Delphine
The box was filled with all of her illicit substances, most earned by selling her body to the people that sold them. Once they were in the box, Delphine did not linger, instead she moved to rummage through the kitchen cabinets. He might not want tea, but she wanted tea.
Making tea when someone was upset was... well, hardwired into her being. She warmed the water over the fire, silently. It was cathartic in its own right, making tea for a man. As she finished making the tea, she moved past him, away from the fire, to pour it into two cups, lamenting at the fact they were not tea cups, but they'd do.
She stood in front of him, holding out a mug, and studying him. After a moment, she spoke up, "It'll help." She murmured. She doesn't clarify if she'd brought tea with her, which she probably had, or found tea in his cabinets. She'd set the mug near his chair, and settle on the floor, by his feet, leaning against his chair.
Making tea when someone was upset was... well, hardwired into her being. She warmed the water over the fire, silently. It was cathartic in its own right, making tea for a man. As she finished making the tea, she moved past him, away from the fire, to pour it into two cups, lamenting at the fact they were not tea cups, but they'd do.
She stood in front of him, holding out a mug, and studying him. After a moment, she spoke up, "It'll help." She murmured. She doesn't clarify if she'd brought tea with her, which she probably had, or found tea in his cabinets. She'd set the mug near his chair, and settle on the floor, by his feet, leaning against his chair.
He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe,
Believe in him and believe in me,
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green,
To your beautiful destiny.
Believe in him and believe in me,
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green,
To your beautiful destiny.
