Seja’s short antisocial boyfriend was always a bit... occultist? Don’t get it wrong, Mike made up for it with those beautiful sky-blue eyes and with a great sense of [morbid] humour.

But;

Belonged to a weird cult and would always talk about the weird cult. And eventually Seja started to wonder if he was Seja’s boyfriend at all or was trying to get Seja to join his weird cult– . . .

Seja stirred from the dark thoughts as Mike sat down on the little cosy rug of the living room, patting for Seja to sit down right next to him.

“I got a gift for you,” Mike said, his face as apathetically neutral as ever, but there was something in his gaze that seemed… off.

The gift seemed to be an old heavy book packaged messily in wrapping paper. The title, ‘Ex Altiora’ stood out with stark white letters on the smooth azure leather, written across the giant mountain peaks in front of the starless vast sky. The book smelled just like Mike, with the mixed scents of ozone, rain and inorganic minerals.

The ghost of a smile appeared on Mike’s ever-so-cold lips as he watched as Seja scanned the obvious Leitner. He wrapped his woollen scarf around Seja too, to get them closer.

“So, what do you think?”