When he's pulled from his remembering, he'll find another set of eyes searching for his, a familiar blue and wide eyed, like they'd seen a ghost. Which, well, in a way they have.
"Gus?"
Phillip, much like Gustavian, barely looks like the boy that he knew before. His black hair was allowed to fall to his shoulders in waves, and where they last would have seen each other as awkward, burgeoning young teens, the intervening years have given his features something of a delicate, pretty quality. Of course, he's also much shorter in comparison now, the Hyur having to look up as he all but marches over. Apparently, a refusal to be intimidated by much of anything is one of his more consistent traits.
"It is you, isn't it?" he demands, as his eyes search over the other man's face. He's not wearing any sort of attire that would mark him as a servant, so he's likely just running errands on his own or some such, but there is still a simple chain of silver around his neck, the pendant Gustavian knows is attached hidden underneath his shirt.
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"Gus?"
Phillip, much like Gustavian, barely looks like the boy that he knew before. His black hair was allowed to fall to his shoulders in waves, and where they last would have seen each other as awkward, burgeoning young teens, the intervening years have given his features something of a delicate, pretty quality. Of course, he's also much shorter in comparison now, the Hyur having to look up as he all but marches over. Apparently, a refusal to be intimidated by much of anything is one of his more consistent traits.
"It is you, isn't it?" he demands, as his eyes search over the other man's face. He's not wearing any sort of attire that would mark him as a servant, so he's likely just running errands on his own or some such, but there is still a simple chain of silver around his neck, the pendant Gustavian knows is attached hidden underneath his shirt.