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crescentview2023-01-20 12:43 am
passthrough) wrote in crescentview2023-01-20 12:43 am
🌸 be not defeated by the rain 🌸
🌸WHO: Otegine and many others
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for hurricane + cleanup, open threads for bonus AC effects
🌸WHEN: Summer 16 - Summer End
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: mild NSFW conversation
Called useless by all
Neither praised
Nor a bother
Such is the person
I wish to be
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter!
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for hurricane + cleanup, open threads for bonus AC effects
🌸WHEN: Summer 16 - Summer End
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: mild NSFW conversation
Neither praised
Nor a bother
Such is the person
I wish to be
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter!
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There's a flush of color to his own face when she comes to the door, all airy movement and gentle fabrics... it fits her, he thinks, for the moment it takes him to realize he's probably staring.
He's not in much different than what he normally wears, though he's swapped out the firey red for something lighter in color that hugs his shoulders, contrasting the deep green of knee-length shorts that someone has finally, graciously found for him in his size. Existing in pants in this heat? Horrible. His spear can be seen to the side of the porch, cautiously placed aside to not be in the way.]
Pyra... Hey...
[She's... really pretty, isn't she? Not that she wasn't already, but it's almost enthralling.]
You, uh... [He smiles easily despite himself, a bashful little expression, breaking his gaze respectfully in a light bow, hastily done.] You look really nice. If... that's okay to say. I don't think I've seen you wear that before.
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[ she neglects to mention that she spent the better part of yesterday agonizing over just what kind of outfit is appropriate to wear to something like this. but judging from his expression, that time seems to have been well-spent...
not that she can stare directly at his face for too long -- she looks at him the same way one looks at the sun, just enough to get a sense of it before her eyes shift towards her boots, instead. she finds herself shifting back and forth, gripping at the flat rectangular box in her hand a bit more tightly...before she's suddenly reminded that she's holding it to begin with, and she starts, as if reminded: ]
Before we go...I have just a little something I wanted to give you. [ and she holds out the present to him: it's not wrapped, save for a small ribbon tied around it, but it's a bit hardy...she went out of her way to find a good gift box, nice and thin. ] It's nothing too special, before you get any ideas. I just...wanted to thank you for inviting me today, is all.
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[He scratches at his face for a moment, coloring for a bit as he tries to back up and give her space to leave... only for her to jump and suddenly hold out her hand--]
Eh? Thank me???
[It's a simply put question, even as he gently takes the box into both of his hands, looking over it curiously. The longer it sits in his hands, the more he can feel warmth rise to his ears, the gift very obviously unexpected.]
I... I mean, it's not a problem or anything. I should be the one thanking you, you know!
Do you... want me to save this for when we come back, or... [He just lifts the box with one hand in emphasis, careful in how he asks. Is this a now box or a later box?]
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I think now would be more than fine. You should open it. I'd like to see if it fits your arm.
[ sure enough, it's pretty apparent what she means by that when he and his gift come face to face. despite the clear signs of its age, with the slight wear on the brown leather strap making apparent that the piece is vintage, the hands on the wristwatch between his fingers keeps ticking away, marching on without a care. it had been something that caught her eye at the boutique: she thought it would suit him. and while he stares down at the dial, pyra finds it's easier to look up, now: not quite to gauge his reaction, but more to explain... ]
It's like...a timepiece that you can take with you, wherever you go. I figured it'd be the kind of thing you could make good use of. And I thought, maybe, whenever you took a look at it, you'd remember this time. Or, you'd feel a little less like it's moving without you...and more like, time is on your side, or something like that?
[ ah, it sounds pretty hokey, when she puts it in those kinds of words...but it's too late to take them back, now. she feels like she was overthinking, in more ways than one. but when she saw it, his words jumped out at her...and so, she thought it serendipity. ]
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...
He regards it with a natural curiosity at first, carefully slipping the aged leather from its confines, turning the watch over in his hand... and going very, very still the longer she keeps talking.
Time was on his side, huh?
...
It's well past the stretches of April, and the cherry blossoms have long since passed. But a small, gentle burst of them suddenly drifts in a petal at a time, as though from the sky itself.
Carefully, both of Otegine's hands close around the timepiece, feeling the delicate tick underneath as he swallows.]
Pyra...
Thank you. This... this means more to me than I can explain right now.
You're sure it's for me? Honest?
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Of course. I...thought of you, when I saw it. So I'd like you to have it. Please.
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I didn't think I'd ever own one of these... I remember when they were first getting popular in our country.
[It took a while, as many things from the West often did.]
Have you ever seen them before coming here, Pyra?