did you ever finish the oc story? i love them a lot
oh fuck, i did!
here:
It was Acamar's idea, of course.
It had been so excited about it, insisting on surprising the other two, and refusing to tell them what the big surprise was.
Rose had been less than optimistic.
"Being lured by a strange adult in a mask into the woods," He muttered bitterly. "Sounds fun."
"It's a veil, not a mask," Acamar said, its voice deep and grating and endlessly patient. "And I'm no stranger than you."
"Besides, what better things do you have to be doing?" Cilantro hissed by his side, and he jolted a little as the rodent slipped into pace with him. "You say you have been spending too much time inside, yes?"
"I could have messaged Noel. Or Glyphie and Cal. Hell, I could have just gone on a walk alone."
"But they cannot provide you with this much joy," Cilantro muttered, with what sounded like a rare hint of sarcasm. "An hour in the woods and you haven't stopped whining. Whine whine whine."
Rose opened his mouth to argue, but Acamar raised a hand, stopping dead in its tracks. "We're here."
Here looked to be a tiny clearing, with a campfire and a table with three chairs in the center. On the table was a little wooden case.
"Let me guess," Rose said, dryly. "There's a decapitated head in the case."
"No," Acamar sighed, exasperated. "It's a tea set. We're here for a tea party."
"I don't like tea," Declared Cilantro. "May I go home?"
"No," Snapped Acamar, grabbing the back of Cilantro's cape with one hand and Rose's hand with the other. "Let's go. Tea party time."
It sat them down at the table, daintily opening the tea set. It was lovely, very clearly Dawnish in origin, with elegant gold details on the cream colored set. Rose found himself impressed, despite his best efforts to be unmoved.
Cilantro seemed to feel the same. "Honeybee, how much did this cost you?"
"Oh, not much," Acamar shrugged, obviously lying. "It was just lying around, I'd figured I'd put it to good use."
It lit the campfire, setting a golden kettle over it and brought out a bottle of water, making a show of pouring it in.
Cilantro and Rose made eye contact.
"Mid life crisis." Rose mouthed.
"Senile." Cilantro breathed in the same second.
Acamar glanced at them, obviously having heard them, but it did nothing about it. What could it even say? It was more than twice Rose's age, and while they weren't exactly sure how old Cilantro was, it was likely a good bit older.
"So, what kind of tea do you guys want?" It rumbled, clapping its hands, although its gloves all but muted the gesture. "I've got green, black, chai, herbal…"
"Have you, by chance, any lettuce?" Cilantro asked.
"Lettuce… lettuce tea?"
"Yes."
Acamar looked between Cilantro and Rose, who shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "Um. No I don't think I do."
"Shame. I'll see myself out." Cilantro began to rise, but was grabbed by the cloak by Rose.
"I think the fuck not," The human snapped. "It's family time."
"Family?" The rodent spit the word like a slur. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Family is when there's a group of people who are usually related -" Acamar began, but was cut off by Cilantro practically hissing at it.
"I know what a family is, you stupid imbecile. I meant what Rosalyn meant by calling us a family."
"Well, it makes sense. Acamar is the dad. I'm it's kid. You're our pet rat-"
"-I am not a rat-"
"-Rose, be nice-"
"-I was joking, I was joking," Rose said, then, quietly: "Kinda."
"Wait, you see me as a father figure?" Acamar said, flattered, taking the kettle from the fire. "That's awfully sweet of you."
"Well," Rose shrugged. "I mean, it's whatever."
Cilantro huffed. "I am not a rat."
"Okay, you're my sibling then."
"I don't wish to be your sibling," Cilantro said, firmly. "I wish to be disconnected from this inane house play."
"Too late," Acamar said, removing the whistling kettle from the fire. "I'm your father now."
Cilantro's tail thrashed unhappily, but the rodent didn't say anything as Acamar poured some water into a tea pot.
"I'm just going to make some green tea, if either of you want anything different-"
"Wait, I want chai-" Rose said, abruptly.
"-You can keep your mouths shut." Acamar finished. "We just need to let this brew for a few minutes."
"Have you brought any grain?" Cilantro said, teeth clicking as bulging yellow eyes searched the table. "As a snack."
"Yes, I do. A bag of barley for you, a box of biscuits for me and a tub of raspberries for Rose."
"You really thought of everything, didn't you?" Rose said, impressed.
"Well, it is a special occasion."
Immediately both Rose and Cilantro froze, staring at each other. A special occasion? Surely it couldn't be Acamar's birthday, that was in the Autumn.
Right?
"You've forgotten, haven't you," Acamar says, and it doesn't sound disappointed or even surprised. "Both of you."
"Happy-" Cilantro starts, before falling silent again. "Merry-?"
Acamar laughs, pouring the tea into their cups, adding a dash of cream and a single sugar to its own. "Think hard. What is it today?"
"It's… Tuesday?" Rose asks.
"Wrong, it's Wednesday. What else?"
"It's… August 3rd?"
"And what happens next week?"
"Goblin City school starts?" Rose guessed.
"And what did we do last year to celebrate your last week of Summer?"
Rose snapped, sitting upright. "We went to the river bank in Sanctuary and found Cilantro."
Cilantro looked up from lapping at the tea like a dog to blink at them. "Me?"
"Cilantro, it's your birthday!" Rose beamed at his friend, who's nose twitched in confusion.
"It is not, my birthday is in the month of May-"
"It's the anniversary of us finding you," Acamar said, softly. "It's your… your found day."
"I was found before then," Cilantro mutters, but both of them spot the blush crawling up furry cheeks. "I do not need coddling."
"Let us celebrate," Rose said, exasperated. "You've made the last year a hell and a half, you owe us."
"Well here is not where I want to be either-!"
Acamar leaned in, pressing it's lower face to the top of Cilantro's head with an audible "Mwah!" and the rodent's mouth snapped shut.
"We're happy you're here," Acamar said, softly, gathering Cilantro in its arms and squeezing. "Thank you for everything."
Rose stood too, rubbing his knuckles against Cilantro's head and laughing as he was snapped at. "Yeah, for real. You really do mean a lot to us."
Cilantro blushed a little deeper, muttering something in Spanish and wiggling halfheartedly, but ended up giving in.
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