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January 11th, 2019 
schweigsam: (06)
[they're not really boys anymore. arthur was already growing by the time they were knighted, and he shot up like a roof within the two years after that; now, he's a little broad and stocky, sort of like vane, but smaller. mordred's matured, too, but where arthur turned out like vane, mordred grew up like lancelot — lithe and graceful and distractingly beautiful. and tornelio grew a few centimeters, which apparently means a lot, between harvins.

cruz is tall now, too — the tallest of all four of them — and he's become more muscular, but unlike arthur, the most quiet member of team chickadee retained his slender waist, his bony wrists. he's started growing his hair a bit longer; now, it's long enough that he can tie it back in a small ponytail if he wants to. still, it doesn't really matter. cruz doesn't think much about his appearance, but he's been told a few times that he looks good with glasses, and sometimes, the village girls stare when he's out on patrol.

he pays the staring no mind.]
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