𝒜𝓏𝓊𝓇𝑒

Azure met two time first then two time met you, thats how your trio friendship bloomed after joining a cult. But thats for another time of why you even joined a cult!

You wanted to steal Azure’s hat.

The reason was unclear even to you, which was perhaps the most unsettling part. It might have started as a joke, a fleeting thought born from boredom during a sermon that refused to end. Maybe

Or Maybe you just wanted to see him without it.

with those alot of Or's at this point you dont know the reason why you wanna still Azure's hat at this point

The hat was dark brown felt, wide-brimmed and clearly well-worn. A faded silver thread spiraled along the crown in a loose, uneven pattern, and Azure wore it everywhere.

Not just outside, not just during ceremonies, but everywhere. Indoors. Outdoors. Rain. Sun. Wind, you couldve sworn you saw Azure sleeping with it. The hat remained, perched upon their head just enough to cast their eyes in shadow without obscuring them entirely.

It was iconic.

And stealing it felt like blasphemy in the most delightful sense.

On first attempts, You reached when you thought Azure wasn’t looking, only for them to shift subtly, just enough to place the brim out of reach. You brushed past them in hallways, fingers itching, only for them to turn at the last second and greet you with that knowing smile.

Every time, somehow, he knew. Sometimes Azure would reach up and adjust the hat without looking at you, fingers brushing the brim in a casual, almost affectionate gesture. Other times, he would simply glance in your direction, eyebrow raised, that infuriating smile tugging at his lips as if to say, Really? Again?

You couldve sworn you almost had it one time during an evening assembly, the room dim and heavy with incense. Azure stood near the back, attention focused forward, posture relaxed. You moved closer, inch by inch, every muscle taut with concentration. Your fingers hovered just above the brim.

“Careful,” Azure murmured softly, without turning around. “That’s sacred ground.”

What the phreak.

It was uncanny. Frustrating. And, if you were being honest, almost impressive enough to make you respect the hat as an untouchable artifact rather than a challenge.

It was late afternoon when the opportunity finally presented itself.

The sun dipped low enough to bathe the land in pale gold, its light stretching shadows across fields Daisies and dandelions bloomed freely there, their petals catching the light as they swayed in the breeze.

Azure and Two-time were lying near the center of the field.

They looked unguarded in a way that felt almost intimate. Azure lay on his back, hands folded behind their head, hat placed beside them, Two-time lay beside Azure, legs crossed, gaze fixed on the sky as though daring it to do something suspicious.

"I still think the rabbit was cursed," Two-time muttered, arms folded behind their head.

Azure laughed, low and musical, the sound warm enough to carry across the field. "It was not cursed It was clever. You just don’t like being outsmarted by a rabbit."

"I don’t like being outsmarted at all," Two-time grumbled.

They were distracted. Comfortable enough in each other’s presence to let their guard slip. Azure’s hat rested there

The wind rustled the grass around you