“You seemed troubled.”
an observation. he has had seldom visits to Cotes, and perhaps his frequent travels to Archimedes are to blame but in the past few weeks, he has abstained himself from spending anymore than he should. his creator’s human face is a troublesome sight, more so when Goetia crosses stares and realizes he would rather ignore Romani Archaman for a while longer. it is not out of malice, but Solomon is a fresh memory and a wound that refuses to heal.
against what is believed, he has no intention in lashing out to his maker. it would be far more simple if he could pretend he has nothing to say, instead he reflects on years that will never return. he thinks of the king and his lonely throne, always smiling.
his eyes wander in contemplation. it had been a coincidence they had stumbled to this part of the festivities. he could discern without a problem that this was — the lights across the river and the flower-like rafts made it rather obvious.
“An altar would be more fitting. But I suspect any fuss about the details will fall on deaf ears. Even I understand that grief is carried according to your own inclination and desire.”
@grandorder – spiralefes