March 2025
“Come on in,” said Livie, swinging open the door that had been decorated with several sparkly starburst wall decals. If they’d wanted to be all secretive or something, maybe they should’ve met somewhere that wasn’t the Bell house, but in Livie’s room at least they didn’t have to worry about a random Mauvian or sibling showing up to interrupt them.
At least, mostly.
Her bed had one pink blanket and one fuzzy lavender one, and plenty of plushies. She’d even DIY-ed a canopy thing with fairy lights. With company coming, she’d actually made the bed for once, so it looked all cute. Her work table on the other wall was a hot mess of fabric and beads, but whatever. She’d tried.
“Look, I got something to make you feel at home,” she said, bouncing over to one of the shelves before she coming back to Zeb. She handed him a tiny leopard plushie.
Then she bounced over to sit cross-legged on her bed.
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The thing Zebulon knew when he stepped into this room compared to the rest of the house was that he stepped into Livie’s home. The general Bell House felt a bit more … universal. Not in a way that wasn't homey, but it was a way that was particularly more comfortable. He had noticed, in his visits, from the peeks he had gotten into the other rooms that those seemed much more personalized.
There was another room that looked quite cozy but much more understated, there was a door that was ajar that led to a room with a large mirror and a canopy bed, in the basement there was a large lab that clearly belonged to the Mauvian, and then there was this room. Plushies, canopy of lights, colourful blankets – this absolutely felt like a room that would belong to Livie. That included, honestly, the leopard plushie.
Zebulon, for his part, easily took it.
“Well, thanks for the invite,” he grinned, tucking the leopard plushie under his arm. “I've been to your house a few times but it was mostly to help Teeg, I admit.” And Teegan didn't live there anymore.
His room has been considerably less customized, but his room has been intended to be temporary. It just… hadn't been, in the end. The memory was something Zebulon shoved down as he moved toward her on the bed.
“Mind if I sit here, or would you rather me go find a chair?”
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Livie grinned as he took the stuffed leopard. She loved having friends over! She liked talking to Zeb as Promethei out in the park, sparring or whatever, but at this time of year it was all snowmelt and muddy grossness out there. This was better.
Plus, if they wanted snacks, the kitchen was right down the stairs.
“Nah, sit on the bed,” she said. “I mean, the chairs are nice and stuff,” she had a fuzzy pink beanbag in one corner and a more practical (but still pink) desk chair for work stuff, “But sitting on the bed together is where the best gossip would happen if this was, like, a movie or something.”
Zeb didn’t quite look like the teenage girls who usually gossiped in movies, but that was on them. They were missing out on variety. He was great at this.
“So how’s the husband squad?” she asked, polite but kind of sing-song. A second passed before she asked the real question. “Was Cryo nice to you?”
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Zebulon easily took the spot next to her on the bed, leaning back toward the head rest. Those chairs looked comfortable, sure. He always liked the beds better for conversation.
He did have to quickly bury a thought about other things he used beds for in conjunction with the mention of his husbands, though. “Oh, they're doing pretty good. Toby’s up to something,” he swatted at the air flippantly, almost inviting her to ask. He could tell, though, by the way she followed up that one question was likely the bigger concern.
He’d address that, too.
“Cryo was a bit, well,” he snorted, “let's just say gobsmacked I was who I was. Chased him out of a park I knew a lot of my students hung out in before. Didn't realize I'd recognize him.”
The amusement didn't quite leave his eyes as he continued with, “He's cute though.” Cute definitely felt like the right word. Nervous, overthinking. In some ways, Cryolite reminded him of a less-comfortable-with-himself Tobias. Seemed like they would get along well.
Maybe they would get to, later on.
“He aimed one of his attacks at me out of a nervous instinct, I think.” Promethei didn't seem bothered by that, though.
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Livie pulled her knees in to her chest as soon as Zeb started talking. She hadn’t brought up any snacks, not yet, but there was just something about how it went when they were together that made it feel like she should have some popcorn or something.
“Tobias?” she asked, leaning a bit closer. She liked Tobias! Teegan was her original friend, of course. They’d helped each other get out of the Negaverse and everything, and now he was her priest. Zeb was getting to be one of her besties now, too. Still, even though she’d only talked to Tobias a couple times, she already thought he was the best ever.
He’d always been nice to Teegan, for one thing. “Did he ever end up buying that ring?” she asked, and then paused. Had that been supposed to be on the down low?
Whatever.
She did puff her cheeks out as he talked about Cryolite, though. They’d fought before? Yeah, that made stuff a little more awkward. “Look, you gotta do what you gotta do if he’s draining energy or something,” she told him. “Like, even now. He knows that stuff’s not okay. Sorry if it was awkward, though. He gets a little prickly when he’s nervous.”
She’d only see that part of him come out a little, mostly when they were worried about Fulgurite, but it was a thing. She knew it.
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Oh, so Livie did know some of this one. It made sense, though. For a while, Tobias was the only one really talking to Teegan. Made sense that she and Tobias would get to talking as well. Did she know about him being a knight as well?
Zeb would ask about that one once they got past the juicier gossip. “Oh, yeah. He eventually told me about it. Imagine you knew first.” There was no mistaking the giddiness in his form as he leaned in and bounced just slightly in place. “Think he's gonna pop the question soon. He won't tell me or Dise, but we can tell he's acting a little silly.”
Tobias had this one on his mind for a while, Zebulon knew. It was in the way he talked, walked, chatted, took special time to figure out things about Teegan that he knew they all knew but perhaps not in that specificity-
“But we can get to that in a bit. Can tell you're worried about Cryo. He was a bit prickly until I wore him down a bit.” Zebulon glanced upward toward the sparkling lights of the bedroom canopy. “I think he's just confused, honestly. Too much going on around him and in his mind. Lots to mentally escape.”
He was pretty sure there were other things he could offer, but Zebulon wanted to make sure that both he wasn't crossing any boundaries, and that Cryolite was actually going to purify. Until he could be sure of either, he had to be ready to act like Cryolite was an enemy.
As she said, even now.
After all, her other potential partner was the same, wasn't it? Her ex? That got messy. At least they hadn't tried to kill each other yet-
He idly picked up a rounded objected nearby he could use to demonstrate something like pouring. “Think I got through to him, though.”
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“Of course I knew first,” Livie said, like it was obvious. “The whole reason he was trying to talk to me about rings in the first place was ‘cause he wanted to cheer Teegan up back when you and Dise were still being. Y’know.” She tapped her fingers against the fuzzy violet throw. “Grumpy.”
Why Teegan had been living here in the first place. They didn’t need to rehash all that, though.
“How does that work, exactly?” She asked instead. Zeb always seemed to like answering her questions about this stuff. “Like, engagement? You guys are already the husbands, right? It’s like, a whole thing.”
Maybe not legally, with Teegan being a priest and all, but close enough.
Rings were still nice, though. If she ever got married, she’d want her spouse to give her all the rings. All of them.
But she couldn’t marry anyone if they were still Chaos, huh?
“Yeah, Sadie said he was feeling kinda stressed and confused by some stuff. I agree, based on what he’s said to me.” It was hard to watch, when there was only so much she could do while she was waiting for him to take the plunge.
Especially after what had happened with all the other boys.
“But he specifically asked to meet you, so I’m glad you were able to get along.”
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She brought up a point that gave him a moment's pause, yanking his mind back from other thoughts. “It is a whole thing.” Could Teegan get married? He supposed there was nothing holding him back from it legally, separation of church and state and all. And he had walked away from the Vatican itself. Nothing held him to their rules.
He supposed it was no big thing other than it actually being a big thing legitimately-
Teegan was going to take this well, right?
“Making it official, really. It's so Teegan and Tobias both have people they're tied to in the way Dise and I are tied to each other. Makes sure there's someone there,” in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as it were-
It was why it would be better if Livie could talk one of these boys into actually being there for her in any case. “He asked for me specifically! Really!” Perhaps that was why he was able to ease him into the magic as quickly as he was. Then again, he was pretty sure Cryolite was ready to crumble right then and there if given the option. “Imagine he didn't like the surprise that it was me, of all people.”
Zeb snorted. “It's okay, pretty sure I could take him down pretty easily.” He digressed- “But have I told you how my magic works? Got him talking a bit.” He tilted the item he held toward the edge of the bed. “Made him think in ways he wasn't able to in the murk.”
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“Yeah, that makes sense, I guess,” said Livie with a nod. “There’s, like, some legal stuff attached to it.” It was nice for them that there were four of them, then, so that they could each have someone with spouse rights for hospital visits and whatever. It was something you had to think about when you were soldiers, the way that all of them were.
The thought hit her about how that would work if there were three of you. Like, you couldn’t split up into two couples then. One of you would always have to be left out.
She didn’t know why that thought made her breath catch, like she was at risk of starting to cry, just like that.
It wasn’t like they were even a trio anymore. Maybe they never had been.
She wasn’t gonna think too much about that. Teegan. Tobias. Yeah. “You should tell me when it happens. If they have a whole ceremony or whatever, I wanna go!” She smiled through everything, which was a little easier when thinking about her friends.
Or when thinking about Cryolite, even though that still got a little bit complicated.
“Hey! You know if you take him down you will have to fight me about it,” she told him, crossing her arms as good as she could from her curled up position. She didn’t mind Zeb scaring him off if he was draining or something, but from their spars she knew he could get pretty intense about the whole fighting thing. So he had to know that Cryo was under her protection.
She glanced at the empty unicorn mug he was picking up off her night table. “No, I don’t think you showed me your magic before,” she said, the curiosity winning out as she leaned forwards. “What’s it do? What did he say?”
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“Exactly.” Zebulon noticed the way Livie’s breath caught, and watched her carefully as he continued to talk. “Plus Toby’s a bit of a hopeless romantic – Teeg is too, in some ways. I think it'll go over well. Which is to say, absolutely. Don't think you wouldn't be invited, honestly.”
… Especially considering Teegan had always had a big sphere of acquaintances at most, but that was as Elliot. His circle had shrunk quite a bit after his purification. Then, though, he had given up his entire life. Chaos was cruel, in a lot of ways.
Cruel in ways that wouldn't even let someone go after they left. Zebulon imagined that was something that Cryolite was going to have to confront, too. Any friendships he has built in Chaos would be dashed.
But in some ways it would be a necessity.
Zebulon shot Livie an ear-splitting grin. “Oh, I know. Don't worry.” He glanced to the side, snickering quietly as he added, “Don't think he'd complain about the takedown, in any case.”
Cryolite’s impression around him swung from absolutely indignant to mousey and nervous for more than one reason. And he had been right, on their first meeting, to call out that Promethei was hitting on him. Honestly, Cryolite made it too easy, which made it delightful. To know this was the same man he chased out of the woods-
He tipped the mug as if there was liquid in it while he glanced back toward her. “Oh, and my magic? Mercury decided to gift me with something of a truth-telling serum. Is it useful in battle? Not necessarily, but it sure eases people into telling me what they're really thinking.
Including your boyfriend, actually.” Zebulon finally set the unicorn cup back down. “Said he just wanted to be happy again.”
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“I’ll make sure to think of a super fun wedding gift,” siad Livie, already brainstorming. Handmade clothes were her go to, but she could think of something more creative if she had to.
Her mind was more on Cryolite at the moment, though. Especially since, like, this had been supposed to be a serious conversation, but Zeb was over there grinning at her like that.
“He wants to be happy? That’s good. I really, really hope he takes the steps to go through with all of it, ‘cause all of us can help him a lot more with rebuilding a life and happiness after that, you know?”
It was probably time for her to talk to him again. That was a later problem, though. Right now, she turned to face Zeb head on.
“But back up a step. You’re not gonna get away with whispering stuff like that in my bedroom, just ‘cause you try to get me off topic with purification info.”
It had her flustered enough that she couldn’t sit still. She shifted back up to her knees, hands on her hips, looking him in the eyes. “You think he’d enjoy getting taken down?” It was an accusation. She was saying it like an accusation. “You’re not thinking about or doing weird stuff with my boyfriend are you?”
She exhaled and came back down to a seat, but still didn’t exactly look relaxed. “I mean, sorry. We talked about it a lot, we figured out that it’s not weird. But, like, that’s my boyfriend.”
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“Agreed, honestly.” There were things he wanted to show to Cryolite or even talk to him about that he just wouldn't do with the side division. Zebulon didn't trust Chaos at all and especially didn't trust the Negaverse, but Livie trusted this one and it didn't seem misplaced. Cryolite was a good guy under all of that, just… nervous.
And also some other things, honestly. Other things that Zebulon might've been able to do something with if Livie hadn't suddenly gone from being relaxed to alarmed at his minute hint of flirtations.
She was accusing him. His expression shifted to an even more devious grin, as was his tendency, before he shook his head rapidly to take himself out of his trollish euphoria. Right. She was upset. Maybe.
She relaxed. Zebulon shifted.
“Ah, I mean, if he's interested. I think he might like it in some lights.” He couldn't quite deny that he thought Cryolite might've been interested, but maybe he was reading too much into the candor of his nerves. But there was another dimension there. “And I suppose if you're okay with it.” Zebulon gestured toward her.
“I understand I'm pretty open with who I sleep with, but it's gotta be consensual on all sides, y'know?”
If Livie was absolutely against it, it wasn't like he couldn't find other men-
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“You’re not saying it was a joke,” she said, the immediate fluster and defensiveness melting and being replaced with a second of- nothing, really. Her usually nonstop internal monologue just fizzled out, like a computer getting rebooted. She blinked. “And now you’re asking me if it’s okay with me if you sleep with my boyfriend.”
It caught up with her a second later. She made a noise that was like a very drawn out high pitched squeak. Her face was obviously burning red, and she collapsed face first into a pile of pillows.
“I’m. I dunno I don’t think I’m against it?” she finally managed, voice heavily muffled by pillowcase. “Just. You?” She turned enough that she could half glance at him with one eye. “Him? Like I know I said you guys should talk, but I wasn’t expecting this at all.”
You’re kinda old, she actually had enough of a filter not to say. Although, it wasn’t like age always mattered that much once everyone was adults. She knew, like, Luke had a thing going on with Michelangelo, and it bothered some of the others to think of their dad being involved like that. It hadn’t bothered Livie as long as she didn’t have to know any details.
This could be kind of like that, maybe. Maybe.
Her head was still spinning.
“But, like,” she paused, squeezed her eyes shut. She was blushing so much that her face was hot and tingly, but she was also an adult in a relationship with someone who wasn’t ace and she was gonna have to deal with this stuff sometimes. “He wants to be happy, he said. I want him to be happy. Part of a happy life for him might be, like, sex or whatever.” She buried herself fully back in the pillow. “And I’m not gonna be able to do that. I just can’t.” And he might not even want that from her, anyway.
“So I’ve always been cool with him getting that other places, and, like,” she went quiet for a second. “Honestly, it probably would be good if it was you. Like, I trust you to be kind to him.”
The part where she was talking into a pillow probably ruined the tender moment, but she did mean it from the bottom of her heart.
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“Yeah, that's what the question is.” Zebulon snorted, though it was quieter than his usual guffaws. “Provided I'm not misreading the situation entirely, anyway.”
But he would give her time to process that. He'd even give her time to decide if it was a yes or no! He would understand, either way. It was a thought that has crossed his mind due to how responsive Cryolite had been to the various flirty ways Promethei positioned himself, and honestly? Perhaps it would be something that could help. “But yeah, me.”
Perhaps. He didn't know the full story, but he did know there was something that Livie wasn't comfortable providing Cryolite, from what she was saying. Honestly, maybe that made him a good fit. He was, however, fairly sure this conversation was going to turn Livie into a miniature sun.
That was adorable.
Zebulon snickered. “I mean, like I said, as long as you're alright with it. Won't even give you more details than you specifically ask for.” He leaned back. “But I'll be kind to him, promise. Already promised him patience if he purifies and forgets everything we talked about.”
Should he mention the recording he kept, in case it would help Cryolite later?
… Probably keep that one to himself.
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She’d give Zeb credit for not cracking jokes or pushing to get her even more embarrassed when he totally could have. Instead, he was being sweet. Like, thoughtful, too. She took a couple of deep breaths.
Eventually, she rolled over and flopped on her back, marginally less red.
“Yeah,” she managed. “That’s why I trust you with this, y’know? Not just that,” she brushed past the topic quickly this time, though she hadn’t exactly stopped blushing, “But, like, why I asked if you’d talk to him about stuff in the first place, when he was asking me about support systems and stuff.”
It was why Zeb was up there with Sadie, even over someone like Ignacio.
“The more we, like, hang out and stuff, the more I know that, like, you like to joke around, and you flog people or whatever,” which, mentioning that didn’t seem to get embarrassed anymore, “But deep down you pretty much just want people to feel taken care of. And, like, that’s really important when this happens.”
She rolled over onto her arm, finally looking fully at Zeb again. “And the memory loss is gonna suck. He’s gonna need us.” She’d been more worried about getting him to the purification point than about dealing with the aftermath, but at this point it was probably something she could think about a little.
“Like, I survived. Teegan survived. We found happiness again and stuff. Don’t make it less weird and hard, though.”
She bit her lip, thinking for a second. “And if he keeps his civilian memories, he’s gonna remember who Fulgurite is under the mask, but he’s not gonna remember me.” It turned out someone else’s memory loss could suck for you, too.
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“The memory loss is a bear,” Zebulon snorted at his own joke when he added, “and not a bear like me. For one, it's not wearing enough leopard print. But I have seen Teegan's notes. He expected to lose us entirely.” Us to mean himself and his other two husbands, sure, but also her and what friends he had managed to make throughout his life. “He lost the memories of his agent life for the most part, but that just meant he was thrust into a war as a squire with hardly any doggone idea of what was going on.”
And two husbands who refused to speak with him at all on top of that. Perhaps Teegan had been lucky to end up with Tobias and also at the house with the Bells and specifically Livie.
Hindsight was twenty/twenty. Diryas had been wrong. He had always been wrong.
Had Zebulon?
He buried the question under a sigh. The memory loss was going to suck. There was no way around that. Zebulon could shoot her a grin, though. “Honestly, glad you trust me to help. Through all of it. Perhaps Teegan didn't take down enough notes and you didn't have the chance to take any at all, but…” he glanced up, before glancing back to her, “he does have time. Why not convince him to take down more notes of his life? Make it so he remembers more, even if it feels disconnected?”
Unsaid: if Cryolite didn't remember his powered life, he'd have written reference as to who she was. And, of course, she was right there.
“He seems like a bookish type.”
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“Wait, is a bear, like, what your little animal sidekick would be in a cartoon?” she asked, getting distracted by the offhand comment. “Or, like, your thing? Like me being a butterfly? It kinda fits, I might’ve guessed leopard, but,” she shrugged. He had the big, sweet and protective vibes for sure. “I could make you a headband, with the little bear ears.”
Although she found herself shaking her head at his suggestion about the notes.
“I mean, I see where you’re coming from. He’s a book nerd for sure.” They always hung out in the libraries. “And he might get into it. Maybe too into it.”
She looked down at her pastel pink fingernails and sighed.
“I don’t want him to get started on some other project that makes him, like, procrastinate on all this. I don’t want him to get cold feet about it and then he like, upgrades or something and it’s even harder to get him out.” She’d been there. She’d experienced that.
“I sent him to you guys ‘cause he wasn’t quite ready, he wanted to figure out his emotions or whatever and maybe make sure he was doing stuff for the right reasons? Which, like. Fair.” She couldn’t give someone too hard of a time for sticking the Negaverse out for a few more months when she’d apparently been doing it for years.
“But it seems like he’s getting there if he’s talking to you like that. I just wanna make sure I can get him out. Deal with the rest after.”
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Zebulon couldn't help the way his face contorted in every way to make sure he wasn't outright snickering at her enthusiasm about him having a bear sidekick. It was cute, he'd give her that. It did also show him that perhaps he needed to explain something a bit further. “I mean, that would be cute.”
It would be.
“But I mean a bear in gay culture – that's usually a term used for hairy gay and usually overweight men.” He gestured to himself. “A bear. A headband might be cutely on the nose.”
It was interesting that she was rejecting his suggestion of taking notes. Perhaps he just needed to keep Cryolite talking and secretly recording him, then. By the same token, he could see her point. She didn't want him to become obsessive about it to the point where he used it as an excuse. The guy already had enough excuses not to leave. Sounded like he was using his ex as a crutch at this point.
“Upgrading does entrench you harder. I think it's part of what probably alerted Teeg to how bad it all was, but it was probably also harder to tear him from that.” Did Elliot ever have the temptation to not leave at all once they locked him in the bathroom? A good question they'd never have an answer to, he supposed. “But I don't think he's quite in danger of that yet. If he's so uncertain, how much is he helping his team?”
Maybe too much among the uncertainty. Then again, maybe not at all. Promethei didn't have a view into that.
“But maybe there's a way to use the note taking to get him more determined to leave. What if you propose it as something he should do with only a week left, or something like that, in case people start getting suspicious? Give him something to focus on with a deadline so that gives his anxiety something else to focus on instead of needing to abandon his life.”
Zebulon shrugged, leaning back on the pillows. “A thought, anyway. He's absolutely getting there, he just needs some push.”
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“Yeah,” said Livie with a little shrug, noncommittal, about how Zeb was still saying she should push the note thing to Cryolite, maybe with a time limit or something. She still didn’t agree.
Was part of it ‘cause she hadn’t had notes and she survived? Maybe. But mostly it was just because she was so, so tired of losing these boys to deeper and deeper Chaos.
She didn’t say that to Zeb, though. This wasn’t supposed to be the kind of sleepover where she ended up crying on him. She didn’t even totally know how he’d react to that, and she didn’t feel like finding out.
She just wasn’t gonna mention it to Cryolite, that was all. And if she got heartbroken ‘cause he forgot her? She’d deal with it, the same way she dealt with everything else. She’d keep smiling.
“I could still give you a bear headband,” she said instead. “Like, for pride?”
A moment passed. “So, like, what animal does that make me?” she asked. “If I’m a short bi girl?”
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It didn't really miss his notice that she quickly swapped subjects back to the bear topic. Zebulon would let her have it, this time, though he did quirk a brow at her anyway, making it obvious he did catch that.
Maybe he'd bring it up separately, if he ran into Cryolite again. Maybe Cryolite would think of it himself. He seemed like the type to obsessively document things. He might have even done so before.
“I mean, I always take more pride gear,” and that, in itself, was true. Zebulon always decked himself out for pride. It was advantageous in some ways the timing of the month; Zebulon could always dress truly however he wanted without hearing it from the dean–
Did bisexual girls have a set animal, actually? The transformative aspect of butterflies usually meant they were associated with trans people, so Zebulon couldn't cite butterflies necessarily. He clicked his tongue as he thought about what he had seen associated with bisexuality. “I don't think there's any blatant animal associations the way gay men have things like bears and otters, but I've seen birds, dolphins, penguins, sometimes foxes?”
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“Those are cute animals,” Livie said, although she didn’t quite seem to latch onto any of them. Dolphins and foxes were, like, kawaii girly classic animals. She didn’t know if they were really her favorites, though. Or, like, even if they were that strongly associated with pride stuff.
She was pretty sure she’d heard of the bear thing in passing before, now that she thought about it.
“Asexuals are dragons, that one’s pretty fun,” she said. She didn’t know if she was quite a dragon girl either, at her core, but she could make it work for the vibes. Especially if it was, like, a purple ace colored dragon. “Means I’m magical, right?”
She wiggled her fingers at him, relieved that they’d properly gotten away from any weird subjects.
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Zebulon would admit he was amused that she so quickly launched into something completely different. She had chosen pride gear, at that; Livie knew what he knew well. He didn't necessarily have a perfect answer for her, but for her that didn't seem to matter.
It wasn't about Cryolite anymore.
“I mean,” he shrugged, “you are a magical girl, in a magical world. A magical mythical creature would fit well. There's even a whole variety of dragons you could attach yourself to. Since they're mythical, you can do a lot with them.”
Maybe even one with butterfly wings-
“Easy to see you with one, in any case.”
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“Yeah, I’ll be a dragon,” she told him, her wiggly fingers going still in the shape of more defined claws. “A cute one. In bi colors.” Pink and purple and blue? Yeah, that checked all the boxes.
See, if she mixed her symbols right, she could get it to work out really well for her.
“Hey.” She jumped up from her mattress all at once, the way she often did. “You’ve been here for a little bit. You ready for some snacks? Like, the good kind.” Obviously Livie’s room had stashes of candy and stuff around, but she had something better in mind.
“The downstairs kind. I think there’s some pie in the fridge.”
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He knew that Livie was done talking about the problem that was her boyfriend not purifying. There was a temptation to push on it and see where that would go.
He didn't.
Perhaps it was better to not make her lock up. The boyfriend would hopefully purify in time, and perhaps if Promethei ran into Cryolite again he could offer some ideas of his own. Something to get him thinking about purification more, at least–
“Wait, you said pie?” Zebulon, for all of his calm as a cucumber behaviour, suddenly seemed acutely interested. “What kind?”
Did it actually matter?
“Alright, I'm down. Let's get some of the pie.”
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