Again, not for Arrow but Char, maybe. Not that Arrow wouldn’t cover them. How many cars do they own? Zero.  Do they own their home or do they rent? If it’s the base, neither, but I guess you could say Char rents the room he stays/stayed in from Ebony and Pyjamas. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? The base is in the country, apartment in the city. Do they live in the city or in the country? -points to question above- Do they enjoy their surroundings? I would say so, yes. What’s their song? I See You - MISSIO What do they do when they’re away from each other? Work. Arrow with his team and Char at the cafe. That and sometimes Arrow leaves Char to go foraging alone so he doesn’t get in the way, in which case he just does paperwork back at the base. Where did they first meet? Char’s Zone, I think? How did they first meet? They ran into each other and Arrow was down in the dumps and Char, for some reason, let the hero stay with him for a few months. Who spends the most money when out shopping? Arrow. Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Char. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Char, as long as it’s obvious Arrow’s not hurt.  Any mental issues? A bucket load, yes.  Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither.  Who kills the spiders around the house? I think they would both release them. Their favourite place? The place they had a picnic, and just somewhere in nature in general. Who pays the bills? Arrow.  Do they have any fears for their future? I think Char’s plan for revenge scares them both more than they let on, and with current events I imagine Char is scared for Arrow’s safety. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Char.  Who uses up all of the hot water? Char. Who’s the tallest? Char. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Neither atm. Who wanders around in their underwear? Char? Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Arrow. What do they tease each other about? Char pokes fun at all the jokes that go over Arrow’s head regarding certain topics, but Arrow does the same to Char’s gung ho approach to new things. All in good fun. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Arrow.  Do they have mutual friends? Only a few in Arrow’s Zone, and off-planet.  Who crushed first? Arrow. Any alcohol or substance related problems? Yes, yes and big ol’ yes, but I don’t think Char knows about Arrow’s struggle as much as Arrow knows about Char’s. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Char.  Who swears the most? Char.

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↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: [Char, blind and ignorant, stumbling his way through this thing, completely unaware of the turmoil he's causing Arrow.]

If only Char could see into Arrow's mind. Could read into his insecurities and detect the hero's own yearnings for that four letter word. If only Char could put a name to what it was he felt himself for the blue male.

But the only name he had come to know had been soured for him, the definition defiled with abuses and manipulations of his past. And until someone cleared up his misconceptions about that one, four letter word, he would forever remain lost on what it was that he felt so deeply, so fiercely, so profoundly for Arrow.

Because, had he known the true meaning of that word, that it perfectly defined what it was he felt in this current moment for the blue speedster at it's very core, Char would no doubt have been shouting it from the rooftops in his elation.

Of finally being able to label these foreign emotions that tended to fill him when around his best friend.

Others could see what he was so blind to. But the blind could not lead the blind. Not without stumbling through the darkness first. Not without helping one another to reach that destination.

Yet, had Char known all this, he never would have faulted Arrow for keeping his confessions to himself. Because Char knew himself better than anyone, and he knew he would run at the first utterance of that word, a word that would no doubt feel like a bitter betrayal until he learned it's true meaning.

No, Arrow had been smart to keep it to himself. For the time being, at least. Unless someone approached Char in a calm and patient manner, with intent to deal with the fugitive's inevitable outburst at the word, there were no doubts he would run off upon hearing it, especially used when in regards to Char himself.

And then came Arrow's answer. In a tone that had started to come more frequent when he and the hero spoke. An odd tone that...for the life of him, Char couldn't name. Yet all the same, he relished in it, basked in the warmth it provided.

The tone was never missed, just...misunderstood.

The reply melted the uneasiness and nervousness from the fugitive, an almost timid smile lifting his lips. "Well, even if yer record tends ta skip from time ta time, or play the same song over an' over...well...you'll find a fan in me." A cheesy little jest, and Char's attempt at helping his friend to lighten the mood.

There was something so enlightening to seeing that open and honest gaze. What had once felt like looking into murky and disturbed waters...in this moment? Felt as if Char were looking into the stillest of seas, crystal clear on a moonlit night, reflecting the stars above as clearly as a mirror might.

If the hero kept looking at him like that, Char wasn't sure he'd be able to keep himself under lock and key for much longer. That gaze? It stirred something within him. Nothing terrible. Nothing carnal. But it truly stirred within him a yearning like no other. The same yearnings as before.

To hold, to touch, worship and protect.

The following admittances though? By Chaos did it threaten to crumble the very foundations of Char's resistance to the ground. Brick by brick that wall was being chipped away, and Char felt powerless to stop it.

Did he even want to stop it anymore?

There was something so deeply moving and invigorating...at being considered someone's home.

Home was rarely just a place, after all. And Char couldn't recall a day anyone had ever compared him to such.

His next words were mirthful and fond. "I'm the furthest thing from what most would consider 'normal'... But I digress...cause...even with all the up's an' down's? I feel much the same. This past year, spent with you? Chaos, it's the closest thing I've ever been able ta compare ta livin' anythin' close ta a 'normal' lifestyle..."

He felt those fingers melding back within his own once again. Arrow would find no revulsion or resistance. In fact, he would find quite the opposite himself, as Char laced their fingers and offered his friend a reassuring squeeze. His eyes? Were locked with those of emerald forests, attention focused on Arrow and only Arrow.

He knew what happened in the past wasn't his fault. Paths diverged naturally over time of most people. Yet luck, or fate, or maybe even some weird divine intervention, had brought he and Arrow, through unlikely and nearly impossible circumstance, back together again.

And as the hero finished his small speech, Char's fingers squeezed once more about Arrow's own. "Yer right. The past is in the past. But...I can promise to do better by you. Better than I have before." The fingers Char held to were lifted, and a gentle, fleeting peck was left to the backs of them. His hues were both sharp with determination, yet softened with a fondness borne of a long time friend.

"I want to do better by you, Sonic. So..." With an overexaggerated sigh, Char fell back into the pillows and shot the hero an (understandably) tired look, followed by the gentle patting of a hand against Char's own shoulder and a sly, teasing smile. "...git yer tush down in the bed so I can hold you already~." While yes, wanting to hold the hero was borne of a deep desire all Char's own, it was also underlain with hidden intentions not borne of a physical nature, but a protective one.

Char, in his own way, wanted to offer that same sense of safety that Arrow so freely gave to the fugitive. He couldn't protect Arrow back then...but that didn't mean Char couldn't try his damnedest to do so now.

"You make me feel normal. You make me feel safe. You've...given me purpose beyond runnin' fer the rest of my life. I...can only hope ta one day return that favor ta you, Sonic." There was a comfortable silence to follow, lasting no more than a few moments before, quietly:

"And you make me happy... The happiest I can ever remember bein'. I just...hope that I can make you that happy someday too."

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   {➹} – CHEESY OR NOT, it was a jest that the hero could chuckle at in good humor. Or maybe he was a sucker for a good music pun, who knew. Nonetheless, the air seemed to lift around the pair and he was thankful for that. It wouldn't be ideal to end the night on a note that was anything but light, especially after today. Tired as the hero was, he relished in these little talks of theirs, in seeing the way Char's expressions shifted, sometimes subtly and other times not so much. Such a vast difference than all those years ago, then again Arrow himself was hardly the same either. One more fact he knew all too well.

     That and the fact neither he, nor Char, were the poster child for normal lives. And that was alright.

     The last year had been trying, Arrow would say far more so for Char than himself, but it had presented challenges that the hero had never considered before. Had made him do things that he never would have otherwise, and taught him more than he ever expected. Such an odd turn in his life but, as he had said, he was glad for it. He wouldn't trade it or anything. Ups, downs and everything inbetween.

     A glance was given towards their hands as Char gave them that squeeze, the barest hint of a blush when they were raised to the other's lips for a moment. Something in the determination looking back at him had melted the hero, that fondness returning right before the light chuckle that followed the exaggerated gesture. He couldn't argue with it, not as he tried and failed to stop an oncoming yawn. His heart threatened to beat wildly again at the tease but, against his better judgement, he didn't fight it.

     He did, however, give his friend one last look before settling down.

     "For the record you're doing fine, Char," he left little to be argued with in his tone, and even if Char had it in them to do so, there was every indication the hero wasn't going to last much longer as he laid against his friend. He was almost thankful for the position, given it hid some of the growing blush on his muzzle. The rest? It was nothing a nuzzle couldn't fix, the hero more or less buried in the other’s fur in a few moment's time.

     And there was no sign he was going to be moving anytime soon.

     Yet there was a telltale twitching of mismatched ears, to announce that he was still listening even as he felt his lids grow heavy. There was a happy sense that washed over him hearing that his sentiments were returned. That they both felt safe with one another, as if that night and their current position didn't already make that much clear. 

     Despite Arrow's losing battle had Char been paying attention, the slender tail beneath the covers had moved a time or two. Another telltale sign.

     The silence and comfort threatened to lull the hero fully to sleep, and nearly had until those last few quiet words. They weren't missed, and the purr that had started in the hero's chest may have said as much. And if it didn't?

     The next words were sleepy, nearly mumbled but still holding the truth in them.

     "You already do..."

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↳ @a-bitter-resentment​​ asked: A hand was used to lightly shake a tanned shoulder, Char's smile apologetic. "Hey, Air. I know it's late. Like, hella late...but there's somethin' I really wanted ta show ya. Ya gotta hurry, cause it's startin' very soon~." It was well passed midnight, yet Char was already dressed in a warm outfit, with what looked to be two blankets tossed over a shoulder, and a few pillows tucked beneath his arm. The expression on his face?

Giddy, like an over excited child.

"C'mon, c'mon~! I brought yer shoes an' jacket already too." Both shoes settled right beside the bed for the hero to slip on easily, and the jacket having been laid out at the foot of Arrow's bed.

As for the activities for the night?

Nothing more than a simple night of gazing at the stars beneath the glow of the moon. The night was cool, so the blankets were a pre-emptive barrier to hopefully warm them against the elements.

But that wasn't all he had planned.

Soon, a meteor shower would pass by the planet, Char having caught wind of it on the news earlier. He wanted to share in the moment with his friend, wanted to create more memories to share with the hero as they used to in the past. Sure, this probably wasn't as fun or thrilling as burning spaghetti noodles, but it was still something he wanted to enjoy at the hero's side.

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    {➹} – HAVING FULLY EXPECTED to pass the night as he often did – in bed, sleepless and with nothing much but his music and thoughts – there was considerable surprise on the hero's part when his bedroom door opened to reveal a rather excitable Char. Though perhaps it said more than the hero himself was willing when his undivided attention went to the green one, headphones off and expression curious all in a matter of seconds.

     Noting the things in his friend's arms only added to the wonder, and the fact Char was dressed again was odd in of itself but Arrow couldn't help but smile at it all. Whatever it was that had the other so excitable had to be something major and that was enough for the hero to move himself to the edge of the bed, hands raised in mock defeat.

     "Alright, alright. Give me a second." It wasn't like the hero was tired or anything, but he did take just a little bit longer to slip on his shoes and shrug into his jacket than what was strictly necessary. It was only to draw out the suspense and nothing more. He was clueless as to the origins of his friend's current mood (he didn't follow much in the way of meteors or anything of the like) but far be it for him to ruin whatever it was that had his cherished friend in such a state.

     Had he been so bold, the hero would have almost said it was cute.

     "I assume this surprise is outside, yeah?" A dumb question, really. Why else would Char insist on shoes and a jacket for the both of them? Hopefully that was the case because that was where the hero began walking, out of his room towards the main area and out of the hatch, none the wiser about what was planned but holding a smile nonetheless.

     After all, spending time with Char, no matter the circumstance, had quickly become one of the hero's favorite hobbies. And he dared to think that he wasn't alone in that.

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    {➹} – THERE WAS SOMETHING about the green one settled oh-so-naturally on his lap that made the hero just a bit more daring than usual. It wasn't in terms of his usual thrill seeking, nor did it have anything to do with something of a like sort. It was something else entirely different. A curiosity, a desire really, mixed with an inherent need for knowledge. To know more about his friend, both in more personal manners and things the two hedgehogs had agreed upon not long ago. 

     Truthfully, Arrow hadn’t expected such a strong reaction from his friend but, then again, he supposed his question was rather abrupt. Perhaps payback for the times Char had asked certain questions of their own but with no sign of regret or malice on the hero’s face. No, the look that did come was one of amusement, a softness that bordered on sound fondness as his eyes met those of aqua. Whether Char wanted to admit it or not, that expression was downright adorable in the hero’s eyes. 

     Partnered with the obvious tail wags and blush? It sent the hero’s heart into a pleasant flurry. The answer and coy response that followed moreso, even if he had expected it.

     "S better safe than sorry, I think." Maybe not the most spontaneous of things, but the first of the hero’s concerns had already been laid to rest. Though he had to wonder if the reaction would have been the same if he had just taken the leap, if he had just closed the space between them in a meeting of the lips. Random, without warning; an indulgence. 

      Chaos, he was getting ahead of himself.

      In truth, the question had come for a few reasons. One of which had been the very aforementioned concern that maybe, just maybe, Char had wanted to be the only one to initiate their little gestures. That the hero asking was, for some odd reason, out of line or would scare the other. Clearly, that wasn’t the case. 

     Arrow had wanted to know that it wasn't a one sided thing, had wanted Char to know that there was a little more to it. That the hero wasn’t afraid of their new line in the sand, that he wouldn’t shrink away from it. That little by little he wanted to see what would become of it, even if he was keeping his main motives under lock and key.

     No matter how hard it was with each passing day.

     It made the hero wonder why he did this in the first place, why he would ask for something that resulted in the type of expression that only made him grow that much fonder. Why he insisted on poking at his little charade, wearing an ever-thinning hole in it despite the small sense of lingering disappointment that came with moments like this. A thought for later, as it always was. Something in hearing his friend claim that their shared affections needed no permission lit something in the hero. 

     “I know.”

     Far from a tease, at least not in that moment, the hero’s own hand came up to squeeze Char’s. A motion soon eclipsed by the hero patiently leaning down to agilely catch his friend’s lips with his own, in a kiss that would linger for a moment longer than any before and have the hero’s heart hammering away excitedly. 

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➤ Incorrect, Sir. | Accepting

↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked:📜 - For Char~!

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Char: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something. Arrow: Char, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

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➤ End of The Year | Accepting

↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: -End of the Year-

It's been a great year getting to know you better, and watching as our bois interacted over roleplay! I had a lot of fun developing Char's character more this year, especially in regards to Arrow and the many friends Char's made through his experiences in Arrow's zone.

Hoping that in the coming year I can develop more of Char's world and draw Arrow into the many shenanigans I have planned! (And I look forward to all of the things you have planned as well!) I know things have been slow and going for me in rp lately, but I have every intention of building our characters relationships and interactions further!!!

Thank you for being such a wonderful friend this year! Your support has been such a gift in my life, I can never thank you enough.

I'm really looking forward to seeing your journeys into art, and watching you create more wonderful pieces!

Thank you for being you, Tats! Here's to the next year!! <3

Manifesting positive things and happiness to come our way!

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I think at this point Arrow and I will happily go along with pretty much anything you have planned. It's been another busy year for us all, so we've all had to do what we had to do and I've been happy to support you this year when I could. Be it in supporting your art or giving you painfully awkward boys to work with.

And there will be plenty more to come this next year on my end for sure once work winds down a little bit. And boy does it need to wind down a bit because I feel like it’s making me grumpy more often than not and draining my social battery and tolerance like no other. I still have an event of my own to do after all, and other blog things but you know I look forward to seeing your part in it all play out and seeing what we accomplish next year. Together and on our own.

Here's to next year~ 🍵

P.S. Drink water.

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➤ Truth Is... | Accepting

↳ @a-bitter-resentment​​ asked: "Spill it... What happened the day I was freed from the prison... How did I...how did we get out?" Definitely a question a long time in coming. Before, Char wouldn't have been able to handle the answers. Especially if they revolved around so much as mentioning a particular Hyena. But now? He needed those answers. He needed to understand to better formulate a plan to fight back.

He was done running.

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    {➹} – THERE WAS A MOMENT of silence from the hero, an uncertainty despite the fact the words were already trying to spill from his mouth. He didn’t want to upset his friend with the recounting of that day but Char had been the one to ask. There had been no prompting from the hero, not subtle insinuations. This was Char’s question, and Arrow was the only one who had the answers the other was seeking.

     If Char wanted – needed – them, so be it.

     "That day...I went in alone t' get you out, there wasn't time t' grab anyone else. I...couldn't risk losing your energy signature.” It had been the only way the hero had been able to find his friend in the first place. That one glimmer, the one flicker, had been faint and there had been no chance for a proper team to be formed. Arrow still fully believed that, had he bothered gathering his team, Char wouldn’t be standing in front of him at that moment. He hoped, despite the recklessness of his choice, that it wouldn’t be held against him. “After that? It wasn’t all that hard t’ get int’ the prison, or finding someone who was...smart enough t’ lead me t’ you.”

     It may have been at the threat of an arrow to the brain, but it had worked like a charm. The wolf hadn’t put up a fight, had done exactly what the hero wanted. But that was where the trouble had started. 

     Even now Arrow remembered it all too well. How he had been trapped in a corner, how Char had come to his aid with a power and appearance that the hero had only seen one time after (and even then the loss of blood had made the event fuzzy). He still didn’t understand it, not what had happened back in the park nor that night in the prison cell. He had his theories but none of them seemed quite right, like there was still a missing piece that was preventing him from seeing the whole picture. A picture that, maybe, Char himself could shed some light on. 

     “I...don’t know what happened after that though. I found you but ended up on the wrong side of a firing squad. If it hadn’t been for you, I probably wouldn’t have made it out of there in one piece an’ I know I should be thankful for that but...” People had died, and no matter how cruel or vile they may have been, it always left a sour taste in the hero’s mouth. “Char...you destroyed that place an’ everyone in it in one go. Whatever you did caused that wing t’ explode and no one but you an’ I were left standing. At least...not until the reinforcements arrived.”

     And with them had been a pair of eyes that, to that day, the hedgehog couldn’t get out of his head. The anger that had been in the hyena's gaze, that hatred and interest that had been shown? That was the moment the hero knew that their fight wasn’t over. Even if he had gotten Char out, even if the two of them had gotten home, a part of Arrow knew he had made a dire mistake when he had let those in the prison see what he might have been capable of. His warning? It had been a double-edged blade. 

     “I think...he was there with them but they didn’t get t’ us, I wouldn’t let them. I guess even they knew better than t’ fight someone who had the wind on their side. They left an’ I got us out of there and back home.”

     From there Char undoubtedly knew the rest but there was still a concern in the hero’s eyes, an unanswered question that came in a gentle tone. “But you don’t remember any of it...do you?”

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↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: With the hero's dwindled energy, more days were spent indoors rather than out, and Char? While worried, he wasn't complaining. It gave room for more nights of cuddling, more days of domestic interactions, more time to spend with his best friend and learn more about him.

He still kept an eye on that wound, though it did seem to be healing, albeit rather slowly.

Today found Char lazing against the couch, idly carding his claws through Arrow's quills, his eyes shifting frequently from the television, down at the male in his lap, offering small, warm smiles and a tender, fond gaze.

"You tired? I know it's a little early, but we can put ya ta bed, if ya feel like yer about ta pass out~." Though he seemed perfectly content remaining as they were too, should Arrow not feel inclined to go to his room. "Or ya can stay right there. Either option is fine with me. It's...nice. Spendin' time like this with ya. Even if it was borne of yer injury."

Claws traced down an arm, over bandages, and found the hero's fingers where the pads of Char's digits stroked gently over the individual scars. He was tempted to link their fingers. Tempted to leave a peck to that upturned nose. There was a lot he was tempted to do, but he held it back...for now. That didn't mean the same could be said for him a day from now, hell, or even twenty minutes from now.

But this was comfortable. And he didn't want to potentially ruin it with his selfish desires to ask for more than just this. "Is the movie borin'? You've been starin' at me fer over half of it..."

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     {➹} – THE HERO HADN'T BEEN HEALING as fast as either of them would have liked but progress was still progress. In the wake of something so new and foreign, that was all the hero could have ask for. He hadn't had the slightest clue what he would have done if the injury had remained stagnant and without that headway, nor did he know how Char would have taken the news. Fortunately they didn't have to worry about a worse case scenario. Not this time.

     Besides, while never something he would have admitted out loud without prompting, and while he was going a bit stir crazy, the time with Char had been nice. Arrow could have done without the reasoning and concern, but he had come to enjoy their change of positions. Of being the one to take up residence on the green one's lap and the more tender moments between them. It brought a warmth to the hero's chest that was incomparable to anything else.

     Maybe, just maybe, he had been drifting off a little bit before Char's voice brought him back to wakefulness, and it wasn't long before the hero turned slightly to meet that gaze, something equally as fond in his own eyes even as he chuckled at the question and felt a flutter in his stomach at the last words. If Char was paying attention they may have even felt that slender, blue tail shifting beneath the hero.

     "I like it too, an' I don't plan on moving anytime soon, so get comfortable." Just to further his words, his quip, the hero settled into that lap just a little more, a smile playing on his lips as he just dared his friend to protest. A bold move, but one born of hidden emotions.

     There was no protest to the wandering hand, no protest to the tracing fingers. The hero was, at that moment, utterly content and the only thing that changed that, however slightly, was Char's observation, that question.

     It was a monumental effort that kept the heat from rising to the hero's cheeks – had he been that transparent? – and while somewhat hasty, there was shake of the head to follow.

     "No, it's fine...the movie, I mean." Smooth, really smooth. In truth he hadn’t been watching, or even listening to it at all. Too caught up in the sight of his friend in his peaceful state, too caught up in his own questions. Questions regarding himself, Char and the near future. Ones he was tempted to ask but held for the time being. Much like Char he didn’t want to ruin the moment, despite that desire for knowledge. "'M just...thinking, 's all. ‘S not like I can do much else at the moment being stuck inside an’ all, can I?”

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    {➹} – “HOW ADORABLE.” He expected nothing less from Harmony, frankly. Still, it made for a cute story in his eyes. Or maybe he was just a romantic, who knew?

#creeping a little | commentary #abitterresentment‌

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➤ Love Metre | Accepting

↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: 💗

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    {➹} – HE GAVE NO WORDS, just a happy incoherent grumble.

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➤ Too Sweet | Accepting

↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: [ laffy taffy ] do they like apple cider?

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    {➹} – “I DO, preferably warmed and spiced but there’s not many apple products out there I don’t like, honesty. At least when it comes t’ the natural ones.” It was another thing he only had in moderation, again thanks to the overall sweetness, but the hero still greatly enjoyed the drink. 

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➤ Baby Spice | Accepting

↳  @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: 💖

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How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Would they…

Make the first move? Yes | No

Say “I love you” first? Yes | No

Cheat on them? Yes | No

Be the jealous type? Yes | No

Plan the dates? Yes | No

Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No

Remember anniversaries? Yes | No

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

Do they stay together?

yes, this is endgame | yes but someone is gonna die tragically | something is keeping them apart | they part ways as friends | they part ways as enemies | they’re on-again-off-again | they have a super messy breakup | it was just a fling | other

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

Arrow calls Char 'Greenie' every now and again, but I can also see him calling them 'King' just for the reaction he may get. For Char I could see him using something food based (honey bun, blueberry) or just using 'Sunflower' since it's one of Arrow's favorite flowers.

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↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: "So? You an' Volt, huh?" A playful wink was given, a teasing air surrounding the fugitive as he casually threw a friendly arm about the hero's shoulders. When he spoke again, his voice was semi-hushed, as if to keep a secret.

"You know, if you two ever need ta 'get away' fer a few days, I can watch Harmony, right?"

(In regards to ya'lls precious ship!)

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     {➹} – WHILE HE HAD LAUGHED at his friend's gesture there was a very obvious note of pride about it as the hero beamed. Even if there was the faintest hint of embarrassment. Namely because he still, to that day, didn't know how he had gotten so lucky.

    "Yes, me and him," Arrow confirmed, feigning thought for a moment before making a nonchalant gesture, smile unwavering. "For about...six or nine years now, in fact. Just depends on which one of us you ask."

     That in itself was a bit complicated but the couple had long since decided that time didn't matter in their situation. They loved each other, had for a long time and still would as the years passed them by. They had their ups and downs, as all couples did, but there had yet to be a moment they hadn't come out stronger afterwards and he didn't see that changing anytime soon.

     A little puzzled at the lower tone, it seemed the hero at least understood the general sense of what the green one was getting at. "We might take you up on that one day, or rather Harmony might. I think she's more likely t' give us a few days t' ourselves than we are t' ask for them. She really is a good kid."

     If there was something else Char meant, it had flown over the hero's head. But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

#// arrow is clueless but the bois are precious~ #we found love right where we are | volt and arrow #he'll never make it as a follower | char #abitterresentment‌ #reading all the papers | asks

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↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: When Arrow would awaken this morning, he would find his tea already piping hot and ready for him, a breakfast (though perhaps partially singed) of eggs, unsweetened flapjacks, and an assortment of fruit set out alongside the tea, and a rather shoddily wrapped gift. It wasn't traditional by any means, no cake, no candles, no extravagant decoration of the area, but it was his best effort considering his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Char himself was seated atop a counter, legs dangling and kicking idly, waiting patiently for his friend to appear. He had taken every step to ensure that this day would be perfect for Arrow, whether he chose to spend it here with him in the base, or elsewhere with his other comrades. No matter what his choice, Char wanted to make sure the hero's start to the day was flawless and as easy as possible. 

 The fugitive wasn't used to celebrating something like this, so he could only hope he was making the right approach. The gift, sitting atop the table beside the food, was none other than a collection of many different flavors of tea, and a collection of his friend's absolute favorites as well, all tucked away within a box. Char's less practical gift though? He hadn't wanted to tear out any pages from his journal to present to the hero, so he'd purchased himself a slightly smaller sketch journal to draw in for the past month. But it wasn't filled with his own memories. No, not this time.

No, it was filled with their memories. Full drawings of Bolt flying over head, resting at the hero's side, picking at the treats Char had taken to giving her when she greeted them. There were images of Pyjamas, Ebony, the club, even pictures of the winter lights they had visited so many months ago now. Images of their happier moments, their tense moments, moments in which they had both revealed intimate details about themselves. Not a page was left untouched. The entire journal was filled to the brim, some pages unfinished sketches, and others decorated with mind blowing detail and obvious attention. The final page though, wasn't an image at all, but a scattering of words, Char having taken the time to ensure they were actually legible considering his chicken scratch was next to another language entirely with how terrible it could be.

~*~This gift is small, but I hope you can cherish this as much as I've cherished my time and memories with you. You have proven to be an invaluable friend in my life, and much, much more. I can't put into words (nor is there enough space on this page to express it) just how much your involvement in my life means to me. How much you've helped me, past, present, and I hope the future as well. I can only one day hope to offer you the very thing you've given so freely to me. You have given me aspirations, you have shown me that not everything is as terrible as it seems, that no matter how hard life can get, there is always something to look forward to in the end. And when things did get dark, you stood at my side and weathered the storm with me. I could never thank you enough.

May we make many more memories together, today, tomorrow, and forevermore. I see you. And I finally realize now, that you see me too.

Happy Birthday

-Chartreuse~*~

How Char had managed to keep this work in progress a secret all month was beyond him. Hiding anything from Arrow was incredibly hard considering their close quarters most days. But he'd finished it, and currently held it between his fingers to gift to the hero after finishing his morning meal, his expression exuding a great deal of nervousness.

His fingers toyed with the decorative ribbon wrapped about the journal within his palms, his gaze resting upon it's surface briefly before darting back toward the entrance to the breakroom, and the barely visible door to Arrow's bedroom. This was around the time he usually roused from bed, given he managed to find sleep that is. Freckled cheeks were already warming and a well of timidity and coyness overtook him when he heard the hero shuffling on the other side of said door.

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     {➹} – IT HAD BEEN ANOTHER sleepless night for the hero, but it wasn’t exactly unusual. Not for that time of year and definitely not for what the next day entailed. Frankly he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept the night before his birthday, and that in itself probably said something. It had little to do with the fact he was growing older, he was actually thankful for that given the handful of times he had been convinced he would never live to see his mid-twenties. Having reached thirty and beyond? It was nothing short of a miracle to him. 

    No, it had far more to do with what had happened in those thirty-three years. Things that seemed, and in some way were, a lifetime ago flooded back to him. His first fight with Robotnik, meeting Miles and Knuckles, the falling out with both of them following The Canyon. How that, of all things, had cemented the eventually repaired bond between him and the echidna, his gathering of The Freedom Fighters, their last fight with Robotnik. Chaos. It all came back to him as he stared at the ceiling with glassy eyes. 

     So lost in those thoughts Arrow hadn’t even noticed the sounds from the kitchen not twenty feet away. If he had he no doubt would have been curious as to what it was his friend was doing in there and not quite as surprised as he had been walking into the common room that morning. It was the very last thing he had expected. Char, the meal, the present. It took a few, honest moments for it all to register with the hero before a smile, a knowing smile had graced his features and he looked at his friend, brow raised in amusement. 

      “Did Kintobor tell you?” 

     While he knew it could have been a handful of people who had let the fact it was his birthday slip, the scientist (or the odd couple) did seem the most likely. That or Char had the most peculiar timing when it came to giving idle presents, but even Arrow didn’t think that was a coincidence. He was touched nonetheless by the display, the obvious effort his friend had put into the meal, but it certainly hadn’t stopped him from reverting to his usual, casual nature. Never one to be the center of attention, per usual. “You know you didn’t have t’ go through all this trouble, right? And please don’t tell me you plan on watching me while I eat.”

    The last part was a bit of a jest, an attempt to dispel the odd weight, for lack of a better word, the hero was picking up from his friend. This he had merely chalked up to Char not being a fan of celebrations of that nature, which made Arrow all the more appreciative his friend had bothered with anything of the sort at all. Char always did seem awkward when it came to giving, or getting gifts, which Arrow knew he couldn't rightfully judge them for given he was the same way, but seeing the package next to the meal, and having noticed the ribboned item in his friend's hands had piqued the hero's curiosity tenfold.

     Still, never one to let food go to waste the meal was his main focus for the time being. Singed or not, it was clear the hero enjoyed himself and may have been a tad jealous that his friend's skill had improved dramatically when his own had remained more or less stagnant. Something the hero knew they could fix together but decided to address later. After all, if Char wanted to practice via feeding the hero, the latter was hardly in a position to complain as evident by that morning.

     A hand was laid on the first present once the food had been, happily, consumed. A silent question that he soon got an answer to before gently opening the wrapping. If Char had any doubts his more practical gift had hit the nail on the head, Arrow’s expression likely dismissed any doubt then and there. The fact it was an assortment of his favorites? The smile the hedgehog had aimed at his friend could have lit up the darkest of rooms. 

     But he knew they weren’t quite done yet, still very aware of his friend’s odd behavior and he had a very strong feeling it had to do with the journal in Char’s hands. One the hero hadn’t seen before and, thus, had no idea what it contained or the very significance of it. Did he have an idea? Yes, but he still looked to his friend, calm but curious. A juxtaposition to his friend’s timidity and nervousness.

     As much as the hero wanted to question it, it seemed his friend had the ‘better now than later’ idea and had held the journal out for him to take before the words could form properly. The hesitation on the hero’s part in taking it was due to a concern that Char might have changed their mind at the last second, and the last thing the hero wanted to do was upset the green hedgehog. It wouldn’t have changed anything if Char had wanted it back, left the hero curious perhaps, yes, but it wouldn’t have been held against the other. 

     But, when no move was made to take it back, when Char had only seemed to fidget there where he stood in nerves, the hero, with careful fingers, had undone the small ribbon and opened the book.

     It never failed. No matter how often the hero saw it, no matter how often he looked back into that notepad still tucked safely away in his room or even saw Char working on them firsthand, the drawings would always leave the blue hedgehog breathless. Arrow had seen marvels a plenty in his time but there was something far more phenomenal about the pages before him that he could never put into words. In a way, he suspected his stunned silence may have been taken the wrong way as he flipped through one page, then another and another, but what the hero failed to voice out loud, his expressions exhibited perfectly.

     The joy, the realization...the adoration. It was all there, plain as day, and when he reached that last page, smiling at the still familiar handwriting, it had all shifted to something much more profound, much more moved. The drawings, the note...they were both so intimate in their own way and it wasn’t missed on the hero. How far they had both come wasn’t missed on him and it stirred something truly saccharine in the pit of his stomach as his eyes seemed fixated on the journal. 

     Good memories. Bad memories. All of them worth remembering.

     Their memories. In this hands, to be cherished forever.

     Arrow hadn’t meant to, he really hadn’t, but the hero could feel the familiar prick of tears in his eyes. The happy sort, ones he couldn’t fight realizing just how much he meant to his friend, and vice versa. Be it in an attempt to stop Char from seeing them, or to merely express his thanks in the best way he knew how, the hero had thrown his arms around his friend’s shoulders, journal firmly in hand and his grip on the green one following suit. He was happy. 

     “Thank you. For everything.”

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➤ Yours to Mine | Accepting

↳ @a-bitter-resentment​ asked: ▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest.

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    {➹} – HE COULD NEVER DESCRIBE IT, not really. Arrow didn’t know what brought them on, or if they were really even cause for concern but this was the first time that Char would have seen it in all its so called ‘glory’. Though even Arrow would admit this one was particularly...deep. They hadn’t been doing much more than sitting around the base, or standing in the kitchen in Arrow’s case since he had been tasked with making their tea for the evening which should have been a quick and easy task. And it would have been, had the hero not found himself spacing out while the water came to a boil.

     But it wasn’t normal, it never really was with him. He had no word for it, and he hardly ever realized it was happening until he snapped out of the trance a dozen or so minutes later. He would be there and aware one moment and then next, nothing. He was still conscious, still somewhat receptive but glassy-eyed and staring at some fixed point with a neutral expression. He didn't move, didn't react to anything; it was like his mind, his consciousness, had slipped into another world entirely and left his body behind.

     He didn't even hear the kettle whistle but it seemed that Char did and they would have turned to the kitchen to see the hero in his odd state. Yet, even a few iterations of his name had no effect, not even from that voice the hero cherished so much. It was perhaps why Char had done what he did, though it was unclear to the hero if it was the feeling of his friend's arms around him or the unintentional pain that flared in his side from the movement that snapped him back to reality. The hero drew a breath, blinking rapidly before the whole of the situation hit him like a brick. He was puzzled to come face to face with green fur, and more so when he saw aqua hues looking at him with palpable worry.

     It took a few moments for the hero to piece together what happened, and when he had his ears folded, albeit more sheepishly than ashamed.

     “Sorry...” He knew the one word wouldn't quite cut it but he had to pause to catch his breath, to slow down his frantic heartbeat that being so close to Char wasn't helping. Once he had managed somewhat, he offered a look of reassurance. “’M alright, I promise. It just...happens sometimes, that’s all. There's nothing t' worry about."

     It still didn’t appear to be enough but Char seemed willing to drop it even as he pulled the hero that much closer, against their chest and held on steadfastly. Arrow didn't understand it, he was okay after all, yet he didn't fight it either. He was a little frazzled, yes, but hearing his friend's heartbeat so near was calming in its own right. If that was Char’s intention all along, it was all too effective. 

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