#aequoreum

After doing his daily training and workout on his own, the swordsman  gingerly sheathed his blade, ready to head back to shower. As he walked through the courtyard on the way, a familiar figure was seen walking his way. The Prince -- but more notably, his best friend. A glance around to see if no one was around, and then the swordsman dashed towards him. “ Mikleo! “ An arm raises to wave at him as he ran over.

   And he does pause in his tracks at the sound of another voice. He pauses, and then turns to face the one whom called out to him, his gaze stern and serious. He has business to attend to and won’t be stopped by that whom he could gather was another Seraph. She appeared to be a Seraph of fire, though some strands of her hair were unusually colored for that. Regardless if she became hostile towards him, he had something of an upper hand.

   “I have to proceed through this area to reach my next destination. What purpose do you have in stopping me?”

“ Past here lies a powerful Daemon. It would do you good to turn back. “

Experiencing such firsthand was no easy trial. Whatever this world was -- strikingly similar to the Wasteland, yet subtly different -- the Malak would proceed with caution. And this new Malak she’d stumbled on... was he on his own? Surely, he would have someone to watch over him, or so she expected ( unless he was like her -- rebelling. ) “ Besides, are you on your own? Malakim should be with their masters. “

It was only a matter of seconds that could’ve stopped this from happening. Someone -- he didn’t know who -- pushed him back towards the crosswalk, just as the lights flashed green. That instant felt like eternity, watching his friend’s face contort in horror as his gaze faced the sky. Reality was moving too quick. Before he could understand what was happening, a strong force crashed into his side, a cacophony of honking and beeping filling his ears amidst the chaos.

His body flew far from the impact, head hitting the ground first before anything else.

Send me a symbol and I will tell you…

    & so amethyst gaze lingers upon the moon above, shoulder meeting shoulder as Mikleo leans lightly upon his companion. Slender digits softly trace atop Sorey’s larger hand before settling atop - faintly cool to the touch by comparison.

    It was almost a full moon at this point, shining brightly down upon Earthly inhabitants. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold amidst the thousands of stars. {Was it odd, the sight of it left a sense of longing aching within his chest?}

    “It is, isn’t it?”

A laugh rings gently, focusing his gaze towards the nearly full moon. Milky white, offering bright light as to guide those through the darkness -- how beautiful. “ Yeah. It really is, “ he agrees as their palms meet, locking fingers and squeezing his lithe hand softly. Nights had been cloudy lately, so he thought -- I’m glad that we could see this together -- seeing as tomorrow’s night sky may be clouded once more.

His chest warmed at that thought. Sorey truly felt lucky in that moment. Not for any particular reason -- he simply felt that way.

He had not expected this from his bi-weekly visit to the library, but for some reason he had felt compelled to help this stranger. By his unearthly appearance, Oscar could gather that this man was probably one of the blessed Seraphim that lived among them, though such a fact did not deter him from approaching the other.

With a book in hand, Oscar moves with purpose over to the blue haired man.

Clearing his throat to grab the other's attention, he speaks up.

"Pardon me, but you dropped this back there." He notices the large pile that now lay on the table the other sat at. It was understandable how he had dropped this one then.

"You have quite a few books.."