A little smile crossed Rosalia’s face as she met the big blue eyes of a small girl across the street. She looked about eight, an age that the red-head could barely recall doing anything other than cooking, cleaning and reading. Yet, to the Black Bull’s pleasant surprise, this little girl was holding a wooden sword. The smile widened into a grin when the child glanced away nervously, and she felt the need to approach it with little caution.

“Well hello. That’s a dangerous weapon you’ve got there.” She greeted as she crouched down in front of her, to show her that she wasn’t going to do her harm. It was something the red-head usually did with animals rather that people, but to her children more resembled lion cubs that humans. The little girl nodded slowly, moving to stare at her sword. The lack of verbal response made Rosalia raise an eyebrow quietly, but she didn’t move any closer.

It seemed to have taken a second, but the blue-eyed young lady finally opened her mouth. “Daddy says swords aren’t meant for ladies.”

How traditionalist of him. The witch growled to herself mentally, her expression souring for a split second before she picked a response out carefully. “And…do you want to be lady?” Rosalia’s ruby eyes took in the frilly pink dress and blond braids that the girl was adorning. They looked cute on her.

“No. I want to be a knight.”

The retort was simple, said with confidence that surprised the Black Bull initially. She didn’t have that much conviction when she was that age. She wasn’t allowed to even mention magic in front of her brothers without getting punished in one way or another. Yet this girl was beyond all of that. She had already become proficient in magic, picked out her grimoire and was training for her exams.

“And which squad do you want to join?” Rosalia asked with child-like curiosity, mirroring the girl when her head tilted back to think. The crimson-haired magic knight glanced up at the sky instead, admiring the beauty of the bright blue ocean up above as she waited. There was about a minute of silence when the child finally said “I don’t know. They’re all so cool!” A verbal reaction that wasn’t uncommon for someone that age. The red-head’s gaze became more gentle, and she was about to open her mouth to respond until her stomach decided to act out, reminding her of the reason for this trip outside of her new base. Embarrassingly enough, the little magic-knight-to-be seemed to have heard this reaction, because she walked over and patted Rosalia’s tummy in an attempt to be comforting. “Does your tummy hurt?”

The pale cheeks of the adult turned rosy with embarrassment. She gently removed the hand and stood up to her full height. “No, I’m just hungry. I was supposed to go get something to eat, but I saw a pretty young girl with a sword and got distracted.” The witch smiled and raised a hand over her lips to hide a yawn that reached her. “I should get going, I hope you stay safe and keep doing what you want to do.”

As Rosalia turned to go complete her original mission, finding a good spot to consume food so she doesn’t end up looking like a stick, the woman felt a gentle tug the sleeve of her white hoodie. She tilted her head to glance back at the blond child, who was staring at her shyly.

“C-can I come?”

Fuck... This could cause problems. The Black Bulls didn’t seem to be in need of anymore. With the expensive clothes that this little girl wore, a part of her worried about the consequences of taking her along for the ride.

“I’m sorry young miss, but I would need a written letter of your mom or dad’s permission that says you’re allowed to walk around with strange tall red-heads for food.” The ice mage said gently as she gave her a little smile in apology. The girl pulled back and nodded silently.

With a little wave, the model continued on her path to find a comfortable restaurant or tavern where she could stuff herself with delicious food. The wind played with her long blood-colored hair when she finally stopped in front of a place called “The Naughty Nymph.” A name that was definitely good at attracting attention and raising eyebrows. Rosalia chuckled and pushed past the front door and inspected the half-full establishment as several eyes turned to her.

It was a tavern like any other. Wooden chairs and tables, a bar on the far end behind which she saw the double-doors that lead to the the kitchen. The sun glistened boldly through the (surprisingly) clean windows of the place, making it seem perhaps a bit less trashy than it probably was at night. The patrons were all mostly male, but she could see a few families with children in the booths decimating large hens and potatoes. Those looked good.

Waving at the bartender, she pointed at a free booth at the back by a bright window. When the red-head received only a stare in return, which made her shake her head in amusement; she took the free table without a second thought. If anyone had a problem with her seating spot, she was sure she could persuade them to keep it in one way or another.

“Hello. I’ll have some meat please, preferably something like what those people are having. And a mug of hot tea, if you serve that.” Rosalia ordered politely, pointing over at the families with the large cooked birds. The adult waiter that took her order nodded slowly, eyeing her a bit too long to be polite. The little devils started dancing on her shoulders the moment she noticed and she gave him a wolfish grin. “I’d like it quick please, darling, I’m ravenous today. ~”


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There was always a list of people that Rosalia expected to see within a day: a bookstore clerk, a barkeep, a waiter/waitress, several members of the Black Bulls…hell if she was lucky, maybe she’d see her captain at some point throughout the day.

Her ruby eyes roamed out of the window, watching the way the wind played with the green leaves of the trees and the sun made the water droplets seem like miniature individual rainbow crystals. She placed her elbow on the table and leaned her cheek absentmindedly on the palm of her hand, covering her lips for a few minutes as the sound of clattering forks and knives seemed to lack the ability to distract her.

Perhaps it was the movement that snapped her out of her absentminded daze, but it was the voice that completely made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her head snapped to the now occupied seat in front of her as her eyebrows rose at the owner of the warm smooth voice who sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.

“Lord Blake, I…” She paused to compose herself, glancing out the window again for a split second before speaking again. “I wasn’t expecting anyone today. But no, the seat’s not taken.” The red-head gave him a small smile in return, before her gaze landed on the blond girl from before that had scooted over next to the handsome captain of the Golden Dawn. A look of worry came over her face quickly, as this was exactly what she wanted to try avoiding, but as the child moved closer to Zaven she understood that she wasn’t exactly the one in charge of her.

“Well well, young miss, it seems your recruitment process into the Magic Knights is already off to a good start,” Rosalia joked with a level of familiarity before eyeing the dark-haired noble in front of her. He looked as good as ever, and his blue eyes reminded her of the little whispers and secrets shared in between bed sheets weeks ago. She bit the inside of her cheek and glanced away for a split second just as the little girl responded.

“He’s… a really cool Magic Knight…” The child whispered, a little adorable blush upon her cheeks as she turned to stare at Zaven for a little while. A giggle left the red-haired bombshell’s pretty slips and she nodded, this time meeting the Blake’s gaze with a little flirtatious smirk. “That’s definitely not one of the adjectives I’d use, but it is quite accurate, yes.” To her he was an attractive noble, a respectable magic knight, and a powerful captain. Also a man who knew his drink better than she did, which, excluding perhaps one or two other individuals, was a significant and unfortunate rarity that played in his favor.

A mug of steaming hot tea was brought up in front of the red-head and she waited as the waiter turned to ask Zaven and the child for their orders. She noted a visible drop in his excitement from his initial chat with her beforehand. His posture had also slumped a little. Amusement glittered in her eyes as her target for the evening seemed to run away back into the kitchen with his tail between his legs.

“So, what brings you over to a town like Sosshi? I wasn’t aware we had a Golden Dawn-sponsored establishment or brewery around.” She joked, taking a sip of her Spearmint and…was that maple? Her eyes glanced down at the mug surprised. Those were flavors she never expected to find in a cup. It was a unique combination. If Zaven didn’t order tea, she’d offer him a sip of hers to try it. The witch’s ruby eyes would glance back at the waiter briefly, reminding herself to leave him a tip as she turned to listen to Zaven.

A Black Bull and a Golden Dawn Knight, who would’ve guessed? The ice-user knew that if any of the Blue Roses were to see her, they’d be even more scandalized than when she decided to transfer to the Bulls. Especially considering how disappointed a few of her ex-squad mates where when rumors started circulating that “Zaven Blake, the Shadow of Dawn, was engaged.” It had been a rough few days for the women in the Roses. And several evenings of ice-cream from the captain who was trying to keep her girls together. It was worse than when half of the squad was on her period. Rosalia’s eyebrows knight together for a split second at that ironically entertaining memory. But that wasn’t talk for around the table.

A large cooked hen was placed on the center of the wooden table along with three empty plates and cutlery. If the noble or the girl inquired as to why she’d ordered a whole hen just for herself, she’d rub the back of her neck and grin. “I uh, had a pretty horrible few days and skipped a meal or two.” Rosalia admitted before moving to cut several chunks of white meat and place a little bit in each of the empty plates. That’s how one was supposed to do it right? She’d read about it in books.


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Rosalia would raise an eyebrow when Zaven said he needed an escape before nodding slowly. It made sense. The woman was no Captain, or high-ranking individual within society, she’d always lived the commoner way before getting into the Magic Knights- day for day. Back when she had to work three part time jobs to get by, breaks were an idea that crossed her mind often, but that’s all that they remained as, ideas. Her escapes had been the one hour lunch breaks when she’d read a book or the walks from one job to the other in the clean Kikka air. Her life was anything but peaceful back then. There was her modeling gigs, her waitressing and her librarian work. No to mention the occasional hours she’d filled in as a fruit vendor.

The memories seemed so distant as she sat in “The Naughty Nympth” in Sosshi, with one of the most famous men in the kingdom and talked like they were friends. Shit had changed significantly, and she found that it was for the better.

A frown crossed Rosalia’s features as she looked back at the blond girl from earlier. She’d been bullied? And the red-head missed this detail? Her ruby eyes scanned over her slightly shriveled braids and the nervous look her young face adorned. Well fuck. No wonder she wanted to become a magic knight. The air temperature around Rosalia dropped significantly, the way it always did when she got angry. It was a quirk the woman had obtained upon receiving her new grimoire at the Witches’ forest.

“I…I wasn’t aware she had such problems…If I’d known that was the case I would’ve stayed behind and helped.” The witch gritted her teeth as she gripped the mug, making the steam that had been rolling up into the air off of it just stop instantly. Had she truly been so blind as to ignore someone who had suffered through the same problems she did growing up? If Zaven had not given her the reassuring smile afterwards, the woman would’ve had to walk out of the tavern to relax. Fucking icy depths of Tartarus, the wizardess was pissed at herself.

Having the noble across from her, and a child in front of her… those were the only thing that was keeping Rosalia from trying to turn the entire city into a glacier until she found the bullies. Then again, looking at the little child’s wide-eyed expression and sudden jump of fear, the red-head bit her lower lip and took in a deep breath as trying to control her anger. The mage would probably drive away the business of the tavern if she continued, and that wouldn’t be good for her borderline alcohol addiction.

“My apologies, I seem to have…slipped.” The red-haired beauty would murmur as she pushed a bite of the still warm hen in between her lips. It was nice, well-salted and not too oily. A decent distraction of her emotions considering how absolutely famished she was. Taking another few bites, the woman would pick up her mug of tea and take a sip of it, wincing visibly at the fact that it was ice-cold. She would gently motion to the male waiter for another one.

Turning back to the table, she’d watch the little girl gobble up everything that she was served and chuckled, barely catching the distracted look on the Blake’s face as she took another bite. Following his gaze, her eyes landed on a set of pre-teens. They were pointing at the tavern and talking to a few older men, shouting rather. Rosalia raised an eyebrow at that and turned back to look at Zaven. A questioning look came over her features as she put two and two together before her eyes narrowed. The air around her dropped significantly as the waiter came back and placed her new mug of hot tea in front of her, wincing at the drop in temperature. His working smile withered a little as she turned to thank him. Jeezus. She needed to relax.

“Lord Blake, would you do the honors of checking on the crowd outside. I think me and the pretty girl will stay here and have a chat, maybe watch you be awesome from back here.” She’d utter, trying to keep her voice at least somewhat warm as she gave the man her well-practiced smile. The mask she always wore when something was wrong but she had to keep her cool. Every bone in her body was screaming that she should go whoop those men’s asses, but Zaven Blake was much more skilled in combat than she was. Taking in another deep breath to relax herself and practically drowning her throat with the new mug of hot tea, Rosalia would look at the dark-haired noble in front of her as a look of hot fury danced through her eyes. She was feeling emotional, angry, pissed. The devils were ready to start whispering in her ear.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, Rosalia would motion to the blond girl to come sit next to her.


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Rosalia would nod slowly when Zaven told her not to blame herself for the little girl’s condition. Heck, he’d fucking caught the bullying mid-action. For a split second it made her wonder what the powerful man had felt at that exact moment. Clearly he’d taken the side of the blonde, which pleased the red-head because it meant that she hadn’t slept with a psychopath. She’d had a few of those, and beating the ass of the man you slept with a day ago was never a nice feeling. Fortunately, the noble in front of her was far from the tragic mistakes she’d pulled into her bed while drunk.

The witch would cock an eyebrow as she watched her friend place more than enough money on the table to pay for the meal with an exceedingly high tip, down the contents of his mug and walk outside. She certainly hoped he knew that she wouldn’t let him pay for the whole meal; he was already walking out to put on a show, which was more than enough for her. They could discuss (argue) over the bill later though.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Rosalia would shout over at the Blake before he exited, chuckling lightly as she knew that she was about to experience some first class entertainment. She kinda wished she was drinking for this, would’ve put her in more of a mood to shout and have some fun afterwards…The girl that had scooted over in the bench next to her kept those ideas at bay.

“Is the handsome man gonna be okay?” The child would ask as she met the Black Bull member’s eyes with her big blue gaze. She almost seemed ready to cry. The expression of her little face made some sort of animal instinct kick awake inside of Rosalia and she scratched the back of her head before smiling down reassuringly at the girl.

“Yeah, the very very handsome man is extremely strong, he’ll show those big bullies who’s boss.” The ice-user would laugh, recalling Zaven’s superior use of shadow magic pre-shattering. Considering that he was still here, she imagined that his magic would be just as strong as before, if not more. “Frankly, I’d be more worried about the dummies that decided to pick a fight with the handsome man.” Rosalia would admit with a smirk as she took a sip of her tea and watched the girl next to her stand up on her feet in order to be able to gain better visual on the battle that was about to occur outside. A few of the other patrons of the tavern would also stand around their table to try and get a better view, while still keeping their distance as much as possible.

The smirk on the beauty would grow when she saw the Blake catch a rock thrown at him with as much ease as the sun awoke her with in the morning. No-one was really capable of hearing the conversations going on outside, but Rosalia could gather, by the cocky attitude of the man at the front of the pile of idiots, that this was the leader. A laugh bubbled from her lips as she saw Zaven step forward and nearly have the whole crowd step back. There was something incredibly hot and exciting about how intimidating the Captain of the Golden Dawn could be. She could see his lips moving, and watched the expression on the leader of the idiots change before he stumbled back on his ass and pointed at the noble. The witch could make out the words “Kill him” with easy, and took a casual sip of her and a bite of her food, before turning her attention back at the “fight.”

As she swallowed, another grin would cross Rosalia’s lips as she watched Zaven practically chuck a guy, dodge several others and then quickly dispatch the rest of his opponents while also finding the man in charge of this funny band of goons. The Naughty Nymph had fallen as silent as the grave as the patrons watched the black-haired magic knight get handed a wooden sword. Rosalia nearly choked on her drink from laughter at the imagery, making sure to engrave the picture in her mind. It had gone well…until a young boy ran over and stabbed Zaven in the back. The ex-model’s jaw tightened as she glanced over at the blond child next to her who had screamed loudly when the blade had connected. In true Captain fashion, and in style, the male had pulled the metal out of his back, told the stupid boy something, and disposed of the weapons quickly and efficiently.

Yet, as the shadow-user walked back inside of the tavern and the patrons practically split in half to make a path for him to their table, Rosalia was concerned. She didn’t expect to watch him get stabbed by anyone today. Whatever thoughts she had of tackling the man in his bedroom had vanished and were replaced by worry and the strong need to make sure that Zaven was okay.

“T-thank you.’’ The little blond girl would slowly take the sword in between her hands and nod shyly as she stared at it for a few seconds. She would then turn to Rosalia with her big blue eyes and whisper to her with excitement “The handsome Magic Knight got me a new sword!”

“Yes, I noticed, he’s been very generous.” The red-haired mage would respond to the child’s cuteness with a little fake smile, her concern for her friend still roaming the back of her mind. She’d glance up to meet Zaven Blake’s gaze quietly before pushing his money towards him.

“I’ll pay for the meal, I was first at the table…and you got stabbed.” Rosalia would explain with a shrug as she pulled out the needed money out of the back pocket of her tight black jeans. If he’d attempt to say “no,” she would just throw him one of her icy glares and pay the bill, handing it to the waiter with a wink.

“You can buy us drinks with that money later, Lord Blake.” She’d murmur quietly as her ruby eyes glanced at the little blond girl who had already began swinging her sword around excitedly. The three of them seemed to be done with their meals for the most part, and the witch was concerned that the child’s parents would be looking for it if it wasn’t back at its home soon.

“Perhaps we should take this pretty little lady home?”

The woman would stand up with a little smile and pat the girl’s shoulder gently as she waited for Zaven to decide on if he wanted to come with her or not. It had been a suggestion, of course, but the red-head wanted to spend some free time with her friend…preferably alone and behind locked doors where she could have him remove his shirt. She wanted to take a look at his back for any showing of the blade from earlier.

When they walked out onto the gravel road, Rosa would take the lead in showing the girl back to her home. She was more familiar with Sosshi as she’d lived here for almost a month now and it wasn’t a particularly large town.

“Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Rosalia Boreas rarely stumbled on her heels, she’d been trained not to since she was 16 for hours daily, and yet the question had caught her as off-guard as her own transfer to the Black Bulls. What sort of fucking question was that and how was she supposed to answer it? She barely caught herself from falling as she glanced back at Zaven.

“No little lady, we’re just friends.” The woman would respond, her ruby eyes holding his blue gaze for a few seconds longer than was necessary.




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Rosalia smiled when Zaven offered her a hand and took it. She lacked courtly manners, but she could recognize a gesture as simple as that any day.

Growing up a commoner, Rosalia was edified by her brothers to respect nobles and always hold them in high regard. They’d done a perfect job, considering how difficult it was for the red-head to refer to the Blake without his title. She was always a little bit on guard around those of the higher class, they had taught her that. Having a Noble Family that looked upon them kindly meant that there was a chance they could lift themselves up in society. There had been a few times where a lower-ranking noble would be invited within their house back when she was 14. She never understood why, but she was always made to cook for them and bow as low as possible. They were to be referred as “Lord” and be treated like a god of some kind. And if she made an error or earned the scorn of the noble, her brothers wouldn’t be kind in their punishment, so Rosalia knew to never make the same mistake.

A part of her wondered why they had even bothered in all honesty. How the hell would they even move up in society?

The red-head almost stopped midway in her tracks as she felt the food that she’d just swallowed come back up her throat.

No wonder all of the nobles they invited were male. They were going to fucking marry her off and live the rest of their life on the dowry they managed to negotiate. All color drained from her face and she took in a deep breath to calm down. A pretty red-headed witch, how fucking exotic.

She placed a hand over her lips as they continued walking. She had to calm herself. Fuck. Now was not the time or the place. This is why the woman preferred to fucking drown in alcohol. She didn’t have to think back to her childhood and discover bullshit like this.

Listening to the Captain of the Golden Dawn interact with the child helped. Rosalia would paint her smile back onto her lips as Zaven occupied the attention of the little girl, managing to successfully bury her feelings underneath everything for the most part. Thank fucking god. One the girl was returned to a pair of very concerned parents, the pair of Magic Knights would finally be left alone.

A calm breeze swept through the air, playing with Rosalia’s crimson hair as she laughed alongside her friend. He was right, being asked if they were dating was the last question she expected to hear today. She would nod when he offered drinks and follow him to wherever he was staying, her black combat boots clicking after her as she shook her head, still amused.

“Where did the whole “beauty and a beast” bullshit come from, by the way, I do not agree with it.” The red-head would chime in. Zaven Blake was no monster in her eyes. She knew monsters, beasts, men she wanted to run away from, and this man she had no issue walking along with, holding and…well.

“There are horrible men out there, Lord Blake, trust me, I know better. You’re…” Rosalia would pause to think as they walked, her ruby eyes looking up as she thought how to explain herself. A little earnest smile rose to her lips as it clicked.

“I like to think you’re kind of like the sky. It’s pretty. Sometimes it rains, sometimes it’s sunny, sometimes it fucking thunders. The sunrises and sunsets are always nice and one even sees a rainbow if they get lucky.” The red-head would murmur, glancing back at him. A bashful little grin would display over her face and she tried to explain the analogy. “No matter what you do, I can always trust you to be there when I look up. And I can always lose myself in you. Like the sky.”

She would give the black-haired male a nudge with her elbow, a little smirk on her face as they seemed to reach the building he was staying at. “So I don’t wanna hear any more of this beast shit, okay?”

Rosalia would walk in after him and follow him to whatever table they picked. She was fucking ready to drink anything that was put down in front of her.

“I heard the Lions got a new Vicecaptain. Any clue what she’s like?” The redhead would question as she ordered the first thing that came to mind: whiskey. It was barely 3pm but she didn’t really care. Silas used to be the Crimson Lion’s Vicecaptain when she met him. She hoped this new one was decent enough to not put a bad reputation on the position of the man she considered her (late) best friend.


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Rosalia smiled when Zaven agreed to let the topic drop. Thank god. An uncomfortable feeling knotted in her chest when she heard the way the Blake talked about himself. He needed to get outside of his own head sometimes. She even started considering buying him a ticket for a weekend at the spa. Maybe one for herself as well, just so she could make sure his mind was at ease…

As they sat down in their own separate booth the drinks arrived fast. Her friend revealed that he hadn’t met the new Vice captain of the Crimson Lions, much to her disappointment. She’d heard that the choice had been a lady this time. Was there really someone that could match Silas’ dedication to the kingdom that she loved? She took hold of her mug of alcohol and glanced down at it. She hoped so.

Her eyes wandered when Zaven suddenly mentioned Malcolm.

Malcolm Watanabe was…he was a character. An unpredictable storm she’d ran into on a particularly shitty day that swept her away from her own hell and took her to a better place. The Black Bulls were no paradise, but they were quickly becoming comfortable. She didn’t feel the need to stay in bed all day or hide in her room to avoid responsibility. There was no judgment about her bad habits because they were all fuck-ups in their own ways. It was a good change of pace. A breath of fresh air. Recently, the red-head had even gotten back into picking out missions on her own, just so she could earn stars for the squad that treated her so well.

“Yeah, the Captain is something else.” Rosalia would rub the back of her head, trying to ignore the way her pulse jumped every time his name was mentioned. She hadn’t expected him to become a topic of conversation. When it came down to drinking, the red-head chuckled. She’d had drinks with the man the first night she met him.

“It makes sense that his knowledge of alcohol would come from you, I guess. He impressed me significantly when I met him.” That was the truth. It was the reason she thought she’d give it a go at hitting on the man. She had no intention of doing so originally, not until the Violet Violence burned the back of her throat pleasantly. Afterwards the evening had quite quickly transformed into something she didn’t expect, but she never found herself questioning it. She enjoyed herself. It was easy when she was drunk. And yet, even sober…

“He’s a stubborn, cocky prick sometimes, but yes, he cares.” The red-head shook her head, swallowing her tongue when the Blake called him a softie. A little knot formed in her stomach. Fuck. She knew that about him already. She took a swig of her mug.

Five minutes ago she hadn’t known that the two captains were friends. They were so different, and yet, when the witch took in the new information, it made sense. Drinking buddies. A little smile crept up on her lips. With a little friendly competition. The witch wondered how he would react if she brought his little contest into a conversation with her Captain. An earnest laugh bubbled at her chest when she heard that two of her favorite people had actually shared a hotel room. How much had the Black Bull cursed at the situation? The woman needed more details on that mission. Had they managed to drink the hotel’s cellar absolutely dry? What had they been chasing or hunting or protecting? Her ruby eyes filled with a sincere child-like curiosity, the way they always had when she’d heard someone talk about the Golden Trio on the streets. It almost took the red-head a split-second to realize that the current Captain of the Golden Dawn was…indeed, all that had remained of her childhood superheroes. When the man admitted to trusting her, she’d give him a very gentle smile. That was pleasant knowledge. Who would’ve thought that she could someday play sidekick to Zaven Blake?

“A toasts to…coincidences. The best and the worst of them. The reason I met you and the reason we’re where we are right now.” The red-haired beauty would raise her mug and click it with his before taking a few sips of the whiskey, letting it burn the back of her throat. She gave her friend a toothy grin as she leaned on the table closer to him, admiring his pretty blue eyes and the way his hair framed his face. He was different after the shattering, but he was still handsome.

“Zaven…I don’t think I ever told you, but I grew up with stories of you.” Rosalia murmured, her voice a low hum as she held his gaze. She reached over ever-so-gently and placed her hand his cheek. A simple display of care and affection that she didn’t mind once in a while. Considering their previous conversation, he might’ve needed a lot of it. She pulled her hand back as she leaned against her chair and took another sip of her drink.

“You and Sylvester and Vulkan…you were one of the reasons I wanted to become a Magic Knight.” The woman admitted, looking down at her drink. She swirled it around her mug gently to admire its color. Her free hand, the one on his cheek earlier, had started drumming against the table’s surface gently.

“Why did you join the Golden Dawn anyways? Weren’t you the one man offered a spot from every squad in your year’s exams?” Rosalia grinned, recalling the way her neighborhood buzzed with excitement the day after that had happened. She could’ve heard the gushing women from behind closed windows.


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