𝐍𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  seen  to  was  he  sent  away  from  the  Crystarium.  Plucked  unceremoniously  from  a  homecoming  he’d  avoided  for  an  age  only  to  have  all  greetings  and  awkward  exchanges  interrupted  when  mind  and  soul  were  cast  across  the  abyss.  That  was  as  much  as  he’d  gathered  ere  he’d  been  all  but  shoved  into  the  greater  world  of  the  First.  He  supposes  ‘twould  be  difficult  to  begrudge  the  haste  in  which  he’d  been  forced  away  when  upon  first  meeting  with  the  man  responsible  for  his  presence  ‘pon  the  First  had  he  been  close  to  murdering  the  Exarch.

               His  first  sight  of  the  lands  beyond  the  Crystarium  is  that  of  the  firmament.  How  it  glows,  how  all  else  ‘neath  is  awash  with  its  light.  As  if  all  color  and  vibrancy  was  a  sin  to  be  scrubbed  away.  His  own  senses  buzzes  under  the  weight  of  so  much  light.  This  is  to  be  his  lot  for  the  foreseeable  future,  he  realizes  as  he  takes  his  first  step  and  begins  his  journey.  

         The  kaleidoscopic  wonder  of  the  skies  burns  in  his  awareness  through  the  day  even  as  the  hours  dwindle  and  to  the  rhythms  of  his  body  does  he  know  it  to  be  close  to  sundown.  Yet  there  is  no  night,  as  he’s  known  in  those  first  days  after  his  arrival.  Thus  no  need  to  divide  his  days  by  the  movements  of  the  sun.  He  continues  on  then  through  Lakeland,  espying  naught  a  single  soul  on  his  venture.  Not  a  one.  Proof  of  the  Exarch’s  claims  of  this  land  in  turmoil.  

              ‘Tis  the  reason  that  he  becomes  sharply  aware  of  eyes  ‘pon  his  person.  At  first  he  thinks  it  a  sineater  as  the  Exarch  had  warned  though  if  it  be  such  then  ‘tis  the  most  patient  predator  he’s  encountered  for  it  takes  some  time  ere  his  stalker  makes  itself  known.  Himself.  A  man.  Well  armed  and  well  traveled  by  the  look  of  him.  By  the   stranger’s  weary  stance  and  that  he’d  waited  at  the  bottom  of  a  hill  ere  he’d  revealed   himself  is  telling  enough  that  he  means  him  no  harm.  

@ventusbane​ asked: Their height different proved difficult for Mavis to plant these little impromptu cheek kisses urges onto Hati ( sometimes, just to see Hati's reactions ). However, it wasn't as though he couldn't improvise either. Leaning over, he presses a small kiss on Hati's chest instead, above where his heart beats. That should do it.

@ventusbane asked: ( Mavis ) Sesame oil, garlic, prawns, white pepper, some salt, egg, boiled vermicelli - and a little toss 'em together for a couple more minutes before hauling them into three separate plates. "Angelus, Hati. Dinner is ready." (ft. @gelusbane​ )

     Hati had just finished cleaning around the parlor as the rest of the staff made preparations to return home. Only the three of them stayed behind and they technically live inside the parlor, but often such nights are spent without the Warrior of Light. It should go unmentioned that he was the first to receive Mavis, and gleeful as ever for the little times they're afforded this moment that he truthfully didn’t have it in him to even be maddened by their severe absence. 

     When Angelus opened the door of their office, Hati was quick to ensure the collar of their shirt was proper and the same way had been done to their dark hair, eventually sitting down before Mavis together and enjoying the smell of freshly cooked dishes. It's not often that they dined at the same time, what with their respective occupations keeping them apart. When they do, they need not to say how much of a celebration it is. Only that... they just know.