<div style="text-align: left">[bcolor=transparent]Wren just sighed and shook his head. He wasn't sure if Octavian would actually do as he asked for repairing the watch, not that he didn't trust the boy but...he was young. Young and like all young people would be prone to doing stupid things. He was rushing head long into the lair of a beast after all just for a man who he believed to be different from others. Of course Wren had also done some incredibly moronic things when he'd been younger so he couldn't blame the boy but it didn't worry him less.[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]He returned Octavian's hug, leaning back just a little so the boy's horns didn't take out an eye or stick him in the jaw, "Alright, tonight then, Just remember what I said and be careful. I don't want you to get hurt,"[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]With that the avian looking man let Octavian go with great reluctance and watched him head out the door before huffing. He then set about working on the watch, not even pausing when Pan brought his tea. He'd be sure to have the damn thing fixed and if that soldier harmed a hair on his head well, Wren's claws weren't just for show.[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent][/bcolor]​</div><div style="text-align: left">[bcolor=transparent]Byron woke up at some point around noon to a sharp pain in his back. It wasn't as painful as it'd been the day before but moving his shoulders too much hurt. He'd tried to roll over and go back to sleep, the lack of rest from the days before still dragging at his eyelids, but it eluded him. Coming close just to dance out of his reach. So he'd pulled himself from his bed and readied himself for the day. Of course there where still several hours until he had to take up guard duty and more importantly got to see Octavian. Just the thought of the younger man caused a warm spark in his chest. Though his face remained as impassive as always. He couldn't help but stop by the mirror on his way out the door. Byron reached up and poked his own cheek. Why was his face so inexpressive? So much so that he couldn't even muster a smile, something people did constantly and easily. Like breathing. Perhaps he'd never know, but for the moment it wasn't important. [/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]More important he had to get Octavian his present.[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]As he walked down the street people didn't so much as glance in his direction. Going out of their way to avoid stepping in his path. He brushed it off. It was always like that, but at least he had Octavian and that was something. More then something. Though he'd told Byron he didn't need anymore gifts to keep coming Byron wanted to give them to the antlered man. To show how much he enjoyed the other's company. How glad he was that Octavian was willing to sit and speak with him. Even if it wasn't about much at all. How Octavian would let Byron touch him, would hug him, when he couldn't get most people to even acknowledge that he existed. [/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]Lost in his thoughts Byron almost passed the small shop he'd wanted to stop at. The only reason he didn't pass it was because of the sudden scent of flowers that filled his nose. Octavian was a florist so flowers would be good. Given Byron knew nothing about them, so he wasn't sure exactly what he was going to get but the shop was bound to have something. So he walked inside and looked around. There where a great deal of flowers about, many of them beautiful but what caught his attention was a decent sided box with an assortment of flowers painted on it. It was sturdy looking and Byron picked it up, surprised by it's weight. Something rattled and rolled inside causing the soldier to remove the lid. Upon seeing the contents he blinked. It was filled with seeds and bulbs. All different in shape and size. He had no idea what they would grow into but Byron couldn't suppress the happy spark in his chest. Would Octavian like it? He hoped he did.[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]Byron paid for the box and hurried out of the shop. He still had a long time till it was time for him to meet Octavian but he couldn't keep down the excitement he felt, though the muscles of his face didn't move. Still he couldn't wait. [/bcolor]​</div>