( and yet: thereโs a gentleness lingered in her eyes; a trace of wistful contentment in her small smile โ almost as if sheโs made peace with it. )
I would rather that they go with you.
( thereโs a moment of still quietness: blinking owlishly once, and then twice, as the weight of their question finally takes a hold of her. )
You are most kind. But I do not think that the flowers would feel at home with me.
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โ [ they blink, cheeks flushing slightly as they turn to look towards the other. her words are sincere and kind โ it's something they aren't used to quite yet. ]
โ r - really ... ? ah ... i - i'll ... pick a few then ! make a little home for them ...
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i am โฆ most glad that you have such a good opinion of pollux, and i am certain that he will be flattered but โ what exactly has little ica done to gain your ire?
pollux is a better companion than little ica will ever be ๐ฎโ๐จ if that is the case, then i do not have to worry. the two of you have restored my faith in humanity.
Nothing is bothering me.
( It was a lie of the highest order; the kind that makes a mockery of the truth. But her gaze is hardened, her lips formed in a straight line โ a wordless plea to not pry. )
Let us discuss of other matters, please.
A smile tugs in the corner of her lips.
โAs long as there are seeds, flowers will grow. If you truly wish to pick them, then you are more than welcome to do so. The flowers, I think, would be grateful to have someone to take good care of them.โ
death is a familiar friend of mine. i have learned to love it's grip on my throat as my vision blurs ; only to wake once again, waiting for it's next embrace.