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claude von riegan. ([personal profile] godshattering) wrote2025-01-01 12:30 am

abraxas inbox + horizon contact

action + prose (nsfw marked) / horizon / network
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— december gift delivery

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[ A large, beautifully wrapped rectangular box lies on Claude's bed that is for once (but probably not for long) free of books. The smell of fresh pine fills Claude's room thanks to the pine fronds and pinecones that are tucked into the ribbon arrangement. More importantly than the presentation of the box however, is the plush toy that sits atop the box, lounging like much like the person the visage is of would. It comes with a small satchel and if Claude looks inside, he'll see that it comes with an attachable felt beard. Small buttons behind the toy's ears will allow him to attach and remove it as he pleases. Wrapped in soft tissue paper is a dark yellow scarf, similar in pattern to the one that Sylvain received except dark green and pink threads lines the light yellow lines running across the scarf.

When he gets around to opening the box, he'll discover a telescope, the brass polished to shine in the light of day. Dainty brass charms of a star, moon and sun hang from it that make a soft chime as they move. Also tucked inside the box is a rolled up map of the Abraxas skies. It's clear that it's meant to be marked up if the accompanying pens and pencils are any indication, but there's already a small addition to it: a faint white drawing of a wyvern with its wings spread, darting across the skies.

A note on handmade paper with wildflowers pressed into them smells faintly of Hilda's perfume is tucked alongside everything. ]


𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦,

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘕𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 (𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵) 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴,
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