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Fyona's mind drifts off to Whiteridge upon looking at the painting. The scenery feeling very reminiscent- and is most likely- of the Duchy. The place where both sweet and bitter moments had festered in her life, shaping her into who she is today.

Hearing Gervan's musing about seeing real snow, she then brings up, "You know.. once this is all over, would you like to come with me to the Duchy of Whiteridge? The snowy peaks of the mountains and the scenery are simply breathtaking. Oh- or maybe you could come during the Snowspire Festival! Where people have snowball fights, skate across a frozen lakes and build snowmen or other sculptures.. imagine all the fun we can have, or you can have a warm dip in the hot springs at the local inn if you simply want to relax." She regales the more pleasant experiences of the Duchy, telling him the kind of fun activities the people get up to and even little suggestions and recommendations of what to try.

"There had been a change of plans during what was supposed to be my court mage apprenticeship a year ago, and now I'm the next Archduchess in line to the throne after a series of events.. but rest assured that things are quaint and peaceful now in Whiteridge." Her voice goes a little quieter here as she looks back to the painting. Gervan can tell whatever events occurred previously before her return to the Lyceum have been.. turbulent, to put it lightly yet it hadn't soured her opinions on the wintery region. If anything, she recalls with genuine fondness and eagerness to show him its joys.

#⎯ . ݁ ˖ roche limit #magister fyona #afkj askblog #(( shh. ))

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ))

(( 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭... 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘍𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘢. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

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(( 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞... ))

(( 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘍𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘢, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴?

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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#⎯ . ݁ ˖ survived remnants #Crown of Ashes #afkj askblog #(( making this one exception... ))#(( the blog's timeline has yet to reach this point. ))#(( but this is the one and only exception for what's to come. ))

@serenaofesperia sits at a private table, set for tea time for two. Her personalized stationary is laid out in front of her: pink pens, paper with her initials embossed, and scented in her signature perfume.

When she spots Gervan, she eagerly waves him over.

“Gervan! Over here! Oh, thank you again for helping me with this project. This will be so much fun! Help yourself to the tea and cakes…”

She writes in looping cursive at the top of her page: Advanced Magic Psych - Project 4.

“Okay, so first…what magic-based skills do you think you’re most skilled at and least skilled at? Why?”

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. ))

(( 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝... 𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘏𝘮𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵... 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦; 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵... 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦.

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#tower of memory spoilers #⎯ . ݁ ˖ roche limit #afkj askblog #serenaofesperia #Thread - MPSY302 — AP Magic Psychology: Applications and Directives

(( 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | @meepinmeat ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘐 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘉𝘶𝘵... 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘞𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘯... 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘢… 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

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(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬—𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧—𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ … 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨…

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"I'm glad none of us got truly hurt in that case, Noctis protected us as best as he can.. he may have not known something like this would happen but still, it's very much appreciated. At times like this, it really is important to hold onto whatever hope remains."

Fyona's lips purse and her brows furrow softly. Feeling a sting in her heart as her mind went to her own moments of despair. His words hit home harder than she thought it would've, and she could pick up the familiarity behind Gervan's words. "..Because you get how it's like too, don't you?" It wasn't a question moreso a statement as she gazed at him knowingly.

The undertone of melancholy evident in her eyes even as she attempts to maintain her composure, trying not to let her own thoughts muddle her and focus on the current moment. She didn't have to think hard on why Gervan hates seeing that pained look on others.

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵?

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘺𝘤𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘚𝘰, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳?

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(( 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 '𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞'… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭… ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭...

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(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲—𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲—𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. ))

Fyona was in fact, able to tell his composure is indeed forced. The more she listened to Gervan's words, the more she felt her gut wrench in a way that felt awfully familiar.

Even back then, before she left the Lyceum upon passing the Magister Qualification Exam and took apprenticeship under the Chief Court Mage, it was her who took first place. Leaving him in third place.

Her attentive silence as they walked forward is tinged with an expression that grows ever pensive, the answers to his rhetoric questions hanging in the air for the both of them. Pursing her lips and gripping her own hands tight before muttering breathlessly, yet still audibly enough for Gervan to hear.

"You sound just like Father. Vying for that very fruit.."

It was firm, but not venomous. More pained and worried than anything, realising her fear of such thoughts running in the family had more truth to it than she thinks. She was practically praying at this point that- in the event the darkness fully consumes him, she hopes not to lose the Gervan she knows and loves.

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲... 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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(( 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. ))

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 "𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐰" 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩. ))

(( 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘏𝘦𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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The cat's sudden appearance caught Fyona by surprise as well. More noticeably so as she watches on. The sight of the cat finding refuge in Gervan's lap and comfort from his gentle touches stirred feelings within her that weighed just as heavy as before.

Gervan used to have a pet cat back then. A playful, curious and adventurous little thing he was really fond of. She remembered what he told her about the day he took his cat out riding beyond the city, all fine and dandy, but it was also the day it all fell apart when those.. dark mages attacked. He was the only one who made it out alive but in turn among others, apart from his cat, his ability to walk was also lost.

Fyona didn't know how long, probably couple seconds of silence mulling over what happened on the day of his assassination attempt and the aftermath before she heard Gervan's voice cut through. Blinking away the water she didn't realise were accumulating in her eyes as she snaps back to him, offering her the cat to play with.

(( 𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. ))

(( 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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(( 𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. ))

(( 𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐞." ))

Seeing his reassuring look in his eyes, Fyona releases a shaky sigh. Returning a grateful smile of her own, appreciative of his assurance as she crouches down slightly by Gervan's lap.

"Kitty.."

She croons towards the cat as her gloved hands reach out to caress it's head. Scratching under its chin and eliciting satisfied purrs from the feline. This sight all too familiar to him, going as far back as their time in preparatory class. Finding a stray cat or dog to play with for a few minutes. Sometimes while chatting, sometimes remaining in complete silence and enjoying each other's company. Like right now.

She never imagined their life could be so full of struggle. It only seemed like yesterday, when it felt like nothing could go wrong here. It may seem like power and status may control the tides of fate, but they can't control everything.

Soon, the cat decided it had enough attention from the two cousins and leaped off Gervan's lap. Trotting away, leaving the two alone once more. He asks for Fyona to walk with him a bit longer with a faint smile, and upon her accepting, he taps the armrest of his wheelchair. Continuing forward.

#⎯ . ݁ ˖ roche limit #tower of memory spoilers #magister fyona #afkj askblog #(( ... ))#(( nowhere to go but forward. ))#(( in a certain timeline he would have talked more... ))#(( but not this one. when cousins know each other very well. ))

(( 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... ))

(( 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐞𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. ))

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬—𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬—𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡. ))

(( 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘓𝘺𝘤𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧—𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦...

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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(( 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦— 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦...

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(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐞𝐮𝐦 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 ( @afkj-gervan ) 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬. 𝐇𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. ))

(( 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥. ))

(( 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. ))

*Morgan is sitting cross-legged on the ground, behind one of the walls leading to the lower sections of the graveyard. Eyes closed, fallen leaves blown onto him by the wind, indication that he's sat there for longer than most people would find comfortable.*

*Nobody had come to graveyard today yet, not even the caretaker, so the gentle sound of the wheelchair does slowly draw Morgan's attention. He opens his eyes and looks for its source.*

...

*He lifts one eyebrow in question when he spots Gervan. For a moment the two look at each other in some caution, but then Morgan decides to end his work and with a deep sigh, he heavily lifts himself up.*

Ugh, fine. I've sat enough for today-- Uh, ouch. Hahhnn.

*As he stretches his bones snap into place uncomfortably and he flinches as his stiff body tries to move smoothly again.*

What? Never seen an old guy stand up before?

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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(( 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯?

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(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐏𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ))

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫... 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥. ))

Huh? Aren't you a little quick in your conclusion? I've just been sitting here for a while, taking a rest.

Why would I be sending a Valentine's rose in Death's name to people I've never met?

Though, I gotta say, that's quite hilarious, actually. The sender has a great sense of humor.

Death really does love life, after all.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘖𝘩, 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵... 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 "𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦". 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

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Hmph. You're at a graveyard. There are a lot of reasons why the magic of the dead pools up in this area.

But it looks like you are the romantic sort of guy, following your heart, and leaving reason and intelligence behind in the Lyceum's study rooms.

So what if a local resident did send those roses? Can't blame them for wanting some company, no? Death can be a lonely thing, after all.

*Morgan stretches one more time, somewhat dramatically.* Harrgh, well, but that is exactly why I am here and not in Holt Street. Too much noise and attention over there.

I am a busy man... I need some actual rest. *cough cough*

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯... 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵—𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

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(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺?

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

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(( ... 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬. ))

Ah, that. Yeah, I've heard about it. My observation skills are unmatched, after all, and to me, the dead do talk. But if the living would just observe a little better at times, then they could avoid all these dead blabbering and give me a break.

...

Having said that... all it takes is one spell, and he who has the answers can easily explain all that which you lot find so difficult to understand. Wouldn't that be interesting?

Alas, it's a prank that leads you here, not life's darkest mysteries. I could watch you roam about the graveyard, peeking into every grave to find your evidence but... frankly, that's too much commotion right now.

So have it straight: I send those roses, to anyone with a magical aura interesting enough to earn my attention. No harm intended.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺... 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘴—𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵—𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵...

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴—𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩?

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Certainly. Don't you?

You're a student at the Serene Lyceum and yet you don't learn about the basics of Life and Death? Who on earth teaches you?

Anyway... all souls have to return to the Tree of Life. They will rest there for a while before they are reborn back into the world.

You could call it incarnation, and to some extend that's even true. So watch what you are doing.

And now that I have provided this information, what will you offer in return? Your soul perhaps?

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘖𝘩, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦...

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯...

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

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(( 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤—𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢... 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

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#⎯ . ݁ ˖ roche limit #afkj-morgan #(( reblog for safekeeping. ))

Less awkward than following a mysterious Valentine's rose by Death personally just to find a busy, disheveled but handsome vagabond? Unlikely.

But if it helps: souls are valuable to Death regardless of their time spend alive. He's a real nice guy.

...

*Morgan watches for a moment as Gervan turns and slowly moves away, before something strikes and compels him to shout after him.*

So nice and patient he doesn't want you dead yet!

Ugh. He's gone.

Watching from the sidelines is sometimes way more difficult than I ever imagined. But... that's what grunts are here for, right? I just hope they won't make a mess this time...

Serena steps out of the interrogation and sighs in relief. What a bore! At least Gervan is still around. Serena quickly runs to catch up with her fellow noble and falls into step beside him.

“Thank Dura that’s over. At the very least, they separated us from the riff raff. Although the cakes they served were horribly stale.”

Serena’s face grows more solemn after her initial assessment. She looks over to him, pensive.

“How did your talk with Andro go? What did he ask? Do you think one of us could have…you know…?”

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟… ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦.

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(( 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ … 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

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Serena slows her stride, falling in step with him. It’s clear she’s still processing everything. Posture slightly deflated. Gaze serious. If you looked really closely, you might notice a hint of darkness around her eyes, hidden beneath a coat of makeup.

“I’m fine. They were basic questions, like you said. They asked a bit about Niall, but I didn’t have much to say.”

Her right hand finds her hair, and she starts twirling and untwirling a strand around her index finger. A nervous habit she’s only displayed a few times at the Lyceum.

“What about your family? Mine are wanting to take me home already with this talk of an illness. I can’t imagine yours is happy about you being detained.”

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞… ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ … 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

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Serena nods, solemn. The only reason her parents knew so quickly was their prior knowledge of the first cases of the illness, paired with their own magic ability and their insistence on closely monitoring her status while so far away. She was fairly certain they'd assigned a specific Magic Aid to the task of obtaining Lyceum news daily.

"I wish my family was like yours. Mine is being so dramatic about this. I'm old enough to handle whatever this is without their interference."

She's quiet again for a few paces before voicing the question weighing heaviest on her mind.

"...do you think the new student could be involved with all this? Isn't it awfully suspicious this all happened when they showed up?"

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. ))

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘏𝘮𝘮... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵...

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

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Serena shrugs. His logic makes sense, as always. But she still can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong with that transfer student…

“I guess you’re right. And the court officers will do their jobs. Whoever they clear must be innocent…I mean, we are, at least. I’m glad I don’t have to do more of that. I need time to finish my Advanced Magic Psych project. Which, by the way…”

Serena’s posture straightens as she shifts subjects, as though physically lightened by getting off the topic of the murder.

“I have to interview a peer for my project. It’s no biggie, just dumb questions like ‘what’s your favorite spell? How does it make you feel when you use it?’ Blah blah blah. Can I interview you for it? Pleaseeee? You’re the perfect candidate, and we can have lunch while we do it. I don’t want to interview someone like Cassadee who will just blab about how any spell like Merlin’s makes her want to skip on rainbows or whatever.”

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ))

(( 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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(( 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

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(( 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲. ))

#⎯ . ݁ ˖ roche limit #serenaofesperia #(( reblog for safekeeping. ))

"Perfect! Oh, it'll be so much fun!" Serena squeals and beams. You'd never guess she was mourning a professor or in the middle of an interrogation a few minutes ago. Perhaps that's why she fits right in with most noble courts.

"I'll have everything ready at lunch tomorrow!"

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐞𝐮𝐦 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 ( @afkj-gervan ) 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬. 𝐇𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. ))

(( 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥. ))

(( 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. ))

*Morgan is sitting cross-legged on the ground, behind one of the walls leading to the lower sections of the graveyard. Eyes closed, fallen leaves blown onto him by the wind, indication that he's sat there for longer than most people would find comfortable.*

*Nobody had come to graveyard today yet, not even the caretaker, so the gentle sound of the wheelchair does slowly draw Morgan's attention. He opens his eyes and looks for its source.*

...

*He lifts one eyebrow in question when he spots Gervan. For a moment the two look at each other in some caution, but then Morgan decides to end his work and with a deep sigh, he heavily lifts himself up.*

Ugh, fine. I've sat enough for today-- Uh, ouch. Hahhnn.

*As he stretches his bones snap into place uncomfortably and he flinches as his stiff body tries to move smoothly again.*

What? Never seen an old guy stand up before?

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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(( 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯?

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(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐏𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ))

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫... 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥. ))

Huh? Aren't you a little quick in your conclusion? I've just been sitting here for a while, taking a rest.

Why would I be sending a Valentine's rose in Death's name to people I've never met?

Though, I gotta say, that's quite hilarious, actually. The sender has a great sense of humor.

Death really does love life, after all.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘖𝘩, 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵... 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 "𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦". 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

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Hmph. You're at a graveyard. There are a lot of reasons why the magic of the dead pools up in this area.

But it looks like you are the romantic sort of guy, following your heart, and leaving reason and intelligence behind in the Lyceum's study rooms.

So what if a local resident did send those roses? Can't blame them for wanting some company, no? Death can be a lonely thing, after all.

*Morgan stretches one more time, somewhat dramatically.* Harrgh, well, but that is exactly why I am here and not in Holt Street. Too much noise and attention over there.

I am a busy man... I need some actual rest. *cough cough*

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯... 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵—𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

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(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺?

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

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(( ... 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬. ))

Ah, that. Yeah, I've heard about it. My observation skills are unmatched, after all, and to me, the dead do talk. But if the living would just observe a little better at times, then they could avoid all these dead blabbering and give me a break.

...

Having said that... all it takes is one spell, and he who has the answers can easily explain all that which you lot find so difficult to understand. Wouldn't that be interesting?

Alas, it's a prank that leads you here, not life's darkest mysteries. I could watch you roam about the graveyard, peeking into every grave to find your evidence but... frankly, that's too much commotion right now.

So have it straight: I send those roses, to anyone with a magical aura interesting enough to earn my attention. No harm intended.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺... 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘴—𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵—𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵...

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴—𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩?

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Certainly. Don't you?

You're a student at the Serene Lyceum and yet you don't learn about the basics of Life and Death? Who on earth teaches you?

Anyway... all souls have to return to the Tree of Life. They will rest there for a while before they are reborn back into the world.

You could call it incarnation, and to some extend that's even true. So watch what you are doing.

And now that I have provided this information, what will you offer in return? Your soul perhaps?

#⎯ . ݁ ˖ roche limit #afkj-morgan #afkj askblog #thread - an encounter with death #(( gervan knows the joke ))#(( he is only playing along with it. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘖𝘩, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦...

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯...

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

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(( 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤—𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢... 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

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An envelope flew into Serena's room, the envelope open itself with magic as a letter slip out of it.

Greetings lady Serena. It's seem your beauty is ever so lasting, dazzling like a rare gem. I hope you'll forever shine and dazzling like this, Perhaps just like glitter that won't come off the skin but forever shining.

- Jn.

Before the young lady could look away from the mysterious letter, a portal appears above her and without warning dropped a pounds of dirty mustard yellow glitter directly on her, covered every part of her with glitter from head to toe and basically buried her in ugly colored glitter. And if we know glitter so well, those probably won't come out even after hundreds of shower.

Serena’s shriek is loud enough for the Essail to hear.

#⎯ . ݁ ˖ starting point #serenaofesperia #afkj askblog

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⋆☀︎｡⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ !?

⋆☀︎｡⎯ ... 𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄?

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭... 𝘞𝘦'𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦?

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⋆☀︎｡⎯ 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁... 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿?

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘯.

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⋆☀︎｡⎯ 𝗛𝗲𝗵... 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿—𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿—𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

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(Disclaimer: finally got an ask blog set up for Azurella. Yay. I still don’t know what I’m doing.)

Azurella is currently dreading work right now, but she is currently writing out her thoughts. She can’t focus. She sees Gervan and Silven and makes her way over. Some guys are being jerks, so Azurella puts her hand on Gervan’s shoulder. She heard them call Gervan snobby. Normally, she would let her friends deal with it, but stress of school work and worry about her father figure just… made her snap. “Just because he can’t walk doesn’t mean he is not worthy of respect!He isn’t snobby at all! He has more kindness in his heart than anyone I know! And Silven is not a loser, he’s cooler than you two combined. I say it honestly: I would rather have 200 Gervans and Silvens as friends, than ever have you two as classmates. Now leave them alone, or do I need to deal with you myself?”

The two jerks, after a moment, left. Azurella sighed, taking her hand off his shoulder. “Gervan, I’m sorry for yelling. I know you and Silven could have handled it but I just… no one deserves to be treated like they aren’t worthy of respect. Plus with stress of trying to find my father figure, and trying to keep up with my studies, I just lost it… I am so sorry.”

For Valentines day, she had sent Silven a pocketwatch which had a secret room for notes or drawings. Gervan’s gift: A dreamcatcher key chain that she had made herself. She had to have to give it a few days later because she got sick. Azurella was concerned about making sure her friends got their gift than her health. She used her magic to protect Gervan’s and Silven’s gifts from germs.

“How are you guys… aside from those idiots harassing you two? Anyone want any hot chocolate? My treat.”

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬. 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫—𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ))

(( 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫—𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞—𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴, 𝘈𝘻𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳... 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴.

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⋆☀︎｡─ 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲.

⋆☀︎｡─ 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱...?

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘗𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

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⋆☀︎｡─ 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵. 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘁𝗼𝗼... 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄.

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⋆☀︎｡─ 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆... 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿!

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳.

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#⎯ . ݁ ˖ starting point #magister azurella #afkj askblog #(( hello again friend. ))#(( this will get easier over time don't worry. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘐 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘉𝘶𝘵... 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘞𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘯... 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘢… 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

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(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬—𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧—𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ … 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨…

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"I'm glad none of us got truly hurt in that case, Noctis protected us as best as he can.. he may have not known something like this would happen but still, it's very much appreciated. At times like this, it really is important to hold onto whatever hope remains."

Fyona's lips purse and her brows furrow softly. Feeling a sting in her heart as her mind went to her own moments of despair. His words hit home harder than she thought it would've, and she could pick up the familiarity behind Gervan's words. "..Because you get how it's like too, don't you?" It wasn't a question moreso a statement as she gazed at him knowingly.

The undertone of melancholy evident in her eyes even as she attempts to maintain her composure, trying not to let her own thoughts muddle her and focus on the current moment. She didn't have to think hard on why Gervan hates seeing that pained look on others.

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵?

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘺𝘤𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘚𝘰, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳?

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(( 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 '𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞'… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭… ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭...

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(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲—𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲—𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. ))

Fyona was in fact, able to tell his composure is indeed forced. The more she listened to Gervan's words, the more she felt her gut wrench in a way that felt awfully familiar.

Even back then, before she left the Lyceum upon passing the Magister Qualification Exam and took apprenticeship under the Chief Court Mage, it was her who took first place. Leaving him in third place.

Her attentive silence as they walked forward is tinged with an expression that grows ever pensive, the answers to his rhetoric questions hanging in the air for the both of them. Pursing her lips and gripping her own hands tight before muttering breathlessly, yet still audibly enough for Gervan to hear.

"You sound just like Father. Vying for that very fruit.."

It was firm, but not venomous. More pained and worried than anything, realising her fear of such thoughts running in the family had more truth to it than she thinks. She was practically praying at this point that- in the event the darkness fully consumes him, she hopes not to lose the Gervan she knows and loves.

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲... 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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(( 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. ))

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 "𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐰" 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩. ))

(( 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘏𝘦𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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The cat's sudden appearance caught Fyona by surprise as well. More noticeably so as she watches on. The sight of the cat finding refuge in Gervan's lap and comfort from his gentle touches stirred feelings within her that weighed just as heavy as before.

Gervan used to have a pet cat back then. A playful, curious and adventurous little thing he was really fond of. She remembered what he told her about the day he took his cat out riding beyond the city, all fine and dandy, but it was also the day it all fell apart when those.. dark mages attacked. He was the only one who made it out alive but in turn among others, apart from his cat, his ability to walk was also lost.

Fyona didn't know how long, probably couple seconds of silence mulling over what happened on the day of his assassination attempt and the aftermath before she heard Gervan's voice cut through. Blinking away the water she didn't realise were accumulating in her eyes as she snaps back to him, offering her the cat to play with.

#⎯ . ݁ ˖ roche limit #tower of memory spoilers #magister fyona #afkj askblog #(( but will it really be fine... ))

(( 𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. ))

(( 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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(( 𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. ))

(( 𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐞." ))

Serena steps out of the interrogation and sighs in relief. What a bore! At least Gervan is still around. Serena quickly runs to catch up with her fellow noble and falls into step beside him.

“Thank Dura that’s over. At the very least, they separated us from the riff raff. Although the cakes they served were horribly stale.”

Serena’s face grows more solemn after her initial assessment. She looks over to him, pensive.

“How did your talk with Andro go? What did he ask? Do you think one of us could have…you know…?”

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟… ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦.

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(( 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ … 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

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Serena slows her stride, falling in step with him. It’s clear she’s still processing everything. Posture slightly deflated. Gaze serious. If you looked really closely, you might notice a hint of darkness around her eyes, hidden beneath a coat of makeup.

“I’m fine. They were basic questions, like you said. They asked a bit about Niall, but I didn’t have much to say.”

Her right hand finds her hair, and she starts twirling and untwirling a strand around her index finger. A nervous habit she’s only displayed a few times at the Lyceum.

“What about your family? Mine are wanting to take me home already with this talk of an illness. I can’t imagine yours is happy about you being detained.”

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞… ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ … 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

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Serena nods, solemn. The only reason her parents knew so quickly was their prior knowledge of the first cases of the illness, paired with their own magic ability and their insistence on closely monitoring her status while so far away. She was fairly certain they'd assigned a specific Magic Aid to the task of obtaining Lyceum news daily.

"I wish my family was like yours. Mine is being so dramatic about this. I'm old enough to handle whatever this is without their interference."

She's quiet again for a few paces before voicing the question weighing heaviest on her mind.

"...do you think the new student could be involved with all this? Isn't it awfully suspicious this all happened when they showed up?"

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. ))

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘏𝘮𝘮... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵...

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

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Serena shrugs. His logic makes sense, as always. But she still can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong with that transfer student…

“I guess you’re right. And the court officers will do their jobs. Whoever they clear must be innocent…I mean, we are, at least. I’m glad I don’t have to do more of that. I need time to finish my Advanced Magic Psych project. Which, by the way…”

Serena’s posture straightens as she shifts subjects, as though physically lightened by getting off the topic of the murder.

“I have to interview a peer for my project. It’s no biggie, just dumb questions like ‘what’s your favorite spell? How does it make you feel when you use it?’ Blah blah blah. Can I interview you for it? Pleaseeee? You’re the perfect candidate, and we can have lunch while we do it. I don’t want to interview someone like Cassadee who will just blab about how any spell like Merlin’s makes her want to skip on rainbows or whatever.”

#⎯ . ݁ ˖ roche limit #tower of memory spoilers #serenaofesperia #afkj askblog #thread - two nobles and a murder

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ))

(( 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ...

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(( 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

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(( 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲. ))

Evening arrives with little fanfare as students decided to clock out from the library or leave the school premises once they finished extracurricular club activies.

In one dorm room, however, Noctis is dressed in his night sweater and slacks as he is out of uniform as he sat on his bed sheets. Uncharacteristically (or not, depends on who's asking), he has a soft grin plastered on his face.

The reason? The sentient mini Gervan plushie in his arms in which he cuddles with.

'You are so cute.' He gave a warm chuckle as he nuzzles it, feeling the mini nuzzling back and giving soft hums in response to his silent affections.

Noctis heart beats rapidly as his cheeks flushed, pulling back as he looks at the plushie.

'You are as cute as your human counterpart. Do you have any idea that I was thinking on asking him out to be mine?'

Mini Gervan merely hummed in response as it lay content in his hands. Nonetheless, Noctis gives a warmth filled chuckle.

'Well..,' He sighs as his golden gaze soften. 'Sooner or later, I'll confess-'

The door to his dorm opens.

❤️ ( @silentsigilist-noctis )

(( 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜, 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. ))

(( 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲... 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥. ))

(( 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫... 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ ... 𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺. 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨?

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(( 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲? ))

silentsigilist-noctis

Unceremoniously, Noctis drops the plushie in shock, almost ignoring how it lets out a small 'Mmm' at the action. His near sunkissed skin on his face blossoms out into a hot red blush as his golden eyes widened.

For the first time for Gervan, Noctis looks embarrassed.

Franctically, the blackberry coloured haired male signs at Gervan.

"It is not what it looks like..!"

As if feeling discontented about the lack of attention, the mini Gervan lets out a "Mmm.." as it wiggles about on his lap. And was that a smirk on its face?

Regardless, Noctis quickly puts it behind his back as he looks away from Gervan's eyes completely.

(( 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧. ))

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘕𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘴?

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(( 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞-𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. ))

silentsigilist-noctis

The dark haired male raises his hand to sign yet hesitates before his shoulders sagged in defeat as his blush grows redder.

Golden eyes still averted, Noctis holds the mini Gervan in front of him who waves its little nubs for hands in greeting once it sees Gervan.

"I was just.. talking to our new little friend here, that's all.."

If anything, Noctis appears more flustered as he admits it.

"That's strange, isn't it?"

The Gervan plushie gave a purr in Noctis's hands.

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟—𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝... 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐲. 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲. ))

(( 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨... ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

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(( 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. ))

silentsigilist-noctis

Still consumed in his own fluster, Noctis shook his head frantically before he signs. His golden eyes connecting with Gervan's sapphire blue ones.

"Oh no, nothing is wrong with you! It's just- how do I put this into words..."

Noctis contemplated with flaming cheeks before he took a deep breath to clear his head.

"Gervan... You're cool and someone I admire greatly. And I'm not flattering you because you're a noble or that you have influence, but because well, you're you."

Noctis averted his eyes briefly before he gestures to the plushie in Gervan's hands.

"So I do feel a bit of selfishness when I found this little one. Instead of showing him to you guys... I wanna keep him to myself without anyone knowing on times where I'm not with you two."

Noctis smile as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head, ruffling his hair.