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[cyclus]

If nothing else, I'd like for us to be friends.

[ It is better, he thinks, to make that clear first; Phainon has no intention of letting things fall apart or be ruined because they're not compatible in those other ways. It might offer the other man comfort to know that any refusal or discomfort won't ruin the acquaintance they're developing; he knows it would ease his own worries.

Their knees brush, and Phainon smiles, taking his cup of tea and relaxing. ]

Why don't you tell me what kind of poetry you like?

[hotproblems]

Of course. As fans of the arts, I think we are already friends.

[Unironically, even, that's enough for him. He's admittedly a touch desperate for any kind of positive companionship at this point, but Phainon has been kind to him and they have at least a few common interests, so...! That's plenty to make a good start.]

As for poetry... [Poetry also makes him blush, and he pauses to sip his tea, ahem.] I believe the quality of the poem depends on how much of the poet's heart shows through the words, rather than a particular form. I suppose you could say that is the kind of poetry I favor, with heart. I do admire a clever rhyme, though, of course.

[cyclus]

I agree with that! There’s something about the honesty of feeling and warmth of heart that makes it all the more enjoyable.

[ Phainon had studied poems a little in the Grove, though not as in depth as the other areas offered. He thinks back, trying to recall if any had struck him deeply, or made him feel true and deep emotions. It’s hard to remember. ]

I liked to read about the Titans and Gods, and the world beyond my village. I was something of a hopeful explorer, I think!

[hotproblems]

[Briefly Lorenz wonders why he would say this in the past tense - but he figures that was, like, a childhood thing, and he must have seen more of his world by now. That's reasonable.]

You've an adventurous spirit, it sounds like. I've always favored topics closer to the chest, I suppose... Nature, sometimes.

[The big wide world and cool epics? Not quite his scene.]

But one must admire the breadth of detail necessary for an epic of exploration, of course.

[cyclus]

[ Phainon isn't entirely conscious of the way he's said it, but it's a long story, if he were asked. It doesn't register in his mind one way or the other. It's simply one of those things. ]

I was a soldier, so there was less time for poetry than I might have liked. I have more time now, so I could indulge a little more.

[ Nodding his head, he grins. ]

There was a poet who inspired my desire to explore. He wrote about the world, and all these places that I wanted to see. It was inspirational!

[hotproblems]

Were you? I've been serving as an officer of my family's soldiers, myself, until- [a brief frown, while he thinks about it and does the quick math,] -a handful of weeks ago, as it happens.

[And now he's here, in Debaucheryville. It happens. He clears his throat and moves on, back on topic,]

Do you remember any of his works? That is to say, are you also interested in recital, or only reading...?

[cyclus]

I joined when I was young, and I've been fighting ever since. I don't necessarily fit in with the regular ranks any more, however.

[ Being a Chrysos Heir means he is a little more special than others. ]

There are some I remember! Let me think for a moment...

[ He pauses, rolling through his memories, before; ]

O displaced soul, where does your path now lead? The black tide's surging. Chaos is raging. Death is prevailing. O exiled vagabond, do you still expect tomorrow? The gods are silent. Fate is gloomy. Madness is rampaging.