@cookignis || as discussed
⋞⁘♔⁘⋟ Sometimes it was overwhelming for Ravus to contemplate too heavily on the differences between now and ten years ago. They had all mingled about their lives, blissfully unaware for what fates were in store for them. Well, aside from Lunafreya, to a degree. Her future had always been pathed out, to a certain degree, if not quite to the bitter extent that it was now. Just as he overanalyzed literally everything else, this was all a topic that consumed Ravus’ mind and granted him countless sleepless nights.
In his usual routine during his battles with restlessness, he tugged his robe on and meandered aimlessly around the halls of Fenestala Manor. It wasn’t terribly late, but ever the military man, Ravus attempted to adhere to a strict schedule, one that put him to bed in early hours so that he could wake at dawn and begin his morning routines. Lately, that was becoming more and more difficult.
As he descended the staircase in the foyer and crossed the landing, his feet carried him in the direction of the kitchens. Perhaps some tea would calm his mind a touch, then he could attempt his slumber again. As he approached through the dining hall, he heard the sounds of movement and noticed that the lights were on in said kitchen. Had one of the staff left them on or was someone else in a similar state as him?
Curiously, he stepped into the room and peered around, looking to see who it might be. Selfishly, he knew who he hoped it was. While Ignis and Ravus might have had their differences on various matters, the man had been a constant in his life over those past few years. He was the slight reassurance that he was not entirely alone in this whole ordeal. “Hello?” he beckoned, rounding one of the countertops, in the direction of the water kettle.
