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" i am. "
a simple answer, given while gaze is still set on the sights before them. her presence familiar enough that to be discerned without needing even a noise.
at last, she turns, slightly, just enough to greet with a smile.
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familiar footsteps sound as
one approaches , dropped
from a glider a few paces
behind . visage sparks a calm
grin , pausing not far away .
“ enjoying the view❔ ”
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" it might, " short—lived silence settles between them &. the butterfly doesn’t move, lips curling upwards ever so slightly.
" though i believe it would have already left if it truly wished to. don’t you think so too ?"
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An unerring attention flickered his interest from one to the other, head turning like a silent, unseen query — paired alongside one spoken.
“If I look too close, it’s bound to flutter away, no? Distant observation’s its own pleasure.”
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&. she remains composed, with only her gaze shifting ┈─ lowering toward the hand at her chin.
" camellya. "
the word is spoken in the same soft tone as always, as if not attempting to sound as neither a reprimand or a threat.
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&. she notices him before even looking, movement managing to draw her gaze in the direction, " you can look closer, if that’s what you want. "
eyes return to the butterfly, its wing opening and closing as if breathing in place.
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" it often brings me company, alongside many others. if you want to consider it my friend, it would perhaps be fitting. "
eyes back on the frail creature, careful that no movement disturbs its balance.
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the shorekeeper watches the little creature in silence, allowing it to rest in peace. for as long as it wanted to. " a friend… " gaze lifts at the unknown voice, the corner of lips tilted ever so slightly upwards.
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the fluttering of frail blue wings ensnares the curator's attention, eventually guiding her in the direction of @nonends. as the butterfly perches upon the other’s finger, she's left to marvel at the sight, amusement creeping &&
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she doesn’t push the other away, yet it’s very clear camellya’s actions aren’t appreciated. " hm, " features remain perfectly calm, a wordless smile present.
it’s almost like she’s now ignoring her.
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" impossibility is a conclusion you have never accepted. if anyone were to unmake a phenomena of that such magnitude, i believe it would be you … regardless of how long it takes."
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hologram’s light reflects on now open eyes, " the etheric sea… " the words are spoken as if to catalog, or perhaps searching for, something.
the arm doesn’t startle, and, if anything, she leans into the contact with such ease.
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It was the tiniest shift in weight against his shoulder┈─── yet he still noticed; her growing the slightest more comfortable. It was enough for him to wrap his arm around, and inch her closer with a tug at her waist. If only by a hair.
At her inquiry, his other hand
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" so you are wondering if that’s possible. "
fingers lift to hover near the projection, never touching. one, two, seconds pass in silence before the shorekeeper breaks it.
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