#𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 一 𝘇𝗶𝗴𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲

[silverknightpiece]

send  👁️  for  an  envious  starter . / send  👼  for  a  comforting  starter . ( i'm between these two )

STARTER PROMPTS ： I'm actually thinking why not a little of both (leaning towards comforting), because I'm feeling both feel-good & melancholic at once.

A few hours of class cannot shake the thoughts that stir in his head and the feelings that cause his pen to still and his eyes to wander. He's unsure how he looked to other's but he's heard snickers from the more mischievous students and Kalim has checked on him once, asking if he was tired or ill from anything. He can only assume that his face was pale or his eyes were unfocused, as his upperclassmen have shown concern like that before. But he doesn't know, and maybe he ever won't.

After he gets back to the dormitories, it's basically time to swing back to his father, Malleus, and Sebek's sides because of how late it was, and a genuine want to see them. The sophomore class is nice to hang around with, especially when clubs are active or a certain potion doesn't give anyone a good grade, but it's just nice to go back to all things familiar to him.

If Malleus hadn't excused himself and his father playing a mobile game backwards into his room, claiming a game night for himself between sounds of canons going off, hadn't been hint enough it was late into the evening, he'd have forgotten to check. It was late, yes, but not anything to get ready for bed for. His thoughts came flooding back, in bunches of slightly too much to process packages.

Being nearly alone with Sebek was not something new, especially with how independent and sparse the students of Diasomnia can be, but it was mostly because they just ended up there. Perhaps because they were similar in ways, or at least familiar with where to find the other. Or at least, Silver thinks so. Sometimes, it just feels like that.

But being alone with him, Silver does bring up what he's been thinking about all day. It's said almost unflappably, but Silver means it. "Sebek, I have something to ask of you. Would an eventual end of this school life, and the eventual responsibilities of home, truly be the only form of parting we'll endure? I... need a third opinion on this."

[silverknightpiece]

Silver was still in his uniform from where he just came from dinner, having forgone going to his room for ruminating in the public area after he had been left to his own devices. The suddenness of wanting a response or two was what caught him off guard, not the rampant fear of something else in his heart or head. He's never been the type to act first, so it felt strange to crave to ask first with no idea what he was searching for. The third year who gave him advice was naturally so happy-go-lucky, but the advice had only given him solace for a few days. Maybe this wasn't the best idea to air out his less faithful thoughts? He has always been silent about personal business unless it directly affects the world or the people around them. He can forgo counting on his hands because of the sheer amount of times he's had to tell Sebek to quiet down or his father to stop messing with the gullible a bit. As annoying as he may be at times for nagging, he may have a good laugh at the stupidest moments of this school life they've had together.

"Of course, the days will come to an end when we have to move on from studying." Though, if the libraries back home were given more imports from the world, maybe the studies at home would continue. The phrase you never stop learning was something his father encouraged, and Silver agrees with it everyday he resides in this school. But that was besides the point, even as Silver spies a book or two he's not familiar with amongst the pile. "But for now, we'll be leaving behind Malleus and father for our studies after the year ends, and I know I'll be gone in time as well. Of course, one year to deposit each of us back home is nothing in the grand scheme but..."

But said school life was also the issue that bugged his mind. The blatant talk about leaving the next year all across the third years was civil and very few were going out of there way to extend their contacts to all who they care for. Second years were far more gracious and very open to saying goodbye and wishing them luck, and first years were mixed at best. Some haven't made those connections yet to be anything but nonchalant, some are courteous, and some will genuinely miss their third year companions. Silver wishes he could say he was as courteous as some of his fellow sophomores at the thought of who would leave but... he'd be wrong. The path before him was obvious, but something was always overshadowing something else inside of him.

His father's health... to the third years goodbye... to his want to stay in contact with more then just S一... to the lack of connection back home... to Malleus's position...

Silver keeps himself measured and as unflappable as always, as he knows that Sebek sounds harsher than he is generally. And if Sebek really was upset, he couldn't blame him. Not only had he seen the other was studying and still bugged him, but Silver had insinuated something Sebek probably did not fear much for, at least, compared to Silver.

"Temporary as it is, yes." He answers honestly. "We both have something to go back to and it will not change our duties, and... I guess I know it will be bitter for me to leave in the end, having gotten a taste of something new. Something not from home. You've always been more adaptable to people then I." And he believes it, even with how unvarying the other gets around a majority of people outside of Diasomnia. He's almost dispirited as he continues. "I guess I'm just not able to comprehend this lose just yet..."

continued from here,   with @silverknightpiece​

THE RARITY THAT IS SEEING DIASOMNIA SEPARATE is truly only a matter of classes.   had it not been for an unavoidable case of schedule conflict,   they would likely never part ways with one another;   not only out of loyalty to their own,   but also out of duty.    loathing the times where he could not be at his young master’s side,   often running himself ragged just to ensure that he could escort malleus to class  —  as well as make it to his own.   this was not an extra step that silver was often taking precaution to as well,   a clear case of sebek’s own habit to be overbearing towards those who did not need such.   reconvening for a meal during that day was the small solace they had;  before they would not see one another till the end of the night again.  

most on the outside would see silver & sebek as attached at the hip;   appearing so with their duties aligning,   as well as having similar clubs,   similar goals.    most of their lives had lined up so perfectly,   but it didn’t stop him from being acutely aware of all of the moments that they were not together.   school life would never truly allow for him to forget that no matter how hard the fae worked,   he was still a year behind his human companion  —   effort could do nothing to change the way that time passed.  

his nightly routine was regular,  undoubtful that silver could find him in the same place  —  sitting on his bed with his legs crossed,   back perfectly straight.    before him,   a pile of books;   and while to most they may have look like a mess,   it was organized strategically to his study plan for that night.    meticulously,   yet semi - messy,   notes lined before his knees.    sebek’s attention was drawn from his work only when his name was called,   eyes hesitant to leave the pages.    “  were you expecting to take up studying for the entirety of your days?   or did you intend to become someone befitting of your title?  ”   while his own prodding about school life may come off cold  —  he was not nearly as talented at forming lasting bonds with his peers as his counterpart.   in his eyes,   night raven university was a mere stepping stone to becoming their young master’s retainer.  at some point,   he did intend to put books aside &   pick up a sword.  

placing his pen down,   deeming the other’s conversation above his studies for the moment.   sebek was always quite forceful about his opinion,   by nature he was loud when it came to expressing himself as well.   “  there is no intention for us to separate,   not unless you believe there is  —   i will stay at lord malleus’ side forever.   worrying about inevitable happenings will only waste time you can better yourself.   we’ve parted before,   but some things are temporary.  ”    his calm for saying things in the moment was striking,   knowing that the moment malleus would graduate before the two of them  —  sebek would be the first to weep.