“I realize something, Ozyman.” Not even Ozy-san, just Ozyman, not even the dias at the end. “You admit to your cats wearing hats.”

Even with the reform of Ishgard, it was rare visitors found their way to the Brume. Foundation was crawling with adventurers of all origins, but most lacked an interest in the lower rungs of the city. The Brume stayed blessedly untouched and quiet, a refuge from the growing commotion in the streets. A solace in shaded alleys and uneven stone, a shelter in rotted wood and warm hearths. Still a home, after all this time.

And it’s not as if they didn’t understand the constant neglect. There was little peasants could offer aside from crumbling rubble, unsteady scaffolding, and a dazzling view of the churning abyss of white below. But perhaps that was enough for this outsider, who seemed momentarily enraptured by the sea of swirling clouds. 

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss.

♔ —• Happiness was always one step away from Morgan at any given corner of his life. Whenever he felt like that maybe he’d get a moment in reprise and let himself rest in that wake, he found his life turning around for the worst at the drop of a dime. To him, chasing happiness was an endeavor he had little energy for and simply let it slip by. Time and time, watching it slip from his palms, he perhaps had blamed his inability to hold onto it tightly enough and let it overtake his own pace. And inevitably he soon grew to get used to the feeling. Why tire himself after all this time? It was easier to let it pass by. 

♔ —• The thing he never saw coming from a mile away was the idea that happiness could come to him. The idea that maybe he could be the target of it if put in such a situation. To be honest though, being put in such a spot made him.. scared, deep down. If that happiness kept on with its pace, would he be able to keep up? Would he let it slip by if it simply ran by him? At first he thought to only give it enough attention as it needed.. but then he realized that looking down at his own path, a second set of foot steps began to mirror his at every step. No matter how slow or fast he took it, they never overtook his own in such a way he couldn’t keep up or move further on ahead. 

♔ —• The straight and narrow began to blur a bit when he realized his vision was starting to grow rose tinted at what was happening. Long before he had understood the direction his life was going now, he began to understand a bit better what it was like being able to keep pace with something he really wanted in the end. Perhaps all the times of rest and joy that slipped through his grasp was simply his grip not being strong enough, but with her’s in hand, he wanted to hold on just a bit tighter, as if his life depended on it, for that small shred of joy that made his heart swell, and gave light to his life. 

♔ —• The first time, the second time, the third time, up to what may very well be the millionth time, a sensation and feeling he would never get tired of would always be her warm embrace, her steel crushing grip and, most familiar to him, would be the press of her lips against his at any given moment. Every time, sending his mind reeling back to the first time they would have truly held each other, it amazed him how every time it felt so familiar yet so new. And for him, who would give up everything about himself for the sake of others, found it most easiest to give himself up to her whenever she demanded it. 

♔ —• Having her fingers entwined with each other, her hands hooked over the crook of his neck and making him lean down just enough to do so, a soft laugh was quick to escape his maw. Not wanting to keep her waiting, he was quick to allow himself to be silenced by the familiar press of her lips, his single eye closed in reminisce over that same, heart racing moment they once shared long ago, pulling back just long enough to speak softly to her. 

   “Yes.”

"Your sphinxes are just cats wearing hats." 🤔 ( I WAS TOLD TO SEND THIS )