So he heard it was someone’s birthday.
That someone, he recalled, had a smile so beautiful even in death. No matter how much brushstrokes, no matter the fact he killed him, no matter the idea that he had warned the Harpy of what was to happen if he had agreed–the Harpy had been loyal and obeyed.
Even in death. And even in death, he smiled.
Alone had spotted him during a solemn walk. He didn’t think he’d find this man at this time; perhaps this was Fate’s strings at work–to spot him on his own birthday. The blonde haired boy figured it’d be wise to make amends while the opportunity was here.
He didn’t expect forgiveness ultimately.
“Harpy?” Alone had spoke when he took steps further towards him. He made sure–or at least he hoped he looked serene enough. The boy had lowered his head, near humble bowing, and spoke immediately without a stutter, “Happy Birthday. And I apologize for back then.”
( It’s murder-free i swear Val–)
Of course he didn’t expect to run into Hades- Or rather, Valentine didn’t expect Hades to run into him. It was rare that the boy would wander inside the castle, outside of his room (what a greatly concocted golden cage that was) and his presence caught the Harpy off guard, so much that he didn’t even know what he was supposed to do: bow in front of him? Perhaps salute him? Kneel down? In the midst of the confusion, the Specter ended up almost throwing himself down, half-kneeling, half-bowing as he waited for the deity to speak.
And, well, that certainly was a day full of surprises- That even the boy himself would wish him a happy birthday- That went beyond his imagination, far beyond. “I, uh… Thank you, my Lord. There is not…Need to apologise for what happened.” In a way, he felt he had brought that upon himself and, on top of it, part of him also felt he had deserved such a fate.
