STELLAR MORI .

bid on a large private estate in ishgard and was assaulted by the thought of mors and g'raha retiring there someday. neither of them would be anywhere near as limber or gumptious as they used to be. they'd have thoroughly grayed hair and a lifetime's worth of scars to boot. g'raha would need glasses on more often than not and twice as many massages. mors would finally put the cane he inherited from edmont to use and begrudgingly ask for repetition when someone's voice is too low because his hearing just ain't razor sharp anymore. but their eyes are brimming with love, curiosity and light. they've got laughter lines to compliment their wrinkles. when they wouldn't be off visiting somewhere new as humble tourists, on a date at an eatery or theater or volunteering in what ways they can still manage, they'd sit on a swinging bench together with a blanket they'd picked up as a souvenir from radz-at-han over their laps. g'raha plugging away at a book, like always. mors keeping their gentle momentum going with one foot to the ground, feeding birds or idly listening to g'raha's impressions and theories until he starts dozing. the only times their adjoining hands aren't intertwined are when they're cupping the other's face to steer them nearer for a kiss. just as meaningful and adoring as the thousands of others they've shared.

g'raha swelling with a long coveted satisfaction the first time someone asks him if mors is spoken for and he can finally, FINALLY answer, "why, yes. he and i are to be eternally bonded." vs. someone asking mors if g'raha is spoken for and without any deliberation, he grabs his ass a fresh bucket of popcorn, then replies, "as a matter of fact, he isn't. would you like to make his acquaintance? i'd be glad to arrange for it."

mors'll be like "yeah you can come to the first show of my theater troupe's reunion tour if you really want to. yeah i'm in it but just a small role right at the end" and then he's the golden witch beatrice.