She did, she likes to say the stories of eld are there to aid the people of today.
[ there is more too it than that. a thread hidden by her gentle smile and soft words, weaving it's way through everything she says and does, winding up and around Mydei's throat. he knows her well, loves her dearly, but he knows she holds a knife behind her back as she arranges the dominos to her liking. it is exactly how he ended up in this city in the first place.
Mydei twists the top of his own bottle off to take a drink, glancing off into the distance briefly before returning his golden gaze to Phainon. ]
Her favourite stories usually involve a lone hero who bares the weight of a world upon his shoulders. The trials and tribulations that faced him. And those who accompanied him throughout them.
A lot of old stories serve as reminders, yeah- I can see that.
[Phainon watches Mydei staring out into the distance, both hands on his own bottle, unsure of what else to do except listen. Normally that's something easy in just relaxing with Mydei by his side— but since the man essentially does not remember him like Phainon does, it feels... awkward. Like he's finished a story too early or gotten to a good part and can't say anything to anyone else for a while. It's hard.
That doesn't stop him from nearly choking on his drink a moment after he hears Mydei talk about Gorgo. Especially about her telling the other about a "weight of the world" hero and his companions. He coughs, loudly, shaking his head and clearing his throat right after.
Just how much does his mother actually know?]
Weight of the world, huh? That's awfully specific.
[As if she knew Mydei had someone he'd loved and cherished in another life, and knew exactly the struggles they both had.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[ there is more too it than that. a thread hidden by her gentle smile and soft words, weaving it's way through everything she says and does, winding up and around Mydei's throat. he knows her well, loves her dearly, but he knows she holds a knife behind her back as she arranges the dominos to her liking. it is exactly how he ended up in this city in the first place.
Mydei twists the top of his own bottle off to take a drink, glancing off into the distance briefly before returning his golden gaze to Phainon. ]
Her favourite stories usually involve a lone hero who bares the weight of a world upon his shoulders. The trials and tribulations that faced him. And those who accompanied him throughout them.
no subject
[Phainon watches Mydei staring out into the distance, both hands on his own bottle, unsure of what else to do except listen. Normally that's something easy in just relaxing with Mydei by his side— but since the man essentially does not remember him like Phainon does, it feels... awkward. Like he's finished a story too early or gotten to a good part and can't say anything to anyone else for a while. It's hard.
That doesn't stop him from nearly choking on his drink a moment after he hears Mydei talk about Gorgo. Especially about her telling the other about a "weight of the world" hero and his companions. He coughs, loudly, shaking his head and clearing his throat right after.
Just how much does his mother actually know?]
Weight of the world, huh? That's awfully specific.
[As if she knew Mydei had someone he'd loved and cherished in another life, and knew exactly the struggles they both had.]