#adabananecromancy

" ... mm. i didn't think of it like that. "

that was me w niigo rin earlier

growing closer // accepting !

is he really the best person to be asking this ? time may have eroded things in clarity within the eternal recurrence, but phainon knows manners. his reconnection with debates and the nousporists, winning awards and swaying the council of elders as deliverer ? feels more like the eons and eons of his own real age, and if he lingers too far he'll drift, he knows. won't be able to answer this (young ? ) lady's question.

something he . . really doesn't want to think about . the shifting parts of him are all . . . messy and that's putting it mercifully. every thirty three millionth and three hundred and fifty and three hundred and thirty sixth of him. age isn't . . really much of a concern, to him, anyway.

calloused fingers rake behind the back of hair like snow; pale blue eyes on her own with something borderlining on sheepish . apologetic. what happened to the charismatic, at times silver-tongued deliverer of amphoreus ? clearly he's lived that long . ' live ' being relative.

( and somehow, made it, all the same, to that dawn he could only imagine in a slipping mind worn by suffering. )

" . . . ah, well, that's your own business, isn't it, miss ? " a weak chuckle, boyish and humbled. he feels like what he must have been like as a child. fumbling before his mother when he actually got caught, actually heard her scolding over his mischief. it's . . a weird feeling, to be young, and older than likely all the stars on their own.

" i just . . . feel it would be impolite to reply. "

( who is he to even talk ? )