[ Tradition is alive and well in the Date household, Sage can attest to that. It's been driven into his bones and carved into his soul, it pours through everything he does in spite of his somewhat cavalier mannerisms. His edges may have sharpened themselves on the concept of rebellion, shaped the duality of his outline, but he places importance in history. His, theirs, everyone's. Just because he knows how to rile him doesn't mean he won't often agree.
How many times would Strata and Halo meet, after all - the two shades of sky.
These thoughts surface in him and race quickly away under the sudden angle of Rowen's arm looping over his shoulders. At one point, Sage is sure he would've had to lean to accommodate. He notices immediately that's not the case anymore. It really had been a long time, hadn't it? Since they'd drifted, and their powers grew quiet. Sage returns the letter to its place among his things. ]
I leave tomorrow. If it turns out to be the real thing, I'm in for a stay.
[ Which suits him either way. With the fighting over for good, he can go wherever he pleases. Mundane responsibilities aside, a thought that has him glancing down at Rowen's half-abandoned syllabus, filled to the margin with angry notes. His eyebrows lift. ]
Can you afford the break?
[ What with a regular crusade of inquiries right there. Sage is curious. Rowen could also go anywhere. ]
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How many times would Strata and Halo meet, after all - the two shades of sky.
These thoughts surface in him and race quickly away under the sudden angle of Rowen's arm looping over his shoulders. At one point, Sage is sure he would've had to lean to accommodate. He notices immediately that's not the case anymore. It really had been a long time, hadn't it? Since they'd drifted, and their powers grew quiet. Sage returns the letter to its place among his things. ]
I leave tomorrow. If it turns out to be the real thing, I'm in for a stay.
[ Which suits him either way. With the fighting over for good, he can go wherever he pleases. Mundane responsibilities aside, a thought that has him glancing down at Rowen's half-abandoned syllabus, filled to the margin with angry notes. His eyebrows lift. ]
Can you afford the break?
[ What with a regular crusade of inquiries right there. Sage is curious. Rowen could also go anywhere. ]