Titus whistles when he sees Ari approach from the other edge of the garden like he hadn't already seen her when they were getting ready earlier in the afternoon. oh, how he wished he could wink properly. he settles for a cheeky grin, leaning back in his chair with a dangerous little glint in his eye.

"Oh, I found it." Klaus leans over to show Ari his phone. There's a list after list of jobs that are hiring. "I'm not sure what you're looking for, but there are several cafes, flower shops, and a few modeling agencies if that's something you're interested in." He'll hand her his phone if she wishes to continue looking through the list.

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✯ “Welcome, spectators of all ages! It’s time to start yet another round of the EXTREME Sunset Volleyball Tournament!! Brought to you by our beloved City Hall. May our city shine like the stars!”

✯ The crowd cheers and whistles, as the announcer energetically gets into position to continue. “Today we have once again a set of novices to this tournament, but don’t understimate them for that, folks! You never know what sort of baggage they may carry on them.”

✯ “Without further ado, let’s call for our participants! On the right side of the court, send your cheers to this brunette bombshell potential - Fey and Laufeyson!!”

✯ “Thank you, thank you!” Maya waves at the audience like a happy child. Truth be told, she isn’t that experient with volleyball, much less one involving super powers. But hey! Should be fun doing this at least once in her life. Plus, her volley bikini is pretty cool.

for almost two years, Titus had been proud to call the woman in his arms his girlfriend. it seemed natural now, to come home and find her there waiting for him, to embrace her and feel all his worries melt away. he never though he’d ever have the chance to love someone as much as he did her--

and now he had to say goodbye.

he buries his face in the crook of her neck, sighing, though not contentedly as he usually does. he’s stressed and sad, more than he’s been in a long, long time. the city is disappearing and...he can’t follow her home. he has to go back to his own time, and while he’s excited to be back, he...he needs her there, too. what he wouldn’t give to have her with him, to introduce her to his friends and family.

he kisses her neck and tightens his grip on her slightly.

he hadn’t planned on saying much tonight, but...

Titus stumbles down the hallway, humming a tune entirely off-key, a half empty bottle of wine hanging loosely in his grip. it was only just barely midday, but the thief had more than a little buzz going, steps heavy but purposeful as he makes his way back to his condo for a snack and a nap. surely he couldn't be expected to stay out all day and night without a power nap, no?

he struggles with the lock on the door for a moment, his key simply not fitting correctly. strange. it normally opened easily, but no lock was ever a match for him. he picks it with ease, nudging the door open and squinting as he steps inside.

ah.

"This is...not my place." the familiar sight of his neighbor standing in her kitchen further confirmed that fact. blinking rapidly, Titus holds up the bottle of wine, sloshing the liquid around enticingly.

"Erm...Would you like a glass of wine?"

he'd signed up for this, they all had, but...

...standing alone at his entrance to the maze, already having lost sight of the damn cat they were supposed to be catching? it was daunting. he really needed to stop finding himself in labyrinths.

Titus shakes his head, hair flying wildly, and clears his thoughts. this was child's play! his sense of direction was excellent, he could practically sniff out traps, and he was athletic enough to catch up with a crafty feline. he hoped. armed with nothing but a little stamp, he was ready to get a move on, but instinct kept him from just running forward. he'd been nearly caught in his fair share of traps before and wasn't keen on adding to the list.

cupping his hands around his mouth, Titus tilts his head to the sky and yells.

the night air is cool against his skin, but the warmth spreading through his body from the multiple bottles of wine sitting between them prevents any real chill. this has become one of Titus’ favorite pastimes: laying on the roof with Ari, looking up at the stars or at her, both breathtaking pieces of nature. they climb up there often, sharing each others company and indulging in some good drinks and food. they often just talk, but sometimes they enjoy the comfortable silence, as they’re doing now.

while they look up at the night sky, Titus lets his thoughts wander, but is careful not to let them stray too far. he’s been rather homesick lately and thinking too hard could be catastrophic. he knows now would be the time to talk about it, to vent and get it all out, but he doesn’t want to ruin the serene atmosphere they’ve built up.

instead, he thinks about the time an emissary from a far off land came to visit and brought with him news that had shaken Titus to his core. 

he was a prince. he could be a prince of a country if only he would go back with him. yet...his life was not meant to go in that direction. he was a Lord serving under Ewan and he wouldn’t have it any other way. as he thinks about it, a little light bulb goes off in his mind. he...he hasn’t told Ari any of this!

turning his head to look at her, Titus casually drops a question that he really should’ve built up to first.