[ He's happy to hear that he's staying somewhere, rather than aimlessly wandering around Paris in search of ways to acquire mana... He wonders how his old teacher has been fairing without a contract. He's a little worried. ]
You should let me stay with you. [ This... brat... He continues to play, closing his eyes. ] Keraunos deserves a proper home, too.
I'm saying that the stables where I'm saying aren't very well taken care of. [He sighs, shaking his head.] There's one stall where the roof has collapsed, and there's been no time to fix it. Every other horse is drafty come the evenings.
[Obviously this has nothing to do with anything else.]
I've poked my head at the one next door, and you'll find the water quality is also much better.
... [ Okay, so someone might be openly pouting now, looking off in another direction as he continues to play. The notes he's plucking are higher in pitch, quicker, like he's decidedly diverting his focus so he can play something a bit more complex.
He sees your game, Chiron. You don't want him to stay with you, after all.
At least with his focus on the music he's attracting more attention from the crowd that has gathered around the area. They're enjoying the show, clapping along with the music. Some begin to disperse after deciding that the music alone isn't worth lingering around for, which leaves mostly children, the elderly, and a few young women as their current audience.
This will help his mood. He's always loved attention and praise. ]
[Chiron sighs, and if there's something equine in it, then it's hardly on purpose. But more importantly, he stills his own instrument, letting Achilles do what he needs to. There's nothing that his own improvisations can do to add or give depth to what Achilles has decided to play.
The whole thing brings up something that has been on Chiron's mind though: Achilles hasn't been a student for a long time. Is it time to move beyond that definition of their relationship, and treat each other as peers rather than teacher and pupil?
[ The night continues on and eventually a few girls... decide to join them, getting up close and personal. Achilles is eager and lets ... them cling to his sides, looking at Chiron expectantly as another woman tries to join him. ]
Isn't this fun? [ Spoken in Greek, which just riles up the girls more. They're so exotic! ]
[Chiron's not actually sure if the attention is helping Achilles' mood, or he's putting on a show of it improving his mood. Either way, this is definitely not Chiron's own definition of fun by any stretch of the imagination.
He's at least polite enough to look around the table that they've holed up at, and then note a crate that's a few feet away. There's no effort required to use his foot and drag it over, and then another.
Any of the leaning can be taken care of with an actual seat.]
It is a very different night out from what I'm used to. [So fucking off into the mountains.]
[ It's sort of both. As a born prodigy, Achilles has always taken great pleasure in showing off his skills and prowess and getting the appropriate feedback.
He couldn't care any less about these girls who are now vying for his attention, but their presence here tells him that his glory truly is everlasting.
He's so selfish. Sometimes he doesn't even realize when he's doing something for his own self-satisfaction. He's quickly losing sight of the true purpose they've come here for, which is probably the direct result of the wine. He's laughing with the girls, murmuring in french and letting them flirt at him.
This is so embarrassing. Avert thine eyes, Chiron.
Is this what it's like for introverts when they hang out with extraverts... If you leave, he'll certainly notice and abandon ship along with you. ]
[Chiron's not surprised by the turn of events, in the end. This kind of thing was honestly why he'd rather not be direct housemates with Achilles, and why he wants to know where their own relationship stands. There's no good way to impress upon him that a teacher doesn't want to sit and watch this, whereas a friend would. At least, there isn't right now.
A binary doesn't help either, but it's how Chiron is trying to articulate his thoughts on the matter. Idle fingers pluck at notes, no particular song or melody in mind, and Chiron's wine glass has long remained untouched.
To pack up and leave would be rude though, and so Chiron still stays, waiting for either Achilles to make a decision about the rest of his evening, or for a graceful exit.]
[ Achilles isn't so oblivious that he hasn't noticed Chiron's discomfort. Eventually, as he turns to look at his teacher, he realizes his mistake and grows quiet.
He stops indulging the girls, though he continues to play. Eventually he does shoo them off, bluntly stating that he'd had enough and moves to stand and sit closer to his teacher. The lyre is left in his previous seat, along with his empty glass. ]
You haven't finished your wine. Have you grown tired? [ Tired in the sense that relates most to what they are. Being tired isn't a result of a lack of sleep, but a lack of mana or energy. His question holds implications that only they know of. ]
[Chiron's response is in Greek, preferring it and the nuances he knows best. His fingers haven't stopped moving on the instrument though, and he's been more interested in that than the wine for most of the evening.]
I've been perfectly fine looking after myself. You don't need to worry about that particular detail, nor should you.
[He pauses, then adds:] You also didn't need to ruin your own evening just to ask me a question.
[There's probably an art to phrasing this, but it isn't as if rhetoric was in Chiron's cirriculum.]
If you seek to treat me as an equal, then you cannot view me as a teacher in the here and now. The student and teacher relationship has a built in hierarchy to it, and thus certain restraints. I don't imagine that you would come and tell me of your long evenings with whomever you chose, nor would I do the same to you with relations regarding my wife. [It's a pretty graphic example, but the best one he can think of to illustrate the gap.] Equals would.
That's a reductive phrasing of it, but...in so many words, yes. There are ways to work within the power balance, but there will also always be some boundaries that are inappropriate to cross, I feel.
... He awkwardly... coughs, feeling a bit sheepish now. But he grins through it, though it's self-deprecating in nature. He scratches at his head, looking for words to say. ]
Does my interest in women make you uncomfortable, teacher?
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You should let me stay with you. [ This... brat... He continues to play, closing his eyes. ] Keraunos deserves a proper home, too.
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[It's...not commentary on Achilles. It's just knowing someone well and being able to predict him.]
The one next door has better stables, you'll find.
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What are you trying to say, teacher... [ A bit cheekily, but there's also a foreboding darkness weighted in his tone. ]
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[Obviously this has nothing to do with anything else.]
I've poked my head at the one next door, and you'll find the water quality is also much better.
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He sees your game, Chiron. You don't want him to stay with you, after all.
At least with his focus on the music he's attracting more attention from the crowd that has gathered around the area. They're enjoying the show, clapping along with the music. Some begin to disperse after deciding that the music alone isn't worth lingering around for, which leaves mostly children, the elderly, and a few young women as their current audience.
This will help his mood. He's always loved attention and praise. ]
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The whole thing brings up something that has been on Chiron's mind though: Achilles hasn't been a student for a long time. Is it time to move beyond that definition of their relationship, and treat each other as peers rather than teacher and pupil?
It isn't the time to ask.]
LMAO
Isn't this fun? [ Spoken in Greek, which just riles up the girls more. They're so exotic! ]
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He's at least polite enough to look around the table that they've holed up at, and then note a crate that's a few feet away. There's no effort required to use his foot and drag it over, and then another.
Any of the leaning can be taken care of with an actual seat.]
It is a very different night out from what I'm used to. [So fucking off into the mountains.]
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He couldn't care any less about these girls who are now vying for his attention, but their presence here tells him that his glory truly is everlasting.
He's so selfish. Sometimes he doesn't even realize when he's doing something for his own self-satisfaction. He's quickly losing sight of the true purpose they've come here for, which is probably the direct result of the wine. He's laughing with the girls, murmuring in french and letting them flirt at him.
This is so embarrassing. Avert thine eyes, Chiron.
Is this what it's like for introverts when they hang out with extraverts... If you leave, he'll certainly notice and abandon ship along with you. ]
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A binary doesn't help either, but it's how Chiron is trying to articulate his thoughts on the matter. Idle fingers pluck at notes, no particular song or melody in mind, and Chiron's wine glass has long remained untouched.
To pack up and leave would be rude though, and so Chiron still stays, waiting for either Achilles to make a decision about the rest of his evening, or for a graceful exit.]
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He stops indulging the girls, though he continues to play. Eventually he does shoo them off, bluntly stating that he'd had enough and moves to stand and sit closer to his teacher. The lyre is left in his previous seat, along with his empty glass. ]
You haven't finished your wine. Have you grown tired? [ Tired in the sense that relates most to what they are. Being tired isn't a result of a lack of sleep, but a lack of mana or energy. His question holds implications that only they know of. ]
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I've been perfectly fine looking after myself. You don't need to worry about that particular detail, nor should you.
[He pauses, then adds:] You also didn't need to ruin your own evening just to ask me a question.
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How could I enjoy myself when you're clearly not having fun? That'd be a dishonour. [ Honour... Everything is about hnooor. ]
I wonder how we should spend our time together, when we don't know how long we'll have. [ Now he's getting all angsty. ]
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[Maybe in being this drunk though.]
Do you intend to have that time spent together as friends, or as teacher and student?
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I want you to see me as an equal. I realize that's something I'll have to earn in due time.
But you'll always be my teacher, just as my father will always be my father and my mother will always be my mother.
[ Does that make sense? ]
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I see. It's...hard to fill both roles, which is why I ask.
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Are you disappointed in me, teacher?
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[There's probably an art to phrasing this, but it isn't as if rhetoric was in Chiron's cirriculum.]
If you seek to treat me as an equal, then you cannot view me as a teacher in the here and now. The student and teacher relationship has a built in hierarchy to it, and thus certain restraints. I don't imagine that you would come and tell me of your long evenings with whomever you chose, nor would I do the same to you with relations regarding my wife. [It's a pretty graphic example, but the best one he can think of to illustrate the gap.] Equals would.
And so that's why I ask for clarification.
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He just makes a face. Yes. The pouting one. ]
So... If you're teacher, then you cannot be my friend.
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That's a reductive phrasing of it, but...in so many words, yes. There are ways to work within the power balance, but there will also always be some boundaries that are inappropriate to cross, I feel.
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... He awkwardly... coughs, feeling a bit sheepish now. But he grins through it, though it's self-deprecating in nature. He scratches at his head, looking for words to say. ]
Does my interest in women make you uncomfortable, teacher?
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Have you ever considered I might be a little curious?
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