[Open] Drinks with a King

[conqueredhearts]

WHO: Iskandar and whoever joins him
WHAT: Iskandar has been matching Thedas months to Earth months and is guessing this is around a certain time of year. So he's hear to hold a memorial of sorts.
WHEN: Beginning of Justinian
WHERE: The docks
NOTES: Talk of death and dying. Note this is not a suicide content warning.

This wasn't the Okeanos of his dreams but he felt it would satisfy the time. That was to say he'd been figuring out how the months of this world might line up with those of his own world and had come up with the fact that his might be around Earth's June. The very same month historians had figured out he'd died at the age of thirty-two. Much had happened since that time but he felt that this was a day to honor something. Not him, of course, he had plenty of that already. No today was for those who had died living under his rule.

So he sat at the edge of the docks with a number of wine bottles around him. A couple were empty already to mark how much time had passed since he'd come out here. Around his neck was a small cat who had decided this was his favorite location to sleep even when Iskandar wasn't wearing his cloak. It was just nice to have a solid place to snooze apparently. Also there was a mabari pup next to him, sitting there as if trying to mimic the man in being calm. Not well though considering he kept wiggling about.

Iskandar chuckled and looked over his shoulder, having become aware that he wasn't alone. "Hello there. Would you care to join me? I am honoring the dead with a little memorial of sorts. You are welcome to think of your own lost ones if you like."

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[universal_charm]

"Oh, yes, of course. Sorry," he said, looking down at the bottle in his hand. Such an old custom, this. It was practiced still, it's own ways - he drank to Pike's death every year, on the anniversary, after all. One couldn't simply toss liquor about on a space-ship, and he would get mutinied against if he tossed whole bottles out into the ether.

"What were some of their names?" he asked, looking up at Iskandar as he gently cradled the bottle.

[conqueredhearts]

"Hephaestion, Roxana, Alexander, Perdiccas... Jim, there are far too many. If my Noble Phantasm still functioned the same way I would introduce you to a great many of them. As it is, my army is but an illusion when I summon it."

It was something he mourned but something he knew he couldn't change. He could only learn to live with it as it was.

[universal_charm]

He wanted to ask what a Noble Phantasm was, but now didn't seem the time. He stowed it away for later, instead reaching out and rubbing Iskandar's lower arm gently.

"No, it's okay. Just a few is good," he assured him. "I just thought if I was to help you properly honor them, I should know a few names is all. I don't want to sound insincere to them." Not that he believed they could actually hear him or see him or even cared about the wine, but Iskandar did and that was what mattered.

"I'd love to hear stories of them, if you ever want to talk about them," he smiled gently.