It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
( Pothos sips from his own poured glass. )
I think I have a decent relationship with them. But no child has a perfect relationship with their parents.
What does ‘running about’ mean for you?
It would be an honor to see some of your paintings one day, Kairos.
(Wine poured, kairos takes a glass. Bright gaze flickering from the liquid inside to Pothos.)
You have a good relationship with them, I take it? As for me, I quite enjoy running about and painting in my free time.
It’s calming
( He frowns, as if this information was new to him. Did they not have a good relationship? His mother never really mentioned Arke, now that he reflects, and that fact bothers him. )
I am sorry you are just now finding out about me, Auntie.
But I am very happy to meet you.
( He crosses his arms over his chest. )
I am not sure you want me to do that. . . It can be hurtful or embarrassing to hear your desires named aloud by someone you barely know.
Apologies then, my love. I was raised to always respect title over personal endearments.
But I will not make the same mistake again.
( He presses a few quick apologetic kisses along her cheek, jaw, and neck. )
( That mischievous smirk is back. )
I know of many things, I spend most of my time wandering about, seeking out those who yearn. . . there is much yearning in those fields.
But yes, it is indeed an invitation, Oizys.
A boisterous but melodic laugh comes from his broad chest, shoulders shaking.
“Lady Philotes, do not be silly, you may move about as if this were your own home. I trust you as a guest,” he replies with a wink.
Briefly disappearing to retrieve wine—returning with bottle and +