#highprinceadolin

"It would seem Vanth is very fond of you." Instead of a greeting, this is what he says upon making himself known. How ironic that the next time the two actually meet (just the two of them), this time it's nighttime. The moon shines brightly. Maybe it's because there are two moons now. Either way, it illuminates their surroundings brightly. Golden eyes stare intensely at Adolin, and then he bows his head.

An apology?

"Hm, Perhaps I was wrong about you during our first meeting, Prince Adolin.

"You reek."

Aurelius wrinkles his nose as a figure comes into view in the dim stretch of hallway—for some reason not all of the lights are working here. He's compensating by lighting his own way: a tiny mote of flame that floats by his face, flickering with its holy light.

"...you've been hanging around that detestable demon, haven't you?" The angel tsks, picking up the unmistakable presence of Sebastian lingering around the man like a cloud of bad cologne. Even with his senses muted, that stench struck a particularly sensitive nerve.

"It's a wonder you're still alive."

❝ I guess I'm not too shabby if my directions got you through those spooky woods in one piece. ❞ After Vanth had apologized for his radio silence and cleared the air with him, the last thing he wanted for Adolin was a rescue mission. He takes him by the arm, whisking him into the refuge of the castle and out of the hot, humid forest air. ❝ C'mon, Sebby wants to welcome you. ❞

While it took some significant time to get used to his current living situation – namely the fact that he was living with roommates and was confined to one private room – the Doctor had accepted his lot, using the situation to his advantage even. Sure, it was by far not as comfortable as having his laboratory as well as overseeing who enters and leaves it, but so was life; the Doctor was nothing if not adaptable.

And besides, his situation could have been a lot worse.

So he decided to take things day by day and allow himself to slow down, his charming roommates definitely helping him to get accustomed to the more mundane things in life. For example, as he was doing now, sitting on the balcony with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hand, the aroma bringing memories of something that deep down should’ve felt like home. Memories of coffee, spilled ink, filled notebooks and torn out papers, the humidity of the forest and the hot desert air, grease and oil and sweat and blood. All those sensations coming over him with a sip of his drink, and fading again moments after, like a wave caressing the shores of a beach, gentle yet unbound. Maybe he should seek a little talk with Lesser Lord Kusanali again…

But before that dangerous thought could inspire a more laid out plan, he noticed movement in the yard next to his own, eyes darting over to the figure one house over. The Doctor stood up from his seat to lean over the railing of his balcony, the cup of coffee held leisurely in his free hand while he inspected the man, evidently his neighbour, while he was seemingly practicing his swordplay.

It was a fascinating display of physical prowess and vigilant practice, the Doctor watching on for a while, thinking this was just as much entertainment as Queen’s cartoons and reality shows.

no new stock that he notices, though there is another customer shopping around. more specifically, he seems to be looking into a rather beautifully colored outfit, one that complements him well. ah, were it not for one, little tidbit. he waits in momentary silence, observing the other as he seems to genuinely contemplate purchasing it, until he speaks up at long last.

❝ I wouldn't go with that one, friend... ❞ he chimes in with a lilt of his voice, one step forward as he makes his presence fully known. ❝ Not unless you wanted cheap fabric at a hiked up price. There's far better quality than that, even on the racks. ❞

"Adolin Kholin."

The name seems to have just come out of nowhere. That isn't the case, though. Being the creature of the night meant being the night. Slipping in and out as one pleased and becoming one with the dark, it may have been difficult to spot him---them. Morpheus is here, too. Standing in front of the blond.

"Prince Adolin. What a lovely surprise to see you here." With the moon high up in the sky, real or not, it makes the Moon beach look ever more lovely.