Simeon thought it had been weird, how this new guard at court seemed to gravitate towards him in particular. Often with questions that were either unrelated to work or with tasks that needed his help because of 'How strong and capable you are'. He had helped each time, and with each task or question answered the confusion grew stronger from your reaction alone.

"No, no you... only a couple drops of oil should suffice when maintaining your sword." The Sabinite furrowed his brow at the guard, how did they not know this and why on the gods plane did they give him such a look after?

"He is not interested." Your arm wrapping around the tall mans waist with such urgency was not something he expected out of this morning- but he would be a fool to complain. The Guard tenses, and with a smile tilts their head.

"Oh I am so sorry, and you are...?" They ask. There is something in their tone he dislikes... No one should ever speak to you in such manner, even if you did cut into the conversation.

"MC is my- they are... my partner." Just those words alone made him feel all gooey, like crystallised fruit cores left out in the sun for too long. Yeah so, Simeon did not really do romance before (or after and then before again)MC so, him actually understanding he was being flirted with are close to 0. Sims would not let someone flirt with him if he was in a relationship though, regardless of intent or person behind it (except maybe Cal because Cal is just like that.) He would apologise to MC for not catching on quicker and make sure they were okay. ( The guard would also get an apology from him.)

Delvin stops doing inventory with you and slowly pans over to the maid currently being pushed forwards by a group of servants, all giving her a huge thumbs up and giggling.

One of his thick eyebrows raise as he inspects her, like she was another piece of carbonated steel sent in from Zenith. "Yes?"

She jumps and lets out a small nervous laugh, fiddling with her apron. "I uhm- I like you! And- I um.. I was wondering if.. maybe we could.. Spend some time toget-" She doesn't have time to finish before the Captain seeker lets out a laugh, not wholly unkind, more surprised. You were not even given the time to react, although you can feel the green eyes demon slowly slithering around your neck-

"Pass. Taken." The captain does not specify by who and does not cause a scene. Only turns back to you and continues counting the new supplies. Delvin knows what a confession looks like, and what flirting sounds like, and if he is committed to MC he would not even let it start. He is normally a rather confident man, but struggles with jealousy himself and knows how damaging it can be in relationships. No way in Halsfars name would he do that to MC.

Alda lets out a nervous laugh, gods the drinking must have gotten to her- because there is no way, non whatsoever, that her old crush, Templar Regis was currently flirting with her of all people.

"I must have misheard you..." She starts, and you already see red from where you are standing. You have only been gone for less than a minute to fetch her a new drink.

Templar idiot whats-his-name then touches the side of her arm, and says something- probably as cheesy as his first line- that makes her go beet red. You don't let him finish before rushing up and pushing him away with a look as deadly as a reapers blood. "She is taken."

The Templar removes his arm and nods slowly, an apologetic smile on his face as he backs away.

As you turn to face her, she as somehow gotten even redder, with a wobbly smile on her face. "Oh uh! Wow-" She giggles, looking down at her fiddling hands. "That- That was... You're hot." Omg Alda would like actually swoon if MC did that knight in shining armour move. She would obvs not intentionally flirt with anyone if in a relationship and never lead someone on, but without MC stepping in she might have a hard time getting to that point of actually telling someone 'no'.

Calypso lets out a melodic laugh, hand placed elegantly on the stranger that just joined yous arm. You had been too busy imagining the bastards face smashed in to have actually heard what he said to make the oracle so happy, but you don't really think you wish to know anyways...

"You are a delight! Please let me introduce you to my partner while you are at it- I am sure they would love to be told such things as well." The stranger falters, eyes travelling to look at you from where you stand, he clears his head and chuckles.

"Oh- Well, the compliment was only intended for you, Oracle Calypso-"

Cals smile disappears and is replaced by an equally attractive expression of disgust. "Oh? Gross. Let us leave, my darling." Their soft manicured hand find yours in record time and guide you away to another mingling group at the event. Calypso is a flirt please forgive them, HOWEVER they are not a cheater- unless explicitly aimed at both MC and them, they would probably give the flirting party the most earth shattering look of disgust or annoyance. Though the idea of MC getting jealous enough to wish to make their relationship known is rather sweet to them.

Noor is so confused, moments ago the library had been silent as usual, with only you, him and his books. But suddenly a visiting emissary was lounging far too close to him to be comfortable. "Can I assist you in any way, miss?" The historian finally breaks, carefully placing the book down onto his lap.

Simeon and you have barely passed Tartarus when the doubt kicks in, a heavy weighty ball in the pit of his gut. "MC?" He starts, hesitating after uttering their name. Silence, putting more and more pressure upon that festering fear. He reached backward, his hand extended; waiting. Nothing. He begins to turn, his blinded eye staring into nothing for a moment, then he snaps his head forwards again. "I am able to save you this time, I will not waste that." His hand lowers back to his side as he keeps wandering. He lost you once before, never again.

It would be a close call, but he would make it. Seeing as he already lost MC once before he would be suspicious of just how easy this feels, but he would refuse to give up. Not when he is this close to having them back again; with him actually having been able to save them.

Delvin has not once lost his heavy frown. One might think to show reverence to a god, but not him. Not once, since you passed, had he let up his sour expression. He twists his ankle again and as he falls forward he shuts his eyes tightly; he can't risk catching a glimpse of you. Not when the light from the entrance of the cave is enough to warm his skin, and soon yours. He tells himself he doesn't care, the two of you are bound to die eventually, he is lucky he has gotten this old- But you, stupid, foolish you. He uses the wall to right himself and stumbles forwards, out into the warmth of the land of the living. His entire body tensing at the careful touch upon his shoulder. Your hand is warm as he wraps his fingers around yours, and it's sweeter than ambrosia.

Delvin would make it, he is stubborn as all hells, and while normally not really comital to one person, MC is far from just a person to him. He would rather be caught dead singing or playing an instrument but- he'd even throw in a small jig if it gave MC a better chance at living.

Alda has not once stopped crying, she performed with tears streaming down her red cheeks, and had been scaling the rocky stairs up from Elysium whilst sobbing; no longer having tears to shed. She fumbles with her tunic, sucking in a sharp breath. Finally the soft glow from the moon hits her face, and she speeds up, running out into the field surrounding the cave. "Please! Tell me you are there- I-Tell me I didn't lose you- don't make me go back.." As your hand touches her arm she turns around and tackles you. Somehow producing new tears that stain your tunic. "I love you- I love you- I... OH my god, I love you..."

Alda is not usually like this, and won't really be like this in the story, but that said, this would be the first time she would have lost MC. She does not care for it- and would fist fight Hades, Thanatos and Nyx if needed to bring MC back.

Calypso had been silent, steps reassured and elegant up until the final steps of the stairs. Then they stop, foot tapping impatiently as if the exit wasn't less than 7 steps ahead of them. No one fooled them and got away with it, perhaps it would be better to turn now; make sure- one look. You look as radiant as you did when you were alive, is the first thought that passes through their mind, then its regret. One hand reaches out to grasp for yours as you fade, getting a handful of cold air. "Wait-" They whisper, grabbing at where you stood with frantic panic. "NO! Wait please- Please!"

Calypso would not make it out with MC, not matter how hard they tried to control their impulsiveness. They would try to tell themself it was a trick all along, it would be the only way to not suffocate under the guilt.

"Careful, there's a dip in the step." Noor softly says, a few steps ahead of what he hopes is you. The entire journey he has given small warnings, offering a hand to steady you if you were to need it, all while his hazel eyes stayed steady in front of him. "We are soon there my love, just a few steps more and you will be-" He hesitates at verbalising your state, keeping his steps more even than his mind. "Can you feel it? The sun." He smiles, pausing at the cave entrance. Grass has never once before felt so very soft. And neither has your hand as it clasps around his.