[ malkuth is... finally well enough to do more than just the small tasks about the house, and though she's put up much of her art materials
tomorrow weighs heavy on her shoulders and heart, staring at the calendar hung on the living room wall (which does, of course, has her own birthday marked with ducks, that is for you,) with a somewhat absent gaze. a similar one she'd worn back in the forest, albeit with less deer-like eyes, and while her pronged horns have begun to regain their height... there's a sort of woody-ness to it.
her ears turn at the sound of sariel returning home though and her head follows with it, the footsteps familiar and comforting. ]
Welcome home, Sariel. [ she seems well at least. better than she has been, lain in bed. ] Do you have some time? I wanted to hang out for a little bit.
[ which... she doesn't really need to ask for his time, she knows that, it's just-- a little awkward, somehow. on her end. ]
[Of course he does. He always does for Malkuth. He's glad she's home - its soothing to think of her close by, rather than in the woods somewhere. She almost seems to have brought the woods back with her, even though he knows that's a bit of an illogical thought.]
[Speaking of the woods, though, he approaches, pulling out some flowers from a pouch.]
oh. her cheeks warm in surprise, because the only flowers she has-- had are made of paper and ink, put away into her closet. not even hugo can have those for exhibit. they're special. precious. embarrassing. these aren't the last though, at least not for now. malkuth takes the flowers from him with care, then takes his hand with her free one. ]
Thank you, Sariel. Did you stop by the florists? Or did you find them in one of the parks? They're beautiful.
[ or did he venture further out, which she'll surely chide him for doing? ]
I found it in the parks. I go there to check on the ants.
[He does sometimes go further, but even he knows that poses its own risks.]
[He's glad she's glad, though, grasping her hand and swinging it a little - she's been down. Gifts make people happy. Anything to brighten the look on her face. It's so warm.]
Tomorrow is Rafayel's birthday, and I'd planned to go out with him on a sketch tour... but he's not around to surprise and I haven't really felt like doing art, either.
[ not really. yesod and her had spoken of it, she'd talked to hugo too, and takasugi as well... but the day is daunting and sariel's hand is warm, large and comforting, protecting hers as they swing. ]
... But I still want to do something, too, since he'd scold me for acting the way I have. [ scold in his own way, playful but serious. ] I just... thought maybe we could paint together, since I know you wanted to try it, and I can teach you a little bit on the side.
[ if he wants to. these flowers would be a perfect model, she thinks -- straightforward but rich in color, and put in a nice vase or cup they'd glow in the dim sunlight karteria's day to day offers. ]
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tomorrow weighs heavy on her shoulders and heart, staring at the calendar hung on the living room wall (which does, of course, has her own birthday marked with ducks, that is for you,) with a somewhat absent gaze. a similar one she'd worn back in the forest, albeit with less deer-like eyes, and while her pronged horns have begun to regain their height... there's a sort of woody-ness to it.
her ears turn at the sound of sariel returning home though and her head follows with it, the footsteps familiar and comforting. ]
Welcome home, Sariel. [ she seems well at least. better than she has been, lain in bed. ] Do you have some time? I wanted to hang out for a little bit.
[ which... she doesn't really need to ask for his time, she knows that, it's just-- a little awkward, somehow. on her end. ]
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[Of course he does. He always does for Malkuth. He's glad she's home - its soothing to think of her close by, rather than in the woods somewhere. She almost seems to have brought the woods back with her, even though he knows that's a bit of an illogical thought.]
[Speaking of the woods, though, he approaches, pulling out some flowers from a pouch.]
For you.
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oh. her cheeks warm in surprise, because the only flowers she has-- had are made of paper and ink, put away into her closet. not even hugo can have those for exhibit. they're special. precious. embarrassing. these aren't the last though, at least not for now. malkuth takes the flowers from him with care, then takes his hand with her free one. ]
Thank you, Sariel. Did you stop by the florists? Or did you find them in one of the parks? They're beautiful.
[ or did he venture further out, which she'll surely chide him for doing? ]
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[He does sometimes go further, but even he knows that poses its own risks.]
[He's glad she's glad, though, grasping her hand and swinging it a little - she's been down. Gifts make people happy. Anything to brighten the look on her face. It's so warm.]
What do you want to do?
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[ not really. yesod and her had spoken of it, she'd talked to hugo too, and takasugi as well... but the day is daunting and sariel's hand is warm, large and comforting, protecting hers as they swing. ]
... But I still want to do something, too, since he'd scold me for acting the way I have. [ scold in his own way, playful but serious. ] I just... thought maybe we could paint together, since I know you wanted to try it, and I can teach you a little bit on the side.
[ if he wants to. these flowers would be a perfect model, she thinks -- straightforward but rich in color, and put in a nice vase or cup they'd glow in the dim sunlight karteria's day to day offers. ]