It had been another relatively quiet year for the floral phantom, not that he minded. The subject of his birthday brought up an array of mixed emotions for everyone involved, preferring to stay in his mansion like always. He did have his dear follower ghosts for company, so it wasn’t as if he was completely alone.
And yet, at the same time, Lewis wished he was back home with his family. After all, the holidays were also fast approaching. Being with them was all he really wanted. Not just for his birthday, but for Christmas as well.
A warm, nostalgic smile graced his lips while thinking back to what he could remember about Arthur and his love for the season in general. How his face lit up whenever he got the perfect gift. Which, while he appreciated everything he was given, nothing could top the time uncle Lance had presented him with the mystery van when it was still new.
There was a soft chuckle and a sigh from the violet haired main as he went into the kitchen to make himself some hot chocolate, Sonaja perching themself on top of his shoulder with an affectionate coo. There was something slightly off about the sound, as if they were hiding a secret.
Perhaps the tall spectre would find out what it was later on. For now, he was content to have a relaxing evening inside of his favorite place to haunt with his trusty magenta spirit companions. Although, a visitor or two would be most welcome.
The grass crunched under a pair of shoes as Sonata made her way to the mansion. From what she heard, this is where......he is. What if she's wrong? What if-
The siren shook her head to clear her doubts as she quietly peeked inside through the window. If she's right, and the ghost residing within the mansion is really who she thinks he is, then it will be worth it.
The search she conducted with her older sisters will finally be over.
