gazpacho | ➔ life's too short to even care at all, oh.

[It is a relatively peaceful autumn day by the lakeside a man in his mid thirties sat by the docks, the water calm and still and for once in his rather hectic life he was taking the time to enjoy it, he wondered why he had never done this before, then again before he tied up "lose ends" he never had the time or the luxury, Pity he couldn't fully enjoy it now, oh well]

[His hands idly tinker with his shades, as of late he slowly stopped wearing them altogether since there was no point in doing so anymore]

Gideon: I wonder if they got my message?

[He chuckles a bit imagining what they looked like now, an image of Didier and Cameron balding popping up in his head, funny but he doubted it, they werent that old after all and he took a small guess that his 2 closest friends at Ludus, like him still looked slightly young for their age, the only tell tale signs would be the greying or white hair like the strips of white on the sides of his head]

He looked at the watch on his wrist and stepped forward, it had been a while since he'd seen him. On a beautiful day such as this one, Gideon probably would have forced him to do some painstaking training back when they were in Ludus. A slight chuckle escaped from his mouth, it had been so since he'd thought about these things.

Walking further ahead it didn't take him long to see where Gideon was resting, without caring to be discrete, or obvious he made his way to the dock, and stood right there behind.

"Taking it easy, aren't we ?" he said

The Didier that stood before him now bore a very diplomatic aura. Albeit being in his everyday clothes,he wore rather different clothing then the last time Gideon saw him. It was more tight fighting, something of a late 18th century suit with a hat in his hands. His hair was shorter, and his face, more sturn. He was still completely recognizeable, but his demeanor was world's apart.

[He doesn't turn turn around but smiles all the same]

Gideon: I'm not as young as I use to be D.

[But then again when had he ever felt young? in Ludus maybe? but even that almost felt like a century ago with what he had been through in recent years. His hands still continue to absentmindedly play with his sun glasses, still not turning around to look at his friend]

Gideon: you feel a bit different now D, old age catching up to you?

He gins, just a small one.

"Do i really sound that old?Funny, I've tried to adapt my language in a more modern spirit, these last few years."

He lifts his head and looks at the lake, the warm autumn colors reflect themselves on the water and the blue sky mixes itself in there as well.

"It's beautiful, this spot, you truly chose a good place."

Gideon: I said you felt old, you sound like you always did... just like I remember it.

[He drifts off sounding slightly wistful, he never thought he would ever be the type to wish for yesterdays to return, even for a small while]

Gideon: thanks... this spot kinda reminds me of Ludus actually, or rather that world we were made to stay in before Ludus.

[ ⎯it's a stupid notion, a notion he should have abandoned when he was younger - that gideon was untouchable. with skin built so thick it could withstand anything. the unstoppable force against every immovable object.

it's unwise, he reminds himself, everything loses momentum, eventually.

they're no longer young but it's not an age where death is a familiar friend. and when cameron gets the message through his personal adviser, it catches him by surprise. a reflexive sadness washing over him, drowning him for a moment until he remembers to speak. to issue arrangements and make plans. he hasn't had the time to keep in touch, to be an active part of any life other than his own.

( partly because they're reminders, reminders of a time lost and something he can never come back to again. they're reminders when things were easier, when nick didn't have a bullet through the skull and cameron learned to be someone without his titles. to be liked for more than his fame or wealth. a reminder that he was more than his duties, more than a child trying to fill his brother's large shoes, more than a king who was the second option.

-- he's had to give that at all up. the weight of a country doesn't just rest on his shoulders, it crushes and bares it's weight against him and cameron can do nothing but take it all. )

however, he owes gideon this.

he files it away as a personal affair and requests privacy from his council. he tells them: 'a week at most, the kingdom won't fall without me' and he'll spend every moment in their company wondering if it will.

His heart gets as heavy as his footsteps which creak along the pier as he joins their company. The hands in the pockets of his dark brown houndstooth over coat nervously clench into fists. he hasn't spoken to either of them in a decade and though he can deduce the little things from the minute details in both their bearings - he doesn't know them any better than he knows strangers. Interrupting their conversation entirely. ]

Rumors tells me you were dying.

[ the tone harbors as much warmth as it does cynicism. Flashing them both an easy grin. ]

I've never been known for punctuality.

[A melancholic look, as he hears what Cameron said]

You really don't cut corners Cameron. Then again i've never much known you for your amazing tact.

[a slight joke, the king that Cameron had now become, Didier had never quite opted to talk to him any differently.He'd seen Cameron these past few years for purely professional reasons, it hadn't been as long ago as with Gideon.]

[He looked back at Gideon, and placed a hand on his shoulder]

How have you been doing, old friend? [Something as small as jesting had become rare for him. With what the complex life he lived now did to him, it's no wonder he sounded older.]

Gideon: never been very good with tact either

[He doesn't sound upset, just amused, they changed so much... both of them, but at the same time, they were still almost the same as how they were back then]

Gideon: and where did you hear that from? I simply sent my two old friends a message if they'd like to get together for a small chat.

[He smiles slightly] 'yeah changed but at the same time not really'

Gideon: I've been doing ... alright.

[ he gives a momentary pause at didier's question. ] - I've certainly had better days. As to your retort, G - I like keeping tabs on the things I value.

[ he says without thinking and he withdraws that statement, turns his head to face the lake. Nick haunts his words. ]

What? 10- possibly fifteen years and all you want is a chat?

[ shooting didier a softer expression. ] - you've always said I'm terrible with small talk.

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Being two relatively smart individuals, surely you underestimate us Gideon.

[Shrugs]

To be honest, it was more of the intuition one has as friends that brought me here more than anything... [looks away with an obvious melancholic expression]

Age truly is an interesting thing to reflect upon, now that I think about it, [Implying he hadn't spent a sleepless night being tormented by thoughts along these lines.] There I go babbling whimsically again.

[a pause]

So tell me then Gideon, what is the idle small talk you wish to impart on us ?

Gideon: nah knew you guys would figure it out long before anyway

[What was it he wanted to talk about indeed, in the first place what did he really want and intend when he contacted them? To catch up? to spend some time with old friends? to remember yesterday? to remember the times, when he felt like a normal person, the short period in his life where there wasn't a constant target painted on his back? to remember happier days?]

[He sighs deeply. No it was none of those.]

[Catching up after almost 15 years would be a bit impossible if not awkward, spending time with them maybe, but he knew that wasn't really something they would do now, not really... and remembering? he could do that just fine by himself, everyday he spent fighting after he had left Ludus was a constant reminder for him of happier days]

Gideon: nothing really... I just... I just wanted to see you both, thats all.

[He finally turns to look at them both, his once blue eyes now seemed to literally dull in color]

Gideon: The first to go is the eyesight they said, then slowly, everything else.

[he looks back at the lake]

Gideon: I just wanted to see you both before that happened I guess... before I can barely make any sense of the world around me. [He gives a small chuckle] I just missed you both is all.

I'm sorry for wasting your time on something like this.

[ Cameron gives pause at that statement, a younger part of him wants to mock. Ask Didier if he's using the proper adjective because Didier's babbling being whimsical feels like a warm shot of espresso flushed through his skin. Warm and excited. It earns him a scoff. And there's a childish part of Cameron that wants to contradict. Quirk a brow and go : 'R e a l l y?'. ]

[ but as far as friends go, they've been mostly fair weather until gideon and didier so it does surprise him. Surprise him that the brevity of their friendship exists THIS far. ]

Well, it's my time to decide whether or not something is a waste of time, no?

[ it's not. never, not you two. ]

How much longer do you have? [ a stillness to his voice. ]

➔ life's too short to even care at all, oh.

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