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Ember was going to arts and crafts his way to victory.

With a grocery bag full of supplies, thanks to one very nice sun hunter, and a runestone to power the glue gun, he went on a quest.



He beamed, oblivious to the fact that he had a terrible temper, and no patience when it came to DIY.

Ember had flip flops on-- neon green, of course-- and a beach skirt that was actually some foraged curtain tied around his waist. He had a gigantic sun hat on-- the only hat he'd been able to bring, much to his chagrin-- and a sweater that covered his arms.

Clearly, he was not much a fan of the sun.

"Heyy~!" Ember called, running the last few feet towards Mik, who he recognized from the twitter icon. He managed to stop just short of careening into it, much to his own surprise.

"Woahh, look at this! Super cute castle. How long you been working on this anyway?"

It was halfway rhetorical, though, as Ember had already moved to go put his supplies on the table nearby, pleased with himself.

Ember let out a coo of adoration, and wondered what the castle might look like smashed, besieged by a wicked angel.

"How many princesses do you have?" he asked, approaching it and stopping short to admire it. "Can I be one?"

"Well," Ember said, returning to his bag to fetch a small towel, "I wouldn't be his daughter, but I'd still like to be a princess and stuff. They get the best crowns and jewels and dresses, and everyone gives them whatever they want, which I like a lot."

He spread it out next to the castle, grinning. "Does that mean you're the prince? Or do you want to like, be a princess too?"

"I would," Ember said, confident. "I would poison anyone I was forced to marry." He said this while beaming, scooping up a little sand for himself, building up a small little tower away from Mik's castle.

"My parents were never like that, they let me do whatever I wanted, however i wanted, whenever I wanted. They were very open like that."

He cast a green eye at Mik, grinning. "I could be your consort, then, if you'd rather. But you have to give me lots of jewels and finery and expect no marriage in return. That's how it works!"

Ember laughed. "Exactly! But like, I wouldn't poison anyone who didn't deserve it, you know? 'If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.' The fourth rule, and stuff."

Ember blinked at the boy, suddenly understanding of why he was so pristine and innocent. "Oh, I'm sorry." He reached a hand out to pat Mik's head, getting a bit of sand on him on accident. "Ah! Woops, like, my bad. That sounds really hard. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't do exactly as I wanted. I don't like not being able to visit places, but it's a price I can pay for like, meeting real live demons."

He sighed dreamily, distracted, before snapping to attention. "Oh? What would like, make me prettier? Are you a pretty in pink kind of boy? You'd look pretty cute in pastels too, if you wanted to like, try it. You'd be like a little doll!"