༉‧₊˚♢ 𝖱͟𝖸𝖤.

ㅤ ༊*·˚ this is the thing that 𝒕͟𝒓͟𝒐͟𝒖͟𝒃͟𝒍͟𝒆͟𝒔͟ 𝒎͟𝒆͟, for i cannot forget ✧.┊ 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖔𝖘𝖆 —— where ✱ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 hang in the heavens. ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒‗‗‗ ㅤ

lackaberries... moonfall silver... extra-strong coffee... krumkake... she tried replicating that nice smell after it rains, too. the krumkake was made with aino in mind, coffee with sandrone...- oh, but she doesn't know what flavors she associates with him, yet.

“It is nothing, I'm just thinking over some of my plans.”

“Hmm...”

͏ i don’t like the idea of being a heartless jerk who rejects the notion of progress. i think there’s always room for improvement .. ﹠ at times, change. did I pass this little test of yours .ᐣ

͏ for starters 、 i’m not stuck in my outdated ways. i bet they would disagree with this one.

"why don't you think it's fine?" questioning, as she always is. endlessly curious. too many years spent wandering to make up for, too much of it spent observing and not experiencing. she looks at him—or rather, senses—and knows she will never get the answer she expects. maybe

that just a look can have such sway. "you, as in... you, my friends, the people i love. "i value them," she continues. "i value you. it might hurt, one day, but that's fine. it wouldn't have meant much, if it didn't hurt at least a little. right?"

you take good care of it, she notes, offering it back with the sort of carefulness something this cherished demands. and, just before it reaches his hands, she pauses. taps the screen. a blessing, she explains. just enough for it to keep longer.

her expression softened at his comparison. “ plucking a flower just to watch it wither sounds like a waste. i’d rather see how long it lasts if you let it grow. ” the music swelled as they stepped into the square, lanternlight dancing. she slowed just enough to catch his hand—

tarot cards, silly!

it sort of bears his resemblance. in an odd, inexplicable way. oh. pale stickers, hardly as vibrant as she assumes they were. the pixels flash and flicker and the buttons are in no better state. she pauses. how long have you had it for?

i'd like to be. ( too pliant. too engineered. it bothers her in a way unexplainable so she hums, attention turned to the side. ) i'd prefer to feel something than nothing at all. if i feel... then, i care.