[OTA] It's my birthday and I'll work if I want to

[karatofquality]

It's Silas' birthday today. He's forty-two -- the answer to Life, The Universe, And Everything, if you get the joke. He does. He's just...working anyway. Absolutely nothing is different about this day from usual, as far as he's concerned. It's probably part of the Ritual

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[brightbutler]

It's after Silas has been successfully locked out and left to flounder in the horror of a birthday off that Isaac comes to find him. Isaac's own birthday hadn't been a resounding success this year: the previous king had died on it. Silas is not allowed to pull a similar stunt. Ever.

"Good afternoon," Isaac says quite pleasantly, catching up with Silas as he no doubt meanders around the castle like a lost sheep. "The lunchtime rush is dying down. I do hope you've eaten." He's been feeling absent-minded and exhausted just recently, but it only just barely shows. Today is the day his daddy was born, after all. He must make an Effort.

[karatofquality]

Silas has no intention of dying before his eighty-fifth birthday, so there is always that. Still forty-three years to go before he does that. In the meantime, though, he feels beyond lost as he walks through corridors, across the grounds, and back again, talking to Diamonds and composing the forms he'd promised Säde -- forms which she likely thinks he was joking about.

That lost feeling kind of goes away when Isaac approaches, though. The one person he wants to see more than anyone else is deliberately seeking him out on his birthday; nothing could be better. "I have, yes. And now I'm...doing nothing, actually." Isaac might know better than anyone else how very little Silas likes doing nothing.

"How are you feeling, my son?" He's heard talk of headaches. Spill, Isaac.