As Radiant Garden rebuilds, they've been relatively welcome to any newcomers. Which is very fortunate for Ienzo's 'friend', found again on another world. There were a few questions when he was brought back here, but thankfully Ienzo was a skilled truth-bender before an outright liar.
And it's very much for the best that no one really knows he's something more like Zexion's once-pet and plaything. Complications better left unsaid. Gustave is practical help otherwise, after all. A skilled mechanist, which is wonderful for construction, and apparently quite gifted with music. Ienzo keeps him preoccupied with plenty of other odd jobs which aren't quite menial, but somewhat dirtier than the youngest apprentice would prefer his own hands getting.
The longer nights will appeal to the very nature of him. Ienzo certainly knows this. But his happiness over the upcoming festival is amusing to the castle's self-appointed steward, and as sunset nears, Ienzo can't help but smirk at Gustave's obvious delight.
Others might be surprised to catch him smiling at a festival he never enjoyed much as a child; they may think his moods and ups and downs, his wrestling with a new set of emotions, are finally making a turnaround.
It certainly seems genuine though, his happiness, doesn't it? Subdued, but then isn't he usually?
"I like it better this way," He remarks, fussily smoothing out a slight crinkle in the shade of his delicate lamp. Everyone is carrying one this year. "When we're not singling the children out."
The truth is there are no younger children (perhaps Yuffie and the keybearers), and Radiant Garden needs the hope of every heart to progress.
[Now] Also this PSL comes with potential for explicit adult stuff, you've been warned ; )
And it's very much for the best that no one really knows he's something more like Zexion's once-pet and plaything. Complications better left unsaid. Gustave is practical help otherwise, after all. A skilled mechanist, which is wonderful for construction, and apparently quite gifted with music. Ienzo keeps him preoccupied with plenty of other odd jobs which aren't quite menial, but somewhat dirtier than the youngest apprentice would prefer his own hands getting.
The longer nights will appeal to the very nature of him. Ienzo certainly knows this. But his happiness over the upcoming festival is amusing to the castle's self-appointed steward, and as sunset nears, Ienzo can't help but smirk at Gustave's obvious delight.
Others might be surprised to catch him smiling at a festival he never enjoyed much as a child; they may think his moods and ups and downs, his wrestling with a new set of emotions, are finally making a turnaround.
It certainly seems genuine though, his happiness, doesn't it? Subdued, but then isn't he usually?
"I like it better this way," He remarks, fussily smoothing out a slight crinkle in the shade of his delicate lamp. Everyone is carrying one this year. "When we're not singling the children out."
The truth is there are no younger children (perhaps Yuffie and the keybearers), and Radiant Garden needs the hope of every heart to progress.