Though it is likely of no comfort to Gustavain, Phillip hasn't made the choice, to pick a side. He has known the sides existed, of course, if not the precise shape they took after the Calamity, but his neutrality itself is a somewhat complicated thing. It is partly just a desire to be, to absorb the mortal world as a participant inside of an outsider. It is partly indifference, too old and having seen too much death to really think much of the fate of the world anymore. But a part of it is also a seeking of balance, of believing both that the current state and the one he fellows propose are unnatural, shifted too heavily towards one side or the other. He hadn't thought much about what that would mean, what the inevitable fight between the two would entail since he knew his own well enough to know that they would certainly not call a truce.
He hadn't, at least, until now.
He still does not know what he would pick and likely won't until the moment he has to make that decision, if and when that time comes. For now, he focuses in on their kiss, rising to match the heat and take it deeper, sinking further into it. Neither of them are likely to find answers like this, no simple kiss is going to solve anything... but maybe the universe at least has a smidgen of mercy, nothing but the distant sounds of the tavern and streets interrupting them.
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Date: 2021-04-11 10:22 pm (UTC)He hadn't, at least, until now.
He still does not know what he would pick and likely won't until the moment he has to make that decision, if and when that time comes. For now, he focuses in on their kiss, rising to match the heat and take it deeper, sinking further into it. Neither of them are likely to find answers like this, no simple kiss is going to solve anything... but maybe the universe at least has a smidgen of mercy, nothing but the distant sounds of the tavern and streets interrupting them.