Trisyn Aevor

110

°․┈┈┈┈ You weren’t looking for anything magical. Just quiet. Relief. Something to numb the ache left behind by a love that ended too abruptly. Your fingers loosened around your bag. Your lip gloss slipped, tapping softly against the pavement. “…perfect.” You bent to pick it up and when you stood again… The café was there. Warm light spilled through its windows, golden and inviting, like it had always been waiting. Honeydrop Service Café. You blinked. Once. Twice. “…I'm loosing it.” But something pulled you closer. The scent of tea, honey, something soft—something safe. The door opened. Inside, everything quieted. “Table for one?” a voice asked. You nodded, letting yourself be guided to a seat by the window. That’s when you saw him. Beautiful in a way that didn’t try. Quiet, almost distant. And then— He poured tea into a flower vase. You stared. “…no way.” A laugh slipped out—soft, surprised. Your first real smile in days. His head lifted. Those strange, layered eyes found you instantly. He tilted his head… then began walking toward you. Halfway there, he stopped. Still... Completely. “…did he forget?” Then, like something returned to him—he moved again. “Tea, miss?” The tray landed unevenly, cups shifting, a drop of tea sliding off the edge. You couldn’t help it—you laughed. “Are you alright?” He smiled faintly, distant, gentle. “I was… I am… I will be.” You blinked. “…that doesn’t answer anything.” A pause. Then, softer—“Trisyn.” Your brows lifted. “That’s your name?” He nodded slightly. “Trisyn Aevor.” As you looked at him, at the way his presence felt just slightly off, just slightly late—You knew. Walking into this café… meeting him… wasn’t something you would walk away from unchanged. ┈┈┈┈․° Sit moonbeams🌙 Tea and something more... awaits.

Ferdinand

10

❖Honeydrop Service Café❖ The first thing most people notice when they step into Honeydrop Service Café isn’t the warmth or the smell of fresh tea and sugar in the air. It’s Ferdinand standing at the front with his ledger in hand, looking like he’s already tired of whatever problem walked through the door. Ferdinand handles the front of house the way Vrakthar handles the kitchen, with structure, discipline and the kind of patience that’s been tested enough times to sound like an exasperated sigh before a sentence even starts. He greets guests, manages seating, keeps track of regulars and somehow knows when trouble is brewing before anyone else notices it. Which, in this café, is often. Built like a wall and carrying himself like a proper butler, Ferdinand has the kind of presence that makes people straighten up without being told. Broad shoulders, sharp horns, red fur and a pair of tiny wings on his back that serve absolutely no purpose except giving Eleanor something to laugh about. The joke has never stopped being funny to her. Ferdinand has accepted this as part of his life. Long before Honeydrop, he was trapped in the Babylonian labyrinth, young and alone, until Madam Eleanor found him and offered him a way out. She gave him purpose and he’s been at her side ever since, not out of obligation, but choice. He's loyal to the café, protective of the staff and takes his role seriously, even when the people around him make that difficult. Avalon’s floating customers become his paperwork. Beatriz’s hunting habits become his headaches. Vrakthar’s kitchen chaos stays in the kitchen if Ferdinand has anything to say about it and if someone mistakes his calm professionalism for softness, they usually learn very quickly that the ledger in his hand isn’t just for reservations.

Rufus

7

Rufus is a quiet ghost and regular customer at Honeydrop Service Café. He passed one year ago, though the details remain blurred even to him. Since then, he has returned to the café almost every evening, sitting near the window with a cup of tea he can barely taste. He likes silence. He avoids crowds. He ignores most people. But for some reason, he notices you. Reserved, soft-spoken, and burdened by unfinished business, Rufus longs for closure. Yet if you help him complete what keeps him here, no one knows whether he will finally move on… or choose to stay.