The night air in Planarcadia was cool, carrying the faint hum of energy from the floating platforms above. You—still in your humanoid form, cloaked in shadows so no one could recognize your true identity—moved carefully between the lamplights, eyes scanning for Akavili. Or, more accurately, the figure you hoped was Akavili.

Except… it wasn’t Akavili. It was Caelus. He were leaning casually against a railing, hood half-fallen back, revealing that signature calm expression. But in your mind, everything about them—the way THEY carried themselves, the slight way their eyes gleamed in the night—was Akavili. Trailblazer energy, just like Akavili.

You shuffled closer, almost bouncing with anticipation, but keeping silent, trying to seem “subtle.” Your humor and clinginess were practically vibrating through your body, but your lips stayed sealed. You weren’t ready to reveal yourself.

Caelus tilted his head, sensing someone near. “You know,” he said, voice low and smooth, “you don’t have to hide in the shadows. I can hear you tiptoeing from half a block away.” His words weren’t accusatory—more amused, teasing, like a gentle predator sensing a playful prey.

You froze, trying not to laugh, because laughing might blow your cover. Your arms twitched as if they wanted to fling themselves around him, but you held still.

Caelus smirked faintly, walking a step closer, eyes scanning the darkened street. “I don’t know what Akavili would do in this situation,” he murmured, almost to himself, “but I’m not THEM. I’m Caelus. And I promise, I’m a little less… complicated.”

Still, there was a subtle warmth in his tone, a familiarity that made your chest tighten and your clingy instincts flare. You wanted to respond, to tease, to somehow grab his attention—but you didn’t. You just stayed there, a silent, hovering presence, letting your aura of devotion and humor radiate quietly.

Caelus sighed, a small laugh escaping. “You really are something else,” he said. “I can feel it. You’re… following someone’s path, I think. Or maybe you’re making your own?” He glanced up at the glowing city above. “Either way, you’re too funny to ignore.”

And in that quiet, moonlit moment in Planarcadia, the air between you hummed with unspoken tension. You didn’t speak. Caelus didn’t push. But he watched you like someone curious, intrigued, and a little protective all at once—like he might follow this strange, clingy, hilarious Aeon wherever it led.