[The letter was... well, Cacao is not an idiot, but he IS stubborn. He had laid awake with heavy thoughts for nights after. Over his son, his battered kingdom, the return of the dark forces of this world.
But also Vanilla's wording. The sweet smelling orchid petals in the envelope. He had rubbed the delicate blooms over his palm until it grew brittle days later. Fretting over those specific words.
Not 'us', which would be their entire old party. But 'for you and me'. For the good of them, specifically.
But eventually he had to put those thoughts away. The counsel, which had turned so sour... his mind never really had the chance or, if he was honest, the will, to linger back on those words. Even after they had made peace among their group again. Here, in this peaceful moment, it's easy to think about it again. His skin darkness and he looks back towards the fire, as if scared of his friend's expression]
Thinking about the future for myself has not been something I considered for... a very long time, Pure Vanilla. The idea of sipping tea around a bonfire. Or feeding the birds... it feels almost alien now. I am too old and set in my dough, I fear.
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Date: 2024-04-09 09:28 pm (UTC)But also Vanilla's wording. The sweet smelling orchid petals in the envelope. He had rubbed the delicate blooms over his palm until it grew brittle days later. Fretting over those specific words.
Not 'us', which would be their entire old party. But 'for you and me'. For the good of them, specifically.
But eventually he had to put those thoughts away. The counsel, which had turned so sour... his mind never really had the chance or, if he was honest, the will, to linger back on those words. Even after they had made peace among their group again. Here, in this peaceful moment, it's easy to think about it again. His skin darkness and he looks back towards the fire, as if scared of his friend's expression]
Thinking about the future for myself has not been something I considered for... a very long time, Pure Vanilla. The idea of sipping tea around a bonfire. Or feeding the birds... it feels almost alien now. I am too old and set in my dough, I fear.