his world turns; the clock spins

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[It's little!Milo again. But bigger, yes he's grown since you last saw him. He's also not bloody and not wearing his cloth this time. He's dress in training clothing, rather like this [but with his anime hair colour not manga]. He's sitting on a large golden box and he has a book in hand, reading apparently. He has another book dropped onto the cloth box next to him.

The one he's holding appears to be in Greek while the one sitting abandoned next to him is in French, "La Folle de Chaillot."

He glances around the plane, as if he hadn't noticed it at first...rather like how he was last time. But he's changed a lot, the corner of his mouth curves up in a slight grin. He kicks his legs slightly, almost a childish and carefree gesture.]

Well this time hopefully there will be fewer useless questions...?

[He looks thoughtful for a moment.]

Camus. The other Camus, the one much older, I will speak with you.

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[auroredor.livejournal.com]

... What is it? [This will never get any less bizarre. :|]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

There you are! [He almost smiles when he sees Camus, but there's still the crooked tilt to it as if he never learned to smile properly.]

You asked me once. I think. [waves his hand slightly as if the way he remembers things are nothing but a bother.] You asked me why, didn't you?

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

I've asked many things in my lifetime. [Somewhat flatly. He clearly wants Milo to elaborate.]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

You have? I thought you just demanded answers usually. Or else you didn't care. [Milo's grinning fondly as he speaks.]

Why I chose you. You wanted to know, right? [His face goes blank as he tries to repress his own confusion, he can't tell when this might have happened but he knows it did.]

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

There are always times when it is unavoidable to do otherwise.

[He doesn't know if he should ask. This conversation is not going in a comfortable direction.] ... What does it matter in either case?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter. Things are as they are regardless of the reasons behind it. [Pauses to think for a moment again, plowing through the mush of dreams and half remembered memories.]

But you asked. [He stands on his cloth box, setting down the book and making sure not to lose the page. He gestures for Camus to come closer.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Is trotting by (leaving her flowers) when she catches his scent.]

Another one of the Saints, is it? Although you smell more strongly of blood than the others did...and of twisting time, strangely enough.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Oh! [He's briefly fascinated by the flowers trailing behind this white wolf, at least before she speaks to him. Then he's interested in the wolf.]

What are you? [Her comment startles him a little, and he can't help but sniff the air a bit.] Blood? That was a few hours before, I cleaned.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[She chuckles and starts trotting toward him inquisitively.] A goddess, young one~ Amaterasu, the sun goddess of Nippon, to be specific.

Ah, no, you have cleaned quite properly! The blood I smell is the blood of memory--and if the odd sense of time you have about you is any indication, the future as well.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

I have not heard of you. I will look for you in a book. [Curious learning phase is go :|]

[Milo frowns suddenly looking less childish, closing off slightly.] The Holy Father has found use for me. [Not Shion, he doesn't call this Holy Father Shion even if he still wears that name.]

[And then his curiosity is back, reaching out a hand to Amaterasu.] What does a Saint smell like?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

I am not surprised. Many people here have not heard of me.

[Headtilt, then she walks toward him and snuffles at his hand.] They smell of metal and blood, of faith and hardship, purity and twisting darkness, stardust and pain...and faintly of betrayal.

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

You're bigger than you were last time. [And not covered in blood!]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow at Shun, but hey he's bored so he'll humour the strange people.]

Yes because people grow. It's normal.

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

It hasn't been that long since I saw you though.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

That's your perception.

[contract_star]

...You grew fast.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

You speak slow.

[contract_star]

Maybe I do...or something.

Have you been alright?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Gives Hei a funny look]

Why would I not be?

[contract_star]

Well you're still...small. Although bigger than when I last saw you.

[Long pause. How the hell do you make small talk with a chibi version of a guy you recently fought/had a drunken makeout session with??]

You're staying with Camus, right?

[lamb_of_gold]

[gestures to the play]That seems a heavy read for one as young as yourself.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Looks at the book.]

It's not mine.

[lamb_of_gold]

From whom did you borrow it, then?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[grins a bit because...he's a bit of a clepto apparently.] I thought you would know. You pretended to know a lot last time.

[lamb_of_gold]

I left Sanctuary after my seventh birthday, remember?