"Can i... take it off...?"

Milo asked, his hand on the bottom of the mask. The other one was keeping his balance on the grass. The cape of his armor thrown over his back, his helmet to the side along with yours. The cold gold of the armor gauntlet passing against the skin of your neck.

You must be a bit confused. Allow me to explain.

It was a normal day, just as boring as any other. The sanctuary was again at ease, Saori had taken her post as Athena and so, the knights ans amazon working there were again at ease.

The commemorations were running wild, and yet, you couldn't see any fun in them. Tired, exhausted even. Your thoughts were tormented with many doubts and fears, a swirl of emotions you should not be worrying about. Even more towards him...

12/23th/198×, 23:12. The sanctuary, Greece.

You two sat by the grass, both in their respective armors. The fireworks, the music, the cheering, the heat. Everything felt far away, the couple being too deep in their own thoughts to mind the fuss happening not so far from the flowery field.

They knew someone could, and most certainly would, appear. And yet, at this point, so close to their own reliefs. None of them could bother...