lordofsunshadowandsailor:

That was the proper word to describe Alvar, Tobio pondered. For in moments of immersion, growing increasingly aware of his own torments, he had forgotten that the young nobleman stood by his side.

Not that Alvar ever gave the impression of longing to be elsewhere, or in the company of someone else, when by Tobio’s side. Nothing indelicate emanated from Alvar, and certainly not a conscious rejection or exclusion of any person. No matter how lowly – he treated all people with courteous deference, at least.

No. Alvar’s distance to everything was rather more impalpable. Though physically present, apparently grounded in that beautiful athletic body he built to his Greek ideals, Alvar’s soul seemed to dwell elsewhere, in the company of yet someone else. As if, though having grown up, Alvar had kept the imaginary friend of his childhood, that he cherished more than any other living being of real presence.

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