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By the Fayth, the years had flown by after the wedding.

It was like falling asleep and waking up a fifty-nine year old man. His hair had long since turned a vivid white, his face marred with wrinkles and liver spots. Syv never stopped picking on him about that. Idly, the elderly Cian questioned the idea of inviting his best friend over for a drink or two for this weekend. The thought was banished at the sound of shuffling sheets.

"Grandpa?"

Cian felt a small smile coat his features as he looked upon the waking form of his grandson. The boy was born when he was fifty-three and was the youngest of three children. And much to his surprise at the time, the child was named in his honor. Courtesy of his daughter, of course. Her husband had merely supported the idea. "Yes, Cici?"

"Can you tell me another story?" the blunette asked, his tired eyes wide with hope.

He offered a wordless nod as he thought about what story to tell. Usually it was about the misadventures of him and the Revolutionaries. Maybe when Aaron found Lulu in the Calm Lands and kept her for a pet. Or when he unlocked his Aeon. So many precious memories surfaced but only one would be told. Then he made his decision.

"How about the time me and your grandma first realized we loved each other?"

His smile betrayed his amusement at the six year old's look of awe.

"It all started when - ...."

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Cian closed the door quietly and roamed the hallways toward his bedroom. He'd gotten through half the story before the young blunette's head hit the pillow for the night. Amusingly enough, it reminded him of his time with his own grandfather. The man caste that thought aside as he entered his bedroom, taking in the sleeping figure of his wife. Time certainly had been kind to her.

Her hair had lightened a shade or two in recent years but that was all that had changed. Ash was ash beautiful as the day they'd first met. Not for the first time he wondered why she bothered staying with him. With her looks, she could snag any single man under the yellow sun and even some married men. At least he thought so.

Slowly, he changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. His wife snuggled into his side and he kissed her on the cheek in turn. He watched the ceiling in silence as his mind began to settle, comfortable at last with the way he was laying. Finally, his eyes drifted closed and the old man fell asleep. His daughter would be here tomorrow to pick up little Cianel and he wanted to be awake to say goodbye.

In spite of his old age, in spite of his funner days being far behind him, and in spite of his daughter being all grown up... he smiled in his sleep. All was right in the life of Cianel Femond Vroli the 1st / First.

End.