Gladio stirs when Ravus leaves their shared room but doesn't fully wake. When he does finally awaken he reads the note and bows his head - he knew her birthday was coming up but couldn't remember the exact day. Based on his boyfriend's slipping away and the succinct note devoid of any useful information it's today. With a respectful bow to her carved bust, he whispers into the empty air.
"Happy Birthday, Lady Lunafreya."
He spends his day as he normally would, at work and helping out at Iggy's cafe, before heading home earlier than usual. After tending to his own plants and Iggy's ever-expanding garden of fruits, veggies, berries, and spices, Gladio reverently sees to Ravus' plants. Once they are cared for he goes into the house and returns with several white candles, which he sets up artfully around the Sylleblossoms. Satisfied with their placement and how the glowing flames cast gentle light on the treasured blooms, he goes back into the house to fetch something he's been saving.
He waits. And waits. The sun sets and still no sign of Ravus. He keeps waiting, passing the time with carving and reading and praying, before picking up his treasured secret and heading back to the garden just in time to hear his lover's melancholic plea.
Gently, Gladio places a hand on Ravus' shoulder. "Hey..." The word is soft, hesitant, as if the brunet isn't sure what to say. Wordlessly, he presses a simply wrapped box into Ravus' hand and waits in silence.
Should Ravus open the box - wrapped in silver and adorned with a simple white bow - he'll find a packet of seeds along with two folded pieces of paper. One paper contains a pressed white rose in full bloom. The other is a handwritten note that Gladio totally did not spend hours working on that reads:
These seeds are for you, Ravus, that once you've nurtured them and helped them grow their blossoms might ease some of your pain. They bloom at night, their radiance acting as a guiding light for Lady Lunafreya's spirit and also, hopefully, helping us remember her own vibrancy and splendor.
Instructions to care for these are on the seed packet, and I'll be here if you want me. For help with the planting or for anything else.
Evening
"Happy Birthday, Lady Lunafreya."
He spends his day as he normally would, at work and helping out at Iggy's cafe, before heading home earlier than usual. After tending to his own plants and Iggy's ever-expanding garden of fruits, veggies, berries, and spices, Gladio reverently sees to Ravus' plants. Once they are cared for he goes into the house and returns with several white candles, which he sets up artfully around the Sylleblossoms. Satisfied with their placement and how the glowing flames cast gentle light on the treasured blooms, he goes back into the house to fetch something he's been saving.
He waits. And waits. The sun sets and still no sign of Ravus. He keeps waiting, passing the time with carving and reading and praying, before picking up his treasured secret and heading back to the garden just in time to hear his lover's melancholic plea.
Gently, Gladio places a hand on Ravus' shoulder. "Hey..." The word is soft, hesitant, as if the brunet isn't sure what to say. Wordlessly, he presses a simply wrapped box into Ravus' hand and waits in silence.
Should Ravus open the box - wrapped in silver and adorned with a simple white bow - he'll find a packet of seeds along with two folded pieces of paper. One paper contains a pressed white rose in full bloom. The other is a handwritten note
that Gladio totally did not spend hours working onthat reads:These seeds are for you, Ravus, that once you've nurtured them and helped them grow their blossoms might ease some of your pain. They bloom at night, their radiance acting as a guiding light for Lady Lunafreya's spirit and also, hopefully, helping us remember her own vibrancy and splendor.
Instructions to care for these are on the seed packet, and I'll be here if you want me. For help with the planting or for anything else.
Yours,
Gladio