[ It's just about bedtime, the boys getting into their wind-down mode. All the lamps are off, all the fairy lights and star projectors are on; Alberto's popped one of their Cosmos: A Personal Voyage VHS tapes in the little TV (because, no offense Luca and no offense Carl Sagan, but it's so good for putting him to sleep), keeping it paused until Luca's ready for bed and joins him. He's already nestled in with just the right mess of pillows arranged around him and his small collection of midnight snacks. A normal night, really; their usual "lavishness" is hardly any different than ever, but now that they're in school together the past three weeks, Saturday nights hit totally different. No school all day, no school the next day, it's the peak "do-whatever-you-want" time in his life now.
He took it for granted; he didn't realize how much of his "do-whatever-you-want" lifestyle was going to be compromised by joining school, if only just by eating into his free time. But it's not just that. His mood has been taking a hit, too. He's really been giving it his best effort studying at the Library of Alexandria after school just about every day, which at least gives the illusion of keeping his chin up, but the more he learns, the more he's discouraged by how much he doesn't know. It's been an emotionally and mentally taxing few weeks trying to play "catch up" to Luca and their human classmates. He doesn't let it get him down, because he loves to learn no matter what, but he likes learning on his own terms. The stressfulness has been slowly showing more and more this week, though, now that the muses' magic has finally worn off; now it's just him, no more excuses. And that's been surprisingly disheartening all week — but, of course, he won't admit to it at all, just keeps insisting everything's fine and nothing's bothering him and school's great, he loves it...
But spending today, tonight, tomorrow, like this—? Doing whatever he wants with no structure or plans in mind, guided only by his whims and fancies? He's in his element again. Relishing the chance to not give a clam about anything, if he doesn't want to...! And that's basically tomorrow's agenda, too. Yup. Just how he likes it. Blank. ...oh, and it's his birthday tomorrow, so, you know, there's that, too. ]
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action; Saturday, 24 September, night before Alberto's birthday
Date: 2022-09-27 05:24 am (UTC)He took it for granted; he didn't realize how much of his "do-whatever-you-want" lifestyle was going to be compromised by joining school, if only just by eating into his free time. But it's not just that. His mood has been taking a hit, too. He's really been giving it his best effort studying at the Library of Alexandria after school just about every day, which at least gives the illusion of keeping his chin up, but the more he learns, the more he's discouraged by how much he doesn't know. It's been an emotionally and mentally taxing few weeks trying to play "catch up" to Luca and their human classmates. He doesn't let it get him down, because he loves to learn no matter what, but he likes learning on his own terms. The stressfulness has been slowly showing more and more this week, though, now that the muses' magic has finally worn off; now it's just him, no more excuses. And that's been surprisingly disheartening all week — but, of course, he won't admit to it at all, just keeps insisting everything's fine and nothing's bothering him and school's great, he loves it...
But spending today, tonight, tomorrow, like this—? Doing whatever he wants with no structure or plans in mind, guided only by his whims and fancies? He's in his element again. Relishing the chance to not give a clam about anything, if he doesn't want to...! And that's basically tomorrow's agenda, too. Yup. Just how he likes it. Blank. ...oh, and it's his birthday tomorrow, so, you know, there's that, too. ]