[ normally, rideaux takes pleasure in making sure everyone around him knows when his birthday is coming up, and making them feel obligated to buy him gifts or do special favors for him. with this one, though, everything about it is complicated, and aside from making the note on his calendar, as of this morning, he hasn't said anything about it to anyone yet.
honestly, he really shouldn't even call it his birthday at all when it hasn't been a full 336 days since the last one he celebrated back in elympios; but it is the third day of the eleventh month by this world's calendar, and frankly it's less of a hassle to just go along with that than to keep track of counting the days.
so it's a small solace that he's not really quite thirty, but he's still not eager to publicize just how close he is to it. there is a significant line in between twenty-nine and thirty as far as he's concerned, and as someone who puts a great deal of importance on image, he doesn't want to be seen as being on the other side of that line.
beyond those technical and shallow complications, though, the fact is he's almost certainly not going to live to see another birthday in elympios if he goes back. his life had always been in a precarious enough position that each year -- even as a child -- he had briefly entertained the thought that this one could be his last, but it had never been such a real and imminent truth as it seems to be now. he's never been a remotely sentimental person, and has never wasted time on pointless introspection, but it would be a lie to say that this day wouldn't give him at least a moment's pause.
"a great year following"... that's a laugh. this gift on his desk is probably the last one he'll ever get.
he tucks the card back into its envelope and sets it back down when pyrrha is back in his line of sight. ]
lmao i made it up myself so you wouldn't find it anywhere don't worry
honestly, he really shouldn't even call it his birthday at all when it hasn't been a full 336 days since the last one he celebrated back in elympios; but it is the third day of the eleventh month by this world's calendar, and frankly it's less of a hassle to just go along with that than to keep track of counting the days.
so it's a small solace that he's not really quite thirty, but he's still not eager to publicize just how close he is to it. there is a significant line in between twenty-nine and thirty as far as he's concerned, and as someone who puts a great deal of importance on image, he doesn't want to be seen as being on the other side of that line.
beyond those technical and shallow complications, though, the fact is he's almost certainly not going to live to see another birthday in elympios if he goes back. his life had always been in a precarious enough position that each year -- even as a child -- he had briefly entertained the thought that this one could be his last, but it had never been such a real and imminent truth as it seems to be now. he's never been a remotely sentimental person, and has never wasted time on pointless introspection, but it would be a lie to say that this day wouldn't give him at least a moment's pause.
"a great year following"... that's a laugh. this gift on his desk is probably the last one he'll ever get.
he tucks the card back into its envelope and sets it back down when pyrrha is back in his line of sight. ]
Very thoughtful. Thank you.