the rhose garden

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Warrior of Light

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Their first kiss was during the celebrations after returning from the fight with Hades. Not particularly keen on large gatherings, Oren made his escape to quieters surrounds after guaging his companions sufficiently inebriated and enveloped in their own merriment. His casual stroll in the warm night air found him on the raised walkway far above the hustle and bustle, and rounding the corner he chanced upon a familiar figure who had also managed a smooth exit. He approached slowly, his moth pulled into a silly lopsided smirk. "I'm sure you've snuck away to get out of conversation not start new ones but I'd be glad to join you if you'd like." , his soft voice barely carrying over the echoed sounds from below. A soft smile and shake of his head, turning to face the battle weary hero before him. "Yours is not company that needs escaping. Please…" he gestured to his side, Oren closing the distance, nearly shoulder to shoulder. And so they talked. For what seemed like hours upon hours, they talked, they laughed, they reminisced, watching the joyous crowd below dancing and singing, rough housing, completely unaware of their presence above. The night grew old and the moon shone overhead, illuminating the ceilings of the Crystarium as though they were still a part of the Crystal Tower. Oren could tell G'raha was at the end of his energy as his eyes became ever softer and crinkled at the edges. Suggesting it was perhaps time for both of them to retire G'raha went to turn, and in doing so his sandal snagged the grated floor sending him stumbling forward… right into the very chest he had stumbled into so many years before. Tired as he was the sudden movement awakened Oren's reflexes just in time to catch G'raha, a hand gently clasped to each shoulder. They stood there for what felt like an eternity when suddenly G'raha noticed a change in Oren's face, his expression fading from soft wonder to the determination he had seen so many times, and then he just… closed his eyes? "Oren? W-what are you doing?" "What I should have done a few hundred years ago apparently."