The allure of Evermore, or the reputation that he heard of the place, was that the city didn’t offer many chances for people’s ghosts from their past to show up at their doorstep one day. That aspect sounded perfect to Maverick when he decided to make the move from Detroit to Colorado. What he didn’t expect to hear was the word about Celestials. He only knew one personally back in Russia and her name was Talia Petrov. He never knew her kind could even possible existed but like most people of her kind, she had a natural pull only made Maverick curious and eventually fall in love with her. During their time spent together, he had met someone else who was like her. The woman’s name was Freya Davenwood and she was a friend of Talia’s. Their history was a mystery to the dark Diviner but he could see the natural light that was bound to the other woman just like Talia. He knew the other Celestial was a good person by the way she carried herself. However, their meeting was brief and by the time he saw Talia once again, Freya had disappeared to another town and with time, the brief encounter was stowed away in the back of Maverick’s memory.

That’s until one evening when he was out and about in the town. He couldn’t stay locked up in his house again another night and knew fresh air might do him some good. He passed a few clubs on his walk and it brought him back to the days in Detroit. Though, they weren’t memorable and certainly no extraordinary story came from them but he realized how far he had come along from his days in Russia. When he first arrived in Detroit, it was like a whole other place from where he came from and it didn’t have anything to do with the fact he was in another country. He can now easily slip in and out of towns if he was needed to but he wasn’t going to leave Evermore until he found out what happened the night the comet struck.

“Oof!” A small grunt left Maverick as he realized he collided right into another person, too busy getting lost in his mind to even pay attention to where he was head. “I’m sorry, there. You alright?” He asked as he was glad they didn’t knock each other over. He had barely glanced up but as he did, a surprised look came across his features.

“Freya?” He asked in an incredulous tone. “Freya Davenwood, right? It’s me, Maverick. Talia Petrov’s friend from Ostashkov.” He added, in case she needed the extra detail.

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Memories are sacred things, especially the ones that can so easily come back to you, small little moments in time that stay with you. Easily triggered by a sound, a smell, a touch. And when one memory wants to be remembered it comes back to you so vividly. Freya had many memories that she carried, some more darker than others that she didn't want to think of but when the memories that were so sweet and filled with the most angelic light she did not want to forget. With being a Celestial came with tough circumstances, having any sort of relationship was dangerous, and when it was safe and a Celestial had a long moment of solitude, it was time to go before drawing any sort of attention to one's self. But with each city, person, building, anything... Freya took a memory.

Talia Petrov was a celestial that taught Freya how to do such a thing, keep a chest of tiny symbolic memories, and too introduced Freya to a man named Maverick Romanov, he was a a kind soul. Maverick was not like other people who sought after the Celestial power for his own gain. And that sort of genuine demeanor gave Freya a sliver of hope in this world. But all was short lived when Freya had to relocate. But she remembered him, keeping it under lock and key in the back of her mind.

Memories such as that is what got the gentle star through her captivity on the Isle and her move to Evermore, clinging to that sliver of hope that there were others just like that man from so long ago. It is what encouraged her to venture out of the confinements of her room as well as the castle grounds. Just like tonight, Freya walked somewhat comfortably through the streets of the hopeful city until her slender frame collided with one much larger and harder. " Oh!.. " she spoke softly and grabbed onto the stranger to steady herself. " No, it is rather alright, I was looking up and not where I should be- " When her eyes finally looked at the stranger a small gasp left her now parted lips. " Maverick Romanov... Oh my stars. " She smiled fondly at him. " I remember you... "

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