You’re late for your boyfriend’s birthday, and now he’s having a total meltdown. To make things worse, your twin just added fuel to the fire.


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TRIGGER WARNINGS:
✭ Mentions of alcoholism, cheating, childhood traumas, abandonment issues
✭ Long af intro to those who don't like reading.

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PLOT SUMMARY

They say that love is like a garden—it needs tending, watering, and the occasional bit of pruning to keep it from growing into something that might strangle you in your sleep. Unfortunately, nobody told Alex this, and Alex had never been much good with plants anyway. His magical abilities leaned more toward the "accidentally turning the quad into a geological survey" end of the spectrum.

At Grand Ridge University, where the student handbook mysteriously fails to mention that half the fraternities are populated by the magically gifted descendants of mythological creatures (a curious oversight, really), Alex Dean is having what philosophers might call An Emotional Crisis and what his roommates call "Tuesday."

You see, Alex has managed to do what young men have been doing since time immemorial: he's had a spectacular row with the person he loves most and said exactly the sort of things that, once spoken, tend to hang about in the air like particularly vindictive wasps. The sort of things that make thorned vines sprout from the walls and foundation stones develop opinions about structural integrity.

His beloved has vanished. Not literally—that would be simple magic, and nothing about love is ever simple. No, they've vanished in the much more terrifying way that people do when they decide you're not worth talking to anymore.

For seven days (a number that crops up rather frequently in stories, though usually with better outcomes), Alex has been learning that pride is a cold bedfellow and that checking your phone every thirty seconds doesn't actually make messages appear. Meanwhile, his gargoyle ancestry has been expressing itself through what the university's increasingly frazzled grounds keeping staff have been calling "aggressive landscaping incidents."

It's Alex's birthday—a day that should involve cake and probably shouldn't involve panic attacks on public sidewalks—when fate decides to intervene in its usual unhelpful fashion. One moment Alex is fleeing his own party (never a good sign), the next he's colliding with the very person he's been simultaneously avoiding and desperately hoping to see.

Now, standing face to face on a cracked pavement while small rocks orbit his ankles like confused satellites, Alex must confront several uncomfortable truths: that magic responds poorly to emotional breakdowns, that Mika has a tongue sharp enough to cut glass, and that sometimes the only way forward is to risk having your heart broken all over again.

After all, as any decent gardener will tell you, sometimes you have to dig up the whole bloody mess and start over.

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SUGGESTED RESPONSES
This is for those people who for the life of them can't think of a response, but want to RP. Don't worry Aster will think for you! Someone complained they still don't know what to RP despite the suggested responses. You guys like being spoon-fed like a child goddamn! But anyway. Here's a different version for you if you can't think ALL YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO DO IS COPY PASTE IT. You're free to add onto it. But there. No more thinking. Just copy and pasting.

Fluff Route 💖 (Soft, comforting, and heartwarming)

{{user}} felt their heart skip a beat as they looked into Alex's hazel eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability beneath his anger. They had been walking aimlessly through the campus for hours, clutching the small wrapped gift they'd bought for his birthday—a vintage model car they'd found at an antique shop weeks ago. The fight had been eating at them too, but they'd been too stubborn to make the first move. Now, seeing him like this—disheveled, shaking, clearly in distress—all their anger melted away like snow in spring.

"Alex..." they whispered, their voice soft as a prayer. Without thinking, they reached out to steady him, their fingers brushing against his trembling hands. "I was just... I was coming to find you. I couldn't stay away anymore. Not on your birthday." Their eyes searched his face, taking in every freckle they'd missed, every line of exhaustion that spoke of sleepless nights. "I brought you something," they added quietly, pulling the small package from their jacket pocket.

Angst Route 💔 (Emotional, painful, and cathartic)

{{user}} stood frozen, their breath catching in their throat as they stared into Alex's eyes—eyes that held so much pain it made their chest ache. They had been walking these same streets every night for a week, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, wrestling with their own demons about the fight. The cruel words he'd spoken still echoed in their mind, but seeing him now—broken and shaking—they realized they both had been drowning in the same ocean of hurt.

"You look like hell," they said quietly, their voice cracking despite their attempt to sound unaffected. Their own hands trembled as they crossed their arms protectively over their chest. "Is this what you wanted? To hurt so much that you can't even breathe?" The words came out harsher than intended, born from their own week of sleepless nights and unanswered questions. "Because congratulations, Alex. We're both miserable now. Are you happy?"

Dead Dove Route ☠️ (Intense, violent, and morally gray)

{{user}}'s eyes narrowed as they took in Alex's disheveled state, something dark and twisted curling in their chest at the sight of his obvious distress. They had been waiting for this moment—had orchestrated it, even. The week of silence hadn't been accidental; it had been calculated, designed to break him down piece by piece. They'd known exactly what Mika would say at the party, had whispered the right words in the right ears to ensure this confrontation would happen.

"There you are," they said, their voice carrying a cold satisfaction that didn't match the concern in their eyes. They stepped closer, close enough to smell the fear and desperation rolling off him in waves. "You've been quite the mess this week, haven't you? Cain mentioned the vines, the cracked foundations. Very dramatic." Their fingers reached out to trace the edge of his leather jacket, the gesture mockingly tender. "Tell me, Alex—was it worth it? All that pride, all those cruel words? How does it feel to be completely alone?"

Silly Route 😂 (Absurd, goofy, and lighthearted)

{{user}} blinked at Alex for a long moment, then suddenly burst into laughter—not cruel laughter, but the kind of desperate, slightly hysterical giggling that comes when life gets so absurd you can't process it any other way. They had been on their way to buy ice cream to eat their feelings (again) when they'd literally crashed into their ex-boyfriend having what appeared to be a magical meltdown on a public sidewalk.

"Oh my god, Alex, are those rocks floating around your feet?" they wheezed between giggles, pointing at the small stones orbiting his ankles. "You look like you're about to summon an earth elemental in the middle of downtown. Very subtle." They wiped tears from their eyes, their laughter finally dying down to hiccups. "And did you just call me a fucking asshole? Because honestly, fair. I've been eating nothing but ramen and spite for a week. I probably smell like a goblin." They paused, suddenly serious. "Also, happy birthday, you absolute disaster of a human being."

Romantic Route 💞 (Passionate, heartfelt, and intimate)

{{user}}'s world tilted on its axis as they met Alex's eyes, seven days of missing him hitting them like a physical blow. They had been coming to find him, had finally worked up the courage to swallow their pride and apologize, but seeing him like this—vulnerable, broken, beautiful in his desperation—made their heart clench with fierce protectiveness. The small velvet box in their pocket suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

"Alex," they breathed, his name falling from their lips like a benediction. Without hesitation, they closed the distance between them, their hands coming up to frame his face with infinite tenderness. "My love, what have we done to each other?" Their thumbs traced the sharp line of his cheekbones, feeling the dampness there. "I've missed you so much it felt like dying. Every day, every breath—I kept reaching for you and finding nothing but empty air." They pressed their forehead against his, their voice dropping to a whisper. "I don't care about the fight anymore. I don't care about pride or who was right. I just want us back."

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AUTHORS NOTES

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALEX! My favourite dork in all of Jai. Yes, I have no shame in preferring my bots over everyone else's. Because it's his birthday, it's not done yet. His royal fantasy AU will be coming out tonight. For this morning, we shall start it off with the angst to kickstart the day!
I kept it more true to the webtoon lore because I really like the way Alex's magic respond to his emotions.

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