arofili asked:
waitineedaname answered:
The sweetest best friends????? I love them
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Magnus was a bit of a hoarder. The THB’s dorm room was a scattered collection of souvenirs from all over Faerun; something about wanting to keep a reminder of all the places he’d been. Carey hadn’t realized that was extended to all the people he knew too until she spotted the duck sitting on his mantle. Well, duck shaped carving. It was more like two asses put together.
“Oh no. Oh gods, Magnus, you didn’t keep that, did you?” Carey made a face, picking it up. Magnus glanced over and grinned.
“Well yeah, of course I did! Why would I throw that away, it’s great!”
“It’s two butts. It’s not even a duck.”
“I mean, it’s not your best work, but that’s not the point!” He plucked it out of her hands and booped her on the nose with it. “Something doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be a good job, you just gotta put a lot of love in it and be proud because you made something! This double-butt duck only exists because you made it. Isn’t that cool?”
“I mean- Yeah, I guess so.” She blinked. “That was pretty deep, Mags.”
“Thanks! Also, I just think the duck looks cool like this.” He put it back up in its place on the mantle and slung an arm around her shoulder. “So, are we going sparring or what?”
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Carey wore the necklace Magnus had given her as often as she possibly could. Even when it was probably only going to get in the way, she’d figure out a way to tuck it under her clothes or hide it from spying eyes. Magnus, to his credit, never took his off either. It sat right next to his wife’s wedding ring and his bear tooth necklace, and every time they saw each other after a long time apart, at least part of their greeting would include excitedly putting their necklaces together to form one BFF heart.
A lot of gifts were shared between them as the years went on. Carey’s woodworking skills never really improved, but she knew some people who could make some sick knives that Magnus always enjoyed. On his end, her carvings only became more and more elaborate. One Candlenights, it was a figurine of herself. Another, it was a whole cabinet designed specifically to hold rogue tools. Now, Magnus was hammering in the final nail into a small cabin built for one dragonborn and one orc.
“Wow, Magnus. This- This is really something.” Carey looked over the final product, hands on her hips.
“Hey, it was the least I could do. Not every day your best friend gets married, right?” He said, starting to stand up. Before he could get all the way upright, Carey bear hugged him, nearly startling him off his feet.
“Thank you.’’ She said, muffled by his shirt. Magnus softened and hugged her back. After a minute like that, she finally pulled away and held her hands behind her back. “Okay, pick a hand.”
“Uh… Left.” Carey grinned and held up his wallet in her left hand. “Wh- Hey!” Before he could protest any further, she held up her right hand. In it sat a small, carefully carved duck.
“I know it’s not perfect - I fucked up the wings and the beak is kind of misshapen but- I’m proud of it. I thought it might be a good replacement to the butt duck on your fireplace.”
“Carey, I-” He took it from her with a gentleness one wouldn’t expect from such a big man. He looked it over in awe, then straightened up and put on his best teacher voice. “I really like the details on the tail, and the finish is really nice. Could use a little more sanding, still kinda rough-”
“Alright, I’m taking it back-” She started to reach for it and he laughed, scooping her up in another hug.
“It’s amazing. Thank you.”
“Yeah, well, just thought you deserved a better duck than the one I’d given you.”
“Oh no, I’m definitely keeping that one. These ducks are gonna live side by side.”
“Dammit.”
