// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
His own steps mirror the subtle slowing of hers, arm lengthening as she bends down to grant their connection more lead, his attention raised for the moment to the statue’s carved face. He shifts his other hand out of his pocket and reaches up, brushing away a cobweb with a swirl and a flick. This shrine had been his first, and Safrin the original god he’d knelt to, choosing her as many of his family had for her sharp mind and powerful means. How different he feels in such a short span of time, standing before this familiar cut of stone in a place wrestled from loss. It’d been home once, but now he’s no more than a visitor, as they all are. He’d been nervous then, unknowingly searching for some form of approval to pack into all the parts that felt empty. Here, now, he feels complete.
”We captured the stars in a way that felt fitting,” he adds quietly to the end of what Flora says, gaze lingering over the photos with a smile tugging into his thoughtful expression. His fingers slip into his pocket again briefly, wrapping around something that he pulls out and sets down beside the flowers. A large amethyst, cut and polished into the shape of a heart. It’s a dark violet, streaked with silver rings and the lighter purple freckling through on some areas like starlight trying to break through the depths.
Straightening back up beside Flora, his fingers tighten against hers, clamping down on the rush of excitement. ”It’s a wish come true, really.” Having long lost count of how many shooting stars he’d tucked a bit of hope into over the years, this might be the biggest star payoff yet. ”Thank you, for arranging it.” Quite literally, in this case.
”We captured the stars in a way that felt fitting,” he adds quietly to the end of what Flora says, gaze lingering over the photos with a smile tugging into his thoughtful expression. His fingers slip into his pocket again briefly, wrapping around something that he pulls out and sets down beside the flowers. A large amethyst, cut and polished into the shape of a heart. It’s a dark violet, streaked with silver rings and the lighter purple freckling through on some areas like starlight trying to break through the depths.
Straightening back up beside Flora, his fingers tighten against hers, clamping down on the rush of excitement. ”It’s a wish come true, really.” Having long lost count of how many shooting stars he’d tucked a bit of hope into over the years, this might be the biggest star payoff yet. ”Thank you, for arranging it.” Quite literally, in this case.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
