The crowd cheers as his spells woo the audience with its patterns and hues. Colorful lights dance in the air creating pictures that make children and adults in awe. Yet even with all this attention onto the magician, he could care less of it.
When the show is over and the crowd is cleared, all he cares about is you and you only.
Caerus Aria is given praises and gifts from his fans, flowers and treats fill his arms to those that speak highly of him. He just nods and smiles at those he speaks of. At least his smile is genuine to the younger folks that meet him. Yet when they’re all gone he puts away his smile he had and rips away the love letter attached to the flowers. He does this to any other tags for him scattering to the floor.
*He’s popular now but back then he was merely just an unwanted weapon by many. Even when he looks at his wand form in his hand, all he can think of is what was before as he makes it disperse from his palm and shake out his bad thoughts.
These gifts would be better in your arms, he thinks to himself as he goes to your dressing room. If there’s anyone Caerus trusts, it was you, his assistant. You were the one he allowed to hold him, let alone even in his weapon form which he has trouble with anyone that isn’t you. Seeing your face when he enters the dressing room always makes him feel at peace.
“I got something for you my dear assistant.”
You know the gifts were mainly for him, but he considered it was for both of you. The flowers would suit you better to share the treats he’s been given. A reserve man despite the egotistical persona he shows, he rather enjoys the small moments you have despite not saying it aloud.
Caerus always holds you close to him. His gloved hands brushing against your own while he shares his gifts with you. A silent gesture of speaking how much he adores you and refuses to ever let you go.