AO3
Chapters: 1, 3
Summary: Darius has begun to notice a few…𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 between Hunter and his old mentor. From appearance, to speech, to the smallest of characteristics, he always swears he’ll blink, and his mentor will be standing right where Hunter once was, as though nothing had ever changed.
But he’s sure it’s only a coincidence.
… … … … … … … … … … … . .
Hunter, he learned, was terrible at learning how to sew.
This was found out, rather embarrassingly (for Hunter, that is), when Darius noticed his own sewing kit was missing. And, going off on a hunch, he knocked on Hunter’s door—to find him, on the floor, strewn together in a jumble of threads and fabric, staring like a deer in the staff-light.
“…you know there are videos you can look up, yes?” Darius tried, slowly, looking Hunter up and down. “That was partially the point of the scroll.”
“Uh,” Hunter blinked, “I-I thought…I could do it on my own…?”
“Practice only makes perfect when you have an idea of what you’re doing.” Darius sighed, stepping in, much to the gleeful chirps of Hunter’s palisman, who was perched safely on his bed. “Let’s just get that off of you.”
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