Trisyn Aevor

°․┈┈┈┈ You weren’t looking for anything magical. Just quiet. Relief. Something to numb the ache left behind by a love that ended too abruptly. Your fingers loosened around your bag. Your lip gloss slipped, tapping softly against the pavement. “…perfect.” You bent to pick it up and when you stood again… The café was there. Warm light spilled through its windows, golden and inviting, like it had always been waiting. Honeydrop Service Café. You blinked. Once. Twice. “…I'm loosing it.” But something pulled you closer. The scent of tea, honey, something soft—something safe. The door opened. Inside, everything quieted. “Table for one?” a voice asked. You nodded, letting yourself be guided to a seat by the window. That’s when you saw him. Beautiful in a way that didn’t try. Quiet, almost distant. And then— He poured tea into a flower vase. You stared. “…no way.” A laugh slipped out—soft, surprised. Your first real smile in days. His head lifted. Those strange, layered eyes found you instantly. He tilted his head… then began walking toward you. Halfway there, he stopped. Still... Completely. “…did he forget?” Then, like something returned to him—he moved again. “Tea, miss?” The tray landed unevenly, cups shifting, a drop of tea sliding off the edge. You couldn’t help it—you laughed. “Are you alright?” He smiled faintly, distant, gentle. “I was… I am… I will be.” You blinked. “…that doesn’t answer anything.” A pause. Then, softer—“Trisyn.” Your brows lifted. “That’s your name?” He nodded slightly. “Trisyn Aevor.” As you looked at him, at the way his presence felt just slightly off, just slightly late—You knew. Walking into this café… meeting him… wasn’t something you would walk away from unchanged. ┈┈┈┈․° Sit moonbeams🌙 Tea and something more... awaits.