Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"It is," Mateo gushes, still smiling widely enough to dimple his cheeks as Everest opens the door to his apartment. (He had been listening to the steady click of the locks with some impatience, granted, but it had been enough to know that he'd been heard). "Sorry," he adds, of the late hour, already nodding his gratitude and bustling past the aviator, still smelling faintly of cherries and honey and the gauzy floral scent of the Celestine shrine.
"It is good," he repeats. "At least, I think it is good. And I hope that you do as well." Not bothering to so much as step towards the sitting area, shaking his head at the offer of a chair or of water, Mateo is still lingering inside the doorway as he carefully - ever so carefully - unwraps the silk bundle in his hands, revealing a beautiful if not delicate and innocuous glass acorn in his palm. "I finished my quest from Frey," he breathes.
"This will take away all of your anxiety, if you accept it as a gift. It will give you back the things you lost, without you being infected by the void. But it cannot break, or the magic will be lost. So please suspend it in resin or amber and put it in a lock box." Still beaming, he glances back up to his friend. "It is yours, if you want it." Please take it, is what he doesn't say, of course.
"It is good," he repeats. "At least, I think it is good. And I hope that you do as well." Not bothering to so much as step towards the sitting area, shaking his head at the offer of a chair or of water, Mateo is still lingering inside the doorway as he carefully - ever so carefully - unwraps the silk bundle in his hands, revealing a beautiful if not delicate and innocuous glass acorn in his palm. "I finished my quest from Frey," he breathes.
"This will take away all of your anxiety, if you accept it as a gift. It will give you back the things you lost, without you being infected by the void. But it cannot break, or the magic will be lost. So please suspend it in resin or amber and put it in a lock box." Still beaming, he glances back up to his friend. "It is yours, if you want it." Please take it, is what he doesn't say, of course.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
