a starter for @xsorceressx,
Ismael hadn't necessarily been coping well; Lupercalia came swiftly after the tragedy many were resentfully choosing to pretend had never been but the cambion was not so able-minded it seemed. He made the attempt -blissful ignorance- signing up for the events, pretending all was normal despite his workload nearly tripling. Long nights, later hours; the Innocent still ensured he made it to Lupercalia and he'd been insistent on finding a familiar face in the crowd. A goddess he understood full well would not miss this event considering Nash's participation. Ismael came forward, smiling almost meekly as he held his hands up in a sarcastic surrender, "I've been told by many family and friends that I need to have more fun," he clicked his tongue, "And yet I've lost every event I've signed up for since."












