[ His journey has been that of a tireless long one. A plan so desperate that surely only those at the brink of destruction would be mad--and intelligent enough--to see it through. Who was he, the keeper of the Crystal Tower, to turn back their requests when they had showed such technological leaps? Not even the Allagans dared to traverse time and space. It was not only that. There was the smallest hint of selfishness in his agreement to take the task. If he could save his hero, the star he used to set his path? Then, all else would be worth it in the end. Even if she might never see him the same way he saw her. She was the guiding force and path in the world. His death would be far worth it--or so he thought. It is rather hard to consider such an option after the lengths the woman he has quietly loved for centuries saved his life.
Instead, now, his eyes turned to rectifying his largest mistake in summoning Sarangerel to the First: The Scions. He must find a way to send them home to their bodies and with her. There is some small part of him that longs to return to the Source with her. While it will not be the Source he knew? He can only imagine that the years worth of wisdom and knowledge he has obtained could be beneficial to his younger self. A way to uphold a promise made to an Allagan princess and to travel with the woman he loves--although it may not be as much of a secret as he had once thought. Regardless of his own wishes, however, he must see the Scions home first.
His ears twitch slightly in his slumber as she places the flowers behind one ear. The exhaustion keeps him asleep despite her calling the name he most often goes by now. Then, his ears twitch once more at the sound of his real name. The tired old ruby eyes open, blinking at first as he raises his head to see might be calling to him.
Truth be told, he hardly expected to see Sarangerel leaning in front of him with a bouquet of flowers.
G'raha startles, both arms extending out behind him to catch his momentum on the small set of stairs in the Ocular. A maddening blush takes his face before he coughs in an attempt to conduct himself as the old man he is. His crystal hand raises to his mouth as he clears his throat. Little good it does him as one can partially see through it. ]
A-ah, Sarangerel! W-what a surprise. I had not expected you back to the Crystarium for some time... [ Although he had certainly hoped. He clears his throat once more before sitting properly and forcing the embarrassed smile down. ] Tell me, is there something you need? Someway I might be of service?
[ Why else would the famed Warrior of Light and now Darkness come to visit him? ]
i am so sorry how late this is, but now i'm on my weekend!
Instead, now, his eyes turned to rectifying his largest mistake in summoning Sarangerel to the First: The Scions. He must find a way to send them home to their bodies and with her. There is some small part of him that longs to return to the Source with her. While it will not be the Source he knew? He can only imagine that the years worth of wisdom and knowledge he has obtained could be beneficial to his younger self. A way to uphold a promise made to an Allagan princess and to travel with the woman he loves--although it may not be as much of a secret as he had once thought. Regardless of his own wishes, however, he must see the Scions home first.
His ears twitch slightly in his slumber as she places the flowers behind one ear. The exhaustion keeps him asleep despite her calling the name he most often goes by now. Then, his ears twitch once more at the sound of his real name. The tired old ruby eyes open, blinking at first as he raises his head to see might be calling to him.
Truth be told, he hardly expected to see Sarangerel leaning in front of him with a bouquet of flowers.
G'raha startles, both arms extending out behind him to catch his momentum on the small set of stairs in the Ocular. A maddening blush takes his face before he coughs in an attempt to conduct himself as the old man he is. His crystal hand raises to his mouth as he clears his throat. Little good it does him as one can partially see through it. ]
A-ah, Sarangerel! W-what a surprise. I had not expected you back to the Crystarium for some time... [ Although he had certainly hoped. He clears his throat once more before sitting properly and forcing the embarrassed smile down. ] Tell me, is there something you need? Someway I might be of service?
[ Why else would the famed Warrior of Light and now Darkness come to visit him? ]