love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
The bright shine of his eyes brings a similar sheen to her own, through the glisten of leftover tears, and she smiles at him as happily as she can muster. "Which one is the most?" She asks, "Five!?"
Her own attention pours over the pancakes as his does, watching with sudden alertness as he shifts to scramble for a spatula. The tattoo is momentarily forgotten as she focuses on what he's focused on, her brows raising in heavy concern. The pancake flops beneath his attempts and she wonders if this is right until he mumbles that it might go to Haai. She brightens up a little at this and decides, "Haai wants a pancake, too," with a slight tilt of her head she asks, "you need help, Daddy?" He appears to be struggling under the pressure of cooking, and she's not sure what she can do, but she's willing to try.
At his answer of her question, her greenish gaze returns to the ink along his shoulder and she spreads her hand across that place on his shoulder once more. She's a little fascinated by it. "Is that how you can be a bird? With t-aa-toos?" She asks, pronouncing the word a little wrong, lifting her gaze to his expectantly.
Her own attention pours over the pancakes as his does, watching with sudden alertness as he shifts to scramble for a spatula. The tattoo is momentarily forgotten as she focuses on what he's focused on, her brows raising in heavy concern. The pancake flops beneath his attempts and she wonders if this is right until he mumbles that it might go to Haai. She brightens up a little at this and decides, "Haai wants a pancake, too," with a slight tilt of her head she asks, "you need help, Daddy?" He appears to be struggling under the pressure of cooking, and she's not sure what she can do, but she's willing to try.
At his answer of her question, her greenish gaze returns to the ink along his shoulder and she spreads her hand across that place on his shoulder once more. She's a little fascinated by it. "Is that how you can be a bird? With t-aa-toos?" She asks, pronouncing the word a little wrong, lifting her gaze to his expectantly.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
