[ they keep it up - pulling them out of an infinite bag of terrible furbies. making color commentary on them, occasionally, giving them awful names, making pointed remarks about their inherent flammability - anything to coax out some of that weak laughter, to stoke the embers they know so well back to a flame. (or - at least something close to it.)
by the time she’s tired herself out, instead of a landscape torched and destroyed, the simulation room has sprouted trees. lots of them, now - with the last spell, they burst into bloom, into pink petals as far as the eye can see.
Aquila glances down at the bag of furbies, now thankfully empty, and then says, softly, voice back to it’s fine wine smoothness and familiarity:] Wow.
aquila comes over and sits beside her. close, this time, shoulder to shoulder. they don't say anything at first, but after a moment, lift their arm. come here. :c ]
the air in the simulation room is sweet and fragrant, like flowers and something peachy; a gentle breeze blows through the little simulated paradise, rippling the surface of a pond in the distance, curling through lup's hair, the veil on aquila's face. as lup settles in, his arm comes to curl around her, holding her close, gloved fingers loosely curling in the fabric of her clothes.
at least - at least this time, at least like this, he can help. an indulgence of being exorbitantly kind shows itself in a manner of ways, and sometimes, some are sneakier than others. he tilts his head, resting it gently against the top of hers, and takes a deep breath. inhale, exhale. steady as iron. ]
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by the time she’s tired herself out, instead of a landscape torched and destroyed, the simulation room has sprouted trees. lots of them, now - with the last spell, they burst into bloom, into pink petals as far as the eye can see.
Aquila glances down at the bag of furbies, now thankfully empty, and then says, softly, voice back to it’s fine wine smoothness and familiarity:] Wow.
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there's not much else she can do. she just sits down, right in the middle of them, and reaches up to rub at her face.]
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aquila comes over and sits beside her. close, this time, shoulder to shoulder. they don't say anything at first, but after a moment, lift their arm. come here. :c ]
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and then she settles against them, resting her head on their shoulder and staring out over the trees.
this can be fine for a while.]
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the air in the simulation room is sweet and fragrant, like flowers and something peachy; a gentle breeze blows through the little simulated paradise, rippling the surface of a pond in the distance, curling through lup's hair, the veil on aquila's face. as lup settles in, his arm comes to curl around her, holding her close, gloved fingers loosely curling in the fabric of her clothes.
at least - at least this time, at least like this, he can help. an indulgence of being exorbitantly kind shows itself in a manner of ways, and sometimes, some are sneakier than others. he tilts his head, resting it gently against the top of hers, and takes a deep breath. inhale, exhale. steady as iron. ]