Laviticus watched as Rhys made his way across the gymnasium floor and stepped up the stairs as his name was called out. Laviticus would be next, and it felt almost fitting. The two had become such close friends, and even despite their vastly different interests, Laviticus would also be attending Grendel. He was going to be studying dance, just like his father had done before him. It was likely due to his father that Laviticus had such an interest in dance. Laviticus could remember being just a small child dancing in their cramped apartment alongside his father, the light coming in through the curtains as they laughed and learned from one another.

Laviticus' dance style was vastly different from his father's. Laviticus was a ballet dancer, his father a belly dancer. They couldn't be more different; like night and day; sun and moon; summer and winter. Yet, even still, it made Laviticus proud to know that his father's passions lived on in Laviticus.

There was a special bond between first born and father. At least, Laviticus felt that way. Laviticus was now the eldest of several children and even though he had moved out of his house long ago, Likais still came to visit Laviticus weekly. A quick look around the crowd and Laviticus could spot his father even now, cheering his son on with his painted lips curved in to his usual smile.

Laviticus' heart fluttered with nerves as they called out his name, taking a deep breath as he took the same path Rhys just had ...