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[unmelted_ice]

Sariel's LOL was not just a memory change. It was quite comprehensive. His reality changed, though only his. He lives in the Nexus now, in a sprawling, one-story affair with large windows and roofed walkways between the different wings. His paintings are all there, with the notable exceptions of the ones that involve Raziel. Even the painting he

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[killwithmymind]

Nagi's been going out for a lot of walks, so it's only inevitable that he'll eventually wander past the house. That doesn't mean he'll realize that it's Sar's.

At least he's in the area?

[unmelted_ice]

That's okay. The butterflies recognize Nagi. Some of them break off to flutter about him excitedly. A few more flit into the house through an open window.

It's not long before Sar strolls out of the house.

[killwithmymind]

Nagi really isn't sure how he feels about being recognized by butterflies. It's just plain odd.

However, he will wave at Sariel.

[unmelted_ice]

Sariel's butterflies are very odd indeed. Nexus, go figure.

Sariel nods in response to the wave. "Hello, Nagi. Just as well you've stopped by, your painting is finished."

[sinofsurviving]

He and the rest of his team live so close to each other it feels like they are living out of each other's pockets. Aya walks away from the Nexus proper looking for some peace and quiet.

He is absolutely certain there wasn't a house here before.

[unmelted_ice]

A few butterflies flutter inside, while some others come to dance around him curiously. It's not long before Sariel walks out of the house. He nods a polite greeting.

[sinofsurviving]

Aya is less than pleased at the attention from the butterflies. He returns the nod.

[unmelted_ice]

Sariel doesn't miss much. He lifts a hand idly. "Leave him be. Go and play."

The butterflies dip and flutter back to the gardens. Sariel tilts his head as he looks Aya over. "Good afternoon. I don't believe we ever exchanged names. I am Sariel."

Not that he doesn't know who this is, though not which specific version. But it's polite.

[lightofbelow]

Anael stops by to see about a painting. He has enough money, certainly, and feels that he deserves a treat.

Well, he always deserves a treat. But it's not all that often that he buys new artwork. He stops to say hello to the butterflies first, of course.

[unmelted_ice]

The butterflies seem pleased to see him, dancing around him cheerfully. Some of them flit inside for Sariel. Beloved's power-matcher is back, and he's the way he was the first time again!

It's not long before Sariel opens the door. "Good afternoon, Anael."

[lightofbelow]

"Hello, Sariel." Anael makes his way up to the door of the house. "How are you this afternoon?"

[unmelted_ice]

"Quite well. It's a pleasant day. And you?"

The butterflies dart gleefully back and forth between Sariel and Anael.