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A gathering is being upheld in Piramida, a celebration on the success in collaborating with the Knights of Favonius. They may be of foreign blood, but they assimilate into the Lightkeepers's faction so smoothly as if they've known each other for a long time. Acquaintance quickly become friends, respects turns into friendship. They bond under the moonlight with the heater toasting them a coziness comfort.

With the Grandmaster losing himself in the merriness of it all, booze in hand and a friend in arms to join, Lohen decides that it's best to keep watch. With everyone mesmerized by the bewitching wine, hypnotized by the sweet inviting smell they couldn't resist, he grabs a glass of juice and stand far from the crowd.

At the edge of the venue, he peeks seldomly to the outskirts. It's not too dark yet not too bright. The moon shines just right for the path to be illuminated as if guiding a poor lost stranger towards their merry little encampment. He smiles a grin. The blessing of the moon reminds him of the wind that Barbatos never so frugal to grace back at home. Even here, the god loves the humans reside in their nation.

He can't help but miss the love he felt from the wind. His heart felt damp from the thought, painted a little bit of blue to render him somber. Perhaps he's a bit homesick, just like the rest of them.

"Enjoying yourself, Sir Knight?" One of the Lightkeepers approached him. Someone on the side of the tall, though his appearance seems grim and gloomy as if the grim reaper inviting himself to the party. It was Flins, one of their most trustworthy ally. And a busybody at best. "It would be much more lively if you're in the center."

"Someone has to watch over them." Lohen replied, "Who knows? Maybe one of those Wild Hunts would want a drink as well."

"You make the most hilarious joke." Flins laughed. As eyes scanned, Lohen noticed his lantern swayed within the glass cage. Its movement seems almost alive, a sentient that dances upon the soul it possessed. What a peculiar color. Must be the work of those kuuvahki thing. "I assured you the Wild Hunts is dormant for the moment. You should indulge yourself a bit more for your hard work."

"Thanks but no thanks." Lohen drunk his cup until the last drop is swallowed. A satisfied sigh escapes once his mouth leaves the cup's edge. "I don't like getting drunk."

"Then, that makes both of us." Flins leaned his glass towards Lohen's, "Salutation."

"It's a bit too late for that, don't you think so?" Lohen snickered, finding amusement in the delayed sentiment. "But fine. I'll give. Salutation."

The Vice Captain clashed his glass with Flins, reciprocating the gesture he initiated. A clang tone resound once meet. A peculiar warmth engulf his body. Relief bathed as the cups touch by the edge. Fingers brushed slightly against their leather gloves. An unnecessary thought popped up in Lohen's head, and a mischievous statement escaped his lips.

"My, this is scandalous." Lohen uttered, "It's like an indirect kiss."

"Then I'm lucky to be kissed by such a beautiful knight."

Flins ran off as soon as the sentence left him, answering Varka's call to join the drunkard's circle. Leaving Lohen all alone, the gears in his mind has finished processing the words he had just heard. He can feel his body getting warmer, as if ablaze by the blue flame in Flins's lantern. It burns him, making a mess out of his heart. Catching him off guard like that, that's foul play.

(I see glass, i see fire, i think lantern, i think about this goddamn fae lol. Flins Kyryll Chudomirovich is ruining me and i need him killed.

Warning: Abusive Family

Character: Sonic, Eggman

Genre: General, Time Travel, Hurt & Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Summary: Sonic runs too fast in one of his runs again and with too much energy for a jog(in his words), he got transported to who knows where. Upon gaining consciousness, he woke up to find himself in the care of a weird looking teenager. He looks awfully familiar but he seems kind and helpful enough, even have some similarities with Tails, so it's a win for him. They talk and be friends.

Talking with this guy makes him realized he got transferred to the past. So he ask for his help to go back and he's awfully enthusiastic about it. Returning to his home, he sees a lot of familiar looking blueprints. This guy is a passionate inventor and... And... Eggman?! This is him?! Wait, what if he tries to change him? He's a good inventor, just a little mess up. Maybe this is his chance to fix him and have more peace than disaster in the future. Great! Then he won't miss it for the world!

Word Count: 16, 390 words

The ocean breeze cleanse the lung into a state of tranquility, cricling the airways to snatch off any filth that makes it uneasy to breathe. The waves crashing by the bed of sands, wetting it with a forceful pang to resound thousands of cluttering water drops. The cool air brushes against hot skin, lowering it as it carries the warm away from the body. Sandy landscape exude a softness of a gentle touch, a comforting feel that invites for a lay. In a land of foreign sight yet familiar wind, there stood a knight covered in the glory of his homeland.

Lohen indulges in the calmness of the shore. He takes deep breath as he let himself fall into the peace. With the wetness of blood still damp from the previous fight, he takes a sit at the edge of the wave's flow. His ears filled with nothing but the waters playing its melody ever so carefree. Never missing a beat as it drops another echo onto the land. It thrashes by his feet with a droopy splash. The wind carresses his face of a job well done, patting every brush of his hair appreciating his hard work on eliminating the hunt of the day.

Just as he lost in the moment, reminiscing of a time where he's back home, a covered hand of handkerchief rub against his face. Never opening his eyes even for a peek since he knows who it was. Instead, he leans deeper into the touch of warm hands. He can hear the other person's sighing. Another routine of nagging is coming his way.

Illuga, remained cleaning the blemishes ruining Lohen's face, uttered in discontent. "Sir Lohen, I told you many times to return to the watch after hunting. It's dangerous to stay out here like this."

"Worried about me, birdie?" Lohen smiled, a satisfying one for getting his attention onto him. "I know you'll come look for me."

"If you know, then so help me." Illuga cleaned the last spot in a slow pace, not wanting to leave the grasp he initiated too early. "I'm quite busy so please cooperate next time."

"If I didn't do this, you'll drown in that stupid papers." Lohen argued, "You should enjoy the moment once in a while."

Once all blood has been wiped, Illuga retreats his hand to the side and silently watch the other. His eyes that was close is now open, gazing towards into the dark sea. It seems endless with the absence of light, the edge is almost invisible to the eye. The sky and sea has become one it seems. The ripples reflecting lights are mimicking the stars. The deep void it colors itself in is copied without a fault. And Illuga's eyes attached to Lohen's face instead.

His eyes illuminates a sense of longing, a desperation to see what is yearned in his heart. Its iris soften for the image he wanted to present before his eyes, a wish come true for an hour of rejoice. His smile curves in an angle that depicts a state of melancholic acceptance. It exudes a statement of reassurance, perhaps for himself, that what he craves to perceive will come to be.

Illuga smiled as he said, "…You miss home, do you?"

"Yeah." Lohen answered in a soft whisper, "More than you can imagine."

"Mondstadt must have been an amazing city if it gets someone like you to stick around." Illuga fluttered a few giggles.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"When this all ends and you get to go home," Illuga's hand landed on Lohen's as if it's natural, finding the place it has accustomed to hold. "Can I come with you? I want to see the Mondstadt that you love."

Lohen gripped his hand, engulfing Illuga's entirely under his palm. "Of course. Anything for you, birdie."

A well wrapped letter patched onto the Grandmaster's door. Neat, wellkept, tidy. Rolled up without a crease in sight as if ironed before it's sent, even decorated with a blue ribbon to sprinkle a bit of beauty onto the plain whites. He's impressed by the meticuous detail being flattened into a pristine presentation. Why was he impressed? Because seeing the name 'Lohen' attached to it what's make him disbelief.

Even to go so far as to write in loopy, wavy calligraphy rather than the rough, edged handwriting, something is defintiely not right. First thing he thought of is an impostor trying to lure him somewhere. With a red thread trailing along the hallways and all over the places, it's luring Varka to follow the mystery and uncover them. But once he's reached the end and caught off guard perhaps that'll be where they strike. Could be just another trick from the rascal, bribing Kaeya with some high class wine to forge some fancy lines with a trap waiting for him to fall in. However way it'll go, he can go through them with ease.

Each steps he take lead him to the things tied within the red lines. He walks and walks with a heart anticipating a surprise ambush, sneaking an attack from his blindspot. But nothing as threatening came. Only a heartwarming gesture is arranged along the way.

First it was Jean. He tried to run at first, thinking another mountainous papers are going to lock him behind the doors overnight again. Though she simply greets him as she offers to handle the work this time. Then she meets Lisa who offers him a nice cup of tea, saying how it's been requested by a certain 'kindhearted' gentleman to give. Varka almost spit out the good beverage out of hilarity, but he's courteous enough to not waste it and gulps it down. Although, it did give him a round bout of coughs that echoes in the headquarters.

Klee is also along the thread, saying something about a surprise waiting at the end for him. Giggly laughs was attempted to be held back inside her cheeks, but the sound eventually make their escape among the tiniest gaps. Varka tries to pry it from her what it was. He failed, and now he's haunted by the possibility of Klee's bomb being involved in this. His unsettlted nerves calm down once he met with Noelle, who has fixed him a nice blanket for the next time he goes on an expedition. Even Razor is here to give him something, and it's a homemade hashbrown that he puts a lot of effort in to learn. With shaped paws and savory sauce to complete the meal, he enjoys them together with the young one.

So far nothing has been troubling. It's actually pretty nice. Just hanging around familiar company, indulging in the warmth of a peaceful hour. It's somehow make him even more suspicious. Because under this tranquil silence, an unpredictable chaos is sure to brew underneath. Especially if it involves their 5th Company Vice Captain.

He finally reaches the end of the thread and its tied to the rooftop door. The Grandmaster takes a few breath to relief himself of any anxiety. Once a few sighs have let loose into the air does he twists the doorknob open. What he sees make his jaw almost dropped. His eyes expand, surprise as it perceiving the scene in full.

There awaited Lohen with his back presented at first. The moment he noticed Varka's presence, he turned around with a bouquet in hand. He looks exceptionally…beautiful. The wind blows his hair just at the right speed, allowing it to flow so softly and gentle in its drift. The sun hits his eyes at the right angle, giving it a shine that was never there. His smile seems so mellow, almost like the dandelion has soften it. He was mesmerized by the sight that he froze the moment his eyes met his. Varka felt his heart is pumped full. He felt like it could burst. He was undefyingly capivating.

Varka lets out a smile, huffing an embarrassed sigh as his cheeks slightly turned pink. He approached Lohen slowly, "You know, I didn't expect you to be a roman-TIC?!"

His leg was snatched by a rope, tighten around his ankle and pulled upward hanging him upside down. It was so quick his head is swirling from the swift motion. Frustration soon engulfs him. So it was a prank after all. Seeing Lohen bursts into laughter, he can feel his heart sombers an unexplainable sadness. Does he actually want Lohen to be romantic? He knows it's not in the guy's code to be so tender. This mischief is much more expected out of him. Still, it won't be that bad to get some gentleness once in a blue moon.

Though it seems Lohen isn't in any short of surprise. Despite Varka's demand to be put down, it was ignored. Any instruction or orders from him is disregard like it didn't just come from their most influential figure in the Knights. Lohen closing their distance with leisure strut. His face looks blank. Varka can't read him at all. The tension is crushing him. What is he going to do now?

In under a minute, he feels his lips soften by another's. He feels a shared warmth in the contact. It's like time has stopped for how long it felt. A tremor shaken his heart awake of the same fullness he felt before, but this time it has exploded. Varka's entire body fuzz into a melting warm. He was surprised for sure, but he's too delighted by this turn of event to care about other emotions.

Lohen doesn't say anything. Just a smile once it's over and he walks away. But Varka can't forget what he saw. How red his ears were. How much he tried to hold the blushes in. How his eyes pulling him like the black hole of the Abyss. Recognizing what it was, he quickly free himself from the contraption at the cost of his head having a bump. He needs to catch up to Lohen before he escape. He will get that answer no matter what!

Cold. White. Barren. Speck of frost falling to the heaps on the ground. It builds into a soft land, perfect to lie in comfort. There's bare a body of silver hair among the pure stillness and undisturbed silence. Its color disappears among the whiteness. But their figure is painted so immaculately, so detailed, so precious. As their blood spilled to paint it bold, a lined silhouette formed in red.

It's too late now, dear Imunlaukr. You can't save them anymore. Never.

***

A dissatisfied groan escaped from a knight's mouth. He holds his head with frustration. What happened is itching his every nerve compiling even more exasperation to start the day. It's the same dream, over and over again. Seeing a maiden laying there helplessly as blood oozing out of her, bathing the snow in a color he often sees even in real life. A voice often told him he failed to save her and he'll fail even before the next one came. It's a curse. He doesn't know what triggers it.

Ever since he arrived in Nod Krai, this nightmare has been haunting h without mercy. Losing sleep, absence of focus, blurry thoughts, nothing good ever comes from these recurring distortions. It's an annoying distraction for a good fight. He has been in his best behavior along the march. Haven't made a deal with the devil or anything in arrival. Yet, he is greeted with this maddening repetition.

Lohen grunts some more as he sits up. He has been trying to find out about this dream for days now and there's hardly any clues that lead to the truth. It's been disruptive to his beauty sleep. Bags started to camp under his eyes the more he had them.

He even has to get help --more like forced to receive them, from the Grandmaster. It's a bit too nosey of him getting into his business like that. But it's to be expected since he's always been extremely generous giving extra help to every nook and cranny he's in. But his term of solution is a bit...wild.

He insists on meeting the Captain of Orioles Nightmare, one of those Lightkeepers's crud gatherings. Every meeting with them arranged and scheduled is skipped, what makes it so effective for him to see voluntarily? Well, he's desperate. There doesn't seem to be any alternatives, not even a clue on what's wrong with him. Might as well give it a try.

When he did attend, he couldn't believe his eyes. It's like a delusion displaying a mocking image, tricking his mind which is already in a disarray state. Its gears pause for a moment trying to process what his bicolor irises are perceived. His heart stops briefly. Everything seemingly slows down even time itself. It's her. The maiden. He finally found her.

Except the one he's facing right now is nowhere close to the word 'maiden'. It's a guy. And a nagging one at that. He's been spouting a lot of words upon meeting and it all goes in one ear and out the other. Lohen refuses to listen. It's enough that Seamus is berating him at camp, now he has to hear it from some lantern enthusiast as well.

He did show up with blood splattered all over his uniforms and face, a clear evidence he just finished hunting some Wild Hunts. Any normal person would go crazy seeing him like that, like an insane murderer on the loose looking for the next victim.

Before he could retort telling him to shut up, a towel was thrown to his face. He peeks under the cloth. His face is a bit distracting he almost doesn't hear what he says again. "Wipe yourselves before coming in. Save my comrade's heart, will you? Next time you come, you better present yourself as a proper knight."

What an audacity he has to order him around. He took vow as a Favonius Knight to obey the Grandmaster's command, not some stranger that plays around with some old lamp. Whatever. He'll find out soon enough why this guy is in his dream. In turn, fulfill what Imunlaukr failed to do.

Lohen courteously smiles. "Whatever you say, birdie."

Varka has just finished freshen up after a long hard day. He just lay himself on the bed, completely vigor from the cool water freeing him of any fatigue gripping onto muscle. Relaxation mood on max. He lets out a satisfying sigh as he lets the comfort of the bed engulfed in complete firm. No protest at all. He knows he deserve the good rest.

Then came crashing in Lohen. Before he could even sit up to process and shooes him out, wanting the time alone to cool off, he pushes the Grandmaster onto bed and lands on his side all the same. He ends up having to squeeze in through the tight frame that's just enough for Varka alone. To accommodate the additional occupier, Varka shifts to his side, facing Lohen. In turn, seemingly replying the gesture so it's equal, Lohen faces him.

"Seriously…" Varka sighed, "Why are you even coming here? You know my bed's not enough for two."

"That's your concern?" Lohen laughed. It sound so sweet it might turned him diabetes. "It's fine, Grandmaster. I actually like it when the bed is full."

"Why?"

"Then I'll know someone got my back." Lohen said, "That way I can sleep without worries."

"So you're lonely huh?" Varka smirked, "You could've just said so."

"If I said I do," Lohen inches closer, pulling on Varka's pendant playfully, "are you going to hold me?"

Varka gives a stare that tingles Lohen in the way he likes. Eyes are the window to the soul, they say. And the Vice Captain can see how hungry the great wolf of Boreas is to the prey right in front of him. The suggestion opens up many gates for him to choose, and he'd willingly entertain the idea if it's exciting enough to grant him elation as leveled as the exhilarating joy he felt on the battlefield. The fact that his pupils fixated on him as he uttered those invitation, blue eyes like crashing waves as it slowly turns into soothing water, Lohen can't help but anticipating his next action with great expectation.

Though, he ends up just being hugged by the other. Tightly embraced by two strong arms, his muscles grazed against his body as affirmation of a shield to protect. His chest barely tucked under collar, exposing as his face plastered onto that he could hear a heartbeat rhytmically pacing in a calmly tune. Hands begin rummaging his hair in search of any thoughts disturbing the head and picking them off for a freer mind. A soft kiss landed on top as the icing on the cake, finally turning Lohen into soft serve to enjoy delicately with time.

They lay there motionless for a while. Letting the warmth of their body shared, distributed inbetween any touches of the skin they can give despite the clothes' fabric getting in the way. The cold wind tried to intercept their cuddle with a gruelling brush of freezing vapor, yet it only brought them closer. The coziness of being in each other's arms soon dominating their body. This gentle intimacy urge them to close their eyes, giving in to the tranquility it gives. Breath slowly decreasing its pace, serenely travel across their airways in pleasant momentum.