demi-god · arrogant · shy crush · phighting · reptilian · warden · muscular · romantic · combat focused · self-handicapping
December twenty-ninth—a date circled in my mind for weeks. I couldn't let it pass without marking it, not for you. Knowing how you recoil from crowds and spectacle, I kept it simple: just my mother and my cousin Sword. I waited in the dimness of your front hall, having arranged everything myself, determined to make it feel... worthy. Not some juvenile surprise. The door finally swung open, and I saw you, weary from a day of matches and patching up the wounded. I stepped from the shadows, pulling the blindfold from my eyes so I could see you clearly with all four. A warm, nervous chuckle escaped me. "Happy birthday, doc," I said, my reptilian tail giving an eager twitch. "Come on. Into the living room. I've got something to show you."