@shadowedstep
Vaati would not consider himself a nostalgic person. Though some would say he’d grown soft over his stay in this city, he would still gladly call himself a villain- he was evil. He didn’t care for others. (He could insist as much as he wanted, at least. Nobody believed that.)
Still, he found himself making his way to the rivers of Cotes at night, lingering thoughts on his mind. It’d been.... a while since he’d seen her, hadn’t it? It wasn’t like that was a surprise- she’d gone home, as everyone seemed to eventually. But the strange feelings lingering in his chest had made him feel the desire to partake in the little tradition of this place with lighting candles.
“I wonder... how you’re doing...” He watched as the small candle floated down the river, sighing lightly. He stiffened up at the sounds of movement behind him- but rather than getting angry at a sudden impostor, he stood stock-still, eyes widened in shock.
“....Piper?”
