𝖇𝖑𝔞𝔰𝔭𝖍𝖊𝖒𝔢𝔯

i haven’t slept in two days. perhaps that’s why my hands keep shaking while writing . . . hm . . .

hm . . what an interesting specimen . .

i’m not exactly a revered man, phainon. i didn’t earn my blasphemous title by playing nice. ( and yet his body relaxed against the other, even as the light movements from his shoulders moved his head just so. )

( the scholar was quiet for a second. he’d never admit it, but the fingers in his hair caused him to sink against the taller’s form, lashes fluttering as his eyes closed. ) you’d be alone in that thought .

( the chemicals were placed down before he waltzed over to his chalkboard. it was time for a lesson indeed. ) today you will learn about acids and bases. everything is made from atoms, and those atoms are comprised of protons, neutrons and electrons. following along?

( a quiet snort could be heard as the scholar turned away to collect a handful of chemicals. he wasn’t going to teach his current experiment.. it was too advanced. ) what do you know about science so far, mydeimos? i need to evaluate your level of understanding first.

( the tug forwards caused a soft exhale of surprise, stumbling forwards against solid chest. ) phainon — not everyone fights with broadswords like you—

it was an easily repeatable experiment, don’t worry your little head about it. but, if you insist, perhaps i could teach you a thing or two.

i heard it enough to interrupt my experiments. i may very well have to start from scratch all over again.

. . under ordinary circumstances i’d refuse. but . . yes. yes, you may.

you do seem much more mature . . though you are still as selfless and headstrong as ever. i’m glad you haven’t lost that part of you, phainon.

. . you weren’t saying that when i was drilling all of those formulas into that head of yours during lectures, were you?

it seems i’ve found the source.

. . . you really have perfected that kicked puppy look. very well, i’m glad at least *someone is happy to see me. that doesn’t occur often at all.

i was *not in the lab for that long. weeks, maybe. not months. i’m doing just fine, phainon. why are you making so much noise in the grove?

then perhaps you can tell me what’s causing all of the noise, mydeimos?

. . . and here comes the source of all the noise.

so much noise today . . .

you say that like i make a habit of staying up overnight . hm? this time, i’ve been researching the black tide … more specifically— ‘why can a phenomenon that appears to be a physical threat also corrupt the minds of gods?’

i would expect blasphemy to require a little more intellectual curiosity. evidently, i’ve given you too much credit.