They don’t expect their father to get so into the process that he doesn’t notice as Azrael makes a small amount of a mess. So when it’s revealed, the grin that spreads across their face is genuine, not faltering for a moment under the praise and simultaneous corrections made to their work. Their focus returns to the bowl, amber gaze lingering on the smooshed petals within. “No drip.” They confirm, sticking the pestle back in the bowl and crushing the petals more, this time careful enough that their brows furrow together and they’re meticulous about trying not to make a mess.
They’re so focused this time that when Bastien begins to speak, they continue to crush the petals and think about the question a few times. “Dec…Decorations?” They question, lifting their gaze to their father and pausing in their crushing of the petals, lips pouting slightly. “There’s lots of flowers.” They confirm with an overexaggerated bob of their head before turning back to the bowl and working further.
They’re so focused this time that when Bastien begins to speak, they continue to crush the petals and think about the question a few times. “Dec…Decorations?” They question, lifting their gaze to their father and pausing in their crushing of the petals, lips pouting slightly. “There’s lots of flowers.” They confirm with an overexaggerated bob of their head before turning back to the bowl and working further.
progress, not perfection
Azrael
