In the study, Athan sat across from Mystique at the nearby lounge. A lot of things have gone through his mind just from staring at her demeanor—casually sitting on the couch, in cross legs, while sipping in a cold glass of honey lemon tea.
'Still hides her emotions well.'
It's been a while, and she remained calm, perhaps even better than ever.
Athan couldn't help but quirk his lips, just a tad bit, to a smile. He cracked his neck from side to side before he gestured to Mystique with his hand.
"Ladies first."
Even with the glass just right on her lips, a sudden glint revealed the moment she opened her eyes.
[I never knew you had this chivalrous side of yours Ty—]
'...Ty?' Athan wondered.
Then she erased the words, turning into thin white mists.
"I suppose that wasn't a question, Violette, more so far from your queries." he cut her off from doodling in the air.
