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ekezable · 2 years
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Elara Merandus doesn’t like this element.
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slowdownurdoingfine · 7 years
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Thomas: hi, I'm Thomas and you are?
Maven: not as straight as I thought I was.
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ekezable · 2 years
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I imagine Maven as someone who skipped a lot of classes during his military training because
1) he hated fighting,
2) he sucked at it,
3) Thomas.
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ekezable · 3 years
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slowdownurdoingfine · 7 years
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Hi, Could you do a maven one-shot about him being a misunderstood boy and regretting his decision about Mare.
Anything to get out studying, sure! 
Maven looked around the empty, white room. Everything he wanted he had, things he had been dreaming for since three years old. But was it really what he wanted? Or was it what his mother wanted? Looking down at his pale hands, his uncut black as night curly hair falling over his eyes. With his mother dead, the voices out of his head he had time to try and unravel the twisted web of lies and mistakes called his mind. He tries to think of the boy that grounds him, the bright red who had such a long life ahead of him cut short. It was his fault he was dead wasn’t it? If he has just stayed away, he would be alive. The wave of regret and pain reminds him that he is here. The Calore brother hates to admit it, but any feeling it is a good feeling. For his 17 years in the world he felt numb, but with his mind free anything other then numb is amazing. Then a specific girl flashes in his eyes, the girl he marked, who he loved. Mare. She fell from the sky, fell into his life. He had gotten in to deep, his mother had tried to erase the feelings from him but nothing would help. Just like Thomas- he winces at the very thought of his name. His first kiss, his first love. Maven stands pushing the mess of curls out of his icy blue eyes, hands falling to his side. He takes another glance around the barren room, is this what his mind is like? Maybe he is too damaged, maybe he could never be fixed. His whole life he has been a puppet almost no actions his own. His mother- no- Elara was dead. He had his mind. All he had to do was unwind the mess, fix himself. Do it for him, do it for her. Do it for Cas, the brother he could never love, the brother he looked up to, the brother he never wanted to kill. Swiftly walking to the crown resting on the empty bedside table of his, Maven picks it up. He can feel the metal burning in his flaming hands until it is nothing more then a puddle of silver at his feet. Maven Calore was no longer a puppet, and this action was his something he could hold onto. A step in the right direction.
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slowdownurdoingfine · 7 years
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Maven: *going to get something* bi Thomas!
Thomas: /:
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