// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Her brow arched at his acceptance, but as he hadn’t seen the mess yet…she simply grinned thereafter. While the companions played, and she trusted both to not maul or destroy anything she’d been cultivating, she swept towards the door nearby, placing her gardening gloves in her apron. “Thank you.” Her eyes went over the surroundings again, content for the moment, but with many endeavors floating through her head. “There’s lots more to be done, but it’s nice to have the space for it.” Nothing she would’ve had in her once-apartment in the Tower, save for some window boxes on the balcony, and the Celestine had its own prizes and merits.
Picturing a thousand other projects, she opened the door for him to proceed, before the bouquet was outstretched before her – and her grin expanded by the array of colors and varieties. Delighted and melting at his thoughtfulness, an emboldened venture ensured she placed a swift kiss on his cheek. “They’re perfect. I know just the place,” and then she permitted them access to the kitchen.
It was a cozy space – and though she hadn’t put everything together yet, it was also one of her favored places in the home. Mixers, pots, and pans had been put where they’d fit, cabinets stored with spices and confections for future baking and cooking, and while she looked around for a proper vase, high on a shelf, her eyes caught something she’d left on the counter for just this purpose. “Oh, take a look at these,” and she handed him six large white cards, with her writing neatly, and expertly printed upon them. He’d be able to see that they were recipes for a variety of meals, simplistic, but something he’d be able to do on his own, when he wanted home cooked nourishment. She’d seen his burnt pots and pans. While filling the glass vessel with water, she hummed and explained. “I did some research – sometimes things are easier to read when they’re written in a certain way,” indicative of her alternative style, clear and concise for his eyes to track and utilize. Wondering if she’d stepped too far, she tilted her head to watch his expression. “If you don’t want to use them, that’s fine too. Or I can make more.”
Picturing a thousand other projects, she opened the door for him to proceed, before the bouquet was outstretched before her – and her grin expanded by the array of colors and varieties. Delighted and melting at his thoughtfulness, an emboldened venture ensured she placed a swift kiss on his cheek. “They’re perfect. I know just the place,” and then she permitted them access to the kitchen.
It was a cozy space – and though she hadn’t put everything together yet, it was also one of her favored places in the home. Mixers, pots, and pans had been put where they’d fit, cabinets stored with spices and confections for future baking and cooking, and while she looked around for a proper vase, high on a shelf, her eyes caught something she’d left on the counter for just this purpose. “Oh, take a look at these,” and she handed him six large white cards, with her writing neatly, and expertly printed upon them. He’d be able to see that they were recipes for a variety of meals, simplistic, but something he’d be able to do on his own, when he wanted home cooked nourishment. She’d seen his burnt pots and pans. While filling the glass vessel with water, she hummed and explained. “I did some research – sometimes things are easier to read when they’re written in a certain way,” indicative of her alternative style, clear and concise for his eyes to track and utilize. Wondering if she’d stepped too far, she tilted her head to watch his expression. “If you don’t want to use them, that’s fine too. Or I can make more.”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
