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Second Star of Fate ☯

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Somehow... I seem to have missed Valentine's Day. I remember I was going to run by the store, but things get a little fuzzy...

[Yeah, her memories after getting hit by that arrow? Are so hazy she's pretty certain it was all just a dream. But maybe that's for the best.]

I was planning to give out chocolates, but it seems like I forgot to do that as well. Would anybody mind if I gave it to them today? I apologize for being late. I bought some extras, too, so even if we haven't met before, I don't mind sharing. Just let me know and I would be happy to give you one.

[And, as almost an afterthought-]

It sounds like almost everybody received coupons for a dinner for two. I was thinking, it might be nice if everyone went in a group. If we use the coupons for a pair of people each, we could use half of the coupons on one trip and then the other half for a second group dinner somewhere else. It would be a great way for everyone to relax and enjoy spending time with each other. Would anybody else be interested in doing this?

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It does seem so. *and the thought pleases him, too -- he's still not really used to the tech behind the COMP devices, nor having a network in the first place.*

I wonder who else lives nearby...?

*and a little glance at the other apartment doors on their level -- but he's not going to go knocking just to find out. Not yet, certainly! No, that's more idle curiosity right now, than anything....*

I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but... I'm not actually familiar with our neighbors, either. I should probably try to meet them sometime soon.

...Especially in case people vanish again in the future.

*...and there goes his smile, as his wings droop down behind him a bit. He looks away again, at the other doors, and manages a small sound of agreement, but there's clearly something weighing on his mind in this topic, that he'd rather not have doing so.*

*So, after a short pause, he tries changing it.*

...I... um....

*this would work a lot better if he knew what to change it to, though.*

...you... said something about an exchange, though?

*oh hey, there's a topic!*

[She tries to smile, noting his discomfort with that particular topic.]

Sorry, that was gloomy of me to say, wasn't it?

But yes, exchanging gifts for Valentine's Day. If you don't mind waiting a moment, I can go fetch you the chocolates right now.

Of course.

*he tries giving her a little smile again, biting the inside of his lip a bit. Was he really being that obvious? ...yes, he was, wasn't he. Well... nuts. Wasn't really his intention, he just--*

*no, not thinking about it. Think about something else. Chocolate. Right, chocolate. Good topic. Much better. She wanted to give him chocolate, and he was going to give her--*

...

*er... he hadn't picked anything out for her yet! He'll be waiting right there, while she was getting the chocolate, trying to think. He really didn't know her very well yet... but she had long hair--*

*...which she's worn down, both times he's seen her now. What about--*

*no, no. He didn't want to guess wrong. So... hm.*

[Aaaand totally unaware of his thoughts, she comes back with a small box of chocolates in hand!]

Here you go! I hope they taste alright.

I'm certain they will... I've yet to taste chocolate I didn't like. *slightly sheepish smile at that, glancing down at the little box, which seems... a bit smaller, in his odd hands, than it did when she'd held it.* Which may eventually prove to be a less than wise view of it, but it's a risk I'm willing to take, for now.

*He takes half a step back toward his own door, leaving her plenty of room to follow him, if she wants to. Or at least, that's what he's hinting.*

I still would like to give you something in return... but I'm not certain what you'd like. So, if it pleases you, I've some things I made, that you're welcome to pick from...?

*He's decided to just be honest about it and hope that the admission about his lack of being able to guess yet goes over well.*

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[He's very insistent... At this point, turning him down would be rude, so instead she will gracefully accept.]

...I would like that, Avitus. Sure, I will take a look.

*The whole people leaving thing's hit him somewhat hard lately. Harder than usual, anyhow. It happened in the Citadel, but not so intensely; humans didn't often get close enough to him in the first place for him to consider them friends, and they didn't stay for such short periods of time before disappearing with no warning.*

*...after thousands of years of dealing with the transience of human lives, and now the even more fleeting, but easier to get attached to, people here... yes, he wants to do all those friend things while he can, with them.*

*So he'll lead into his apartment, that little smile growing just a bit as she follows.*

*the walls have been decorated with what were once surely Christmas lights, but are now done up to be vines -- chains? -- of flowers, hanging up by a thumbtack from near the ceiling, to keep them from getting tangled together. The table is full of bits and pieces of whatever he'd been working on... paint, small shapes of colored glass, or plastic, glue, metal bits....*

*...and he heads to a little shelf nearby, to quickly lay out some of the things on it a little better. It's mostly hair accessories, it looks like -- barrettes, pins, clips, sticks (chopsticks? carved wood, or bone, some painted a bit on the end) and combs, and more obvious jewelry, necklaces and bracelets and earrings, though few were metal pieces, mostly carved pendants... on a little rod hanging on the wall above those, what looked like window ornaments, small stained glass pieces, mostly. On the lower shelf, what seemed to be bouquets of fake flowers in vases, or small artificial trees, or-- aha, there were cord ends down among them; perhaps those were table lamps?*

Here... *a vague gesture as he stepped back, still holding the little chocolates box to hismelf... apparently, he meant to indicate all of it, not just the pieces meant for hair.* Whatever strikes your fancy... it's yours.

[She has to spend some time staring in awe at the items, her gaze running slowly across each individual piece. It takes a few moments before she finally speaks.]

You... made all of this? By yourself?

Ah... yes? *He's doing well not to look all that self-conscious, but his cheeks did turn a faint purple. He was hoping she would like them, and it seemed to him that she probably did....*

This... this is amazing, Avitus!

[She steps closer so that she can examine the pieces more carefully.]

They're all so beautiful!

I... ah....

*blushing a little more, even if he does smile some*

It's... simply what I do.

*hm, maybe he should explain?*

When I'm not drafting designs for buildings, or making stained glass, it's what I tended to fill my time with, back in the Citadel. I would make things to station outside some of the rooms in the castle, like the baths, to make it more obvious what lay within. Or gifts for my brothers... Heldrad liked things for his hair, hence I've practice with that.

*He pauses, leaving it at that for the moment. She probably isn't that interested in more details, he figures, so he closes his mouth again.*

They're all wonderful! I can really have one of these?

"Of course you may. I wouldn't have offered, otherwise."

He looked down to the little box of chocolates again, almost absently running a finger over one of its edges. "So, whatever you'd like... it's yours."

He smiled a little more, looking back to her again. Don't mind while he pays attention to what items she's looking longest at -- if he can figure out what interests her most, it might help him understand her a little better, and perhaps know what to give her for a present later on, should another occasion arise.

She takes her time looking at each item, although her interest definitely seems to lay in the window ornaments. After a moment of thoughtful staring, she finally picks up one of the pieces of stained glass. "...I love the colors you used for this one... Would this be alright...?"

He gave a nod. "Of course it would be. And I have some extra string, if you'd like, to hang it with...?"

Not that it didn't have a little loop, but that would hardly reach a tack above the window in her bedroom and still hang down properly in front of the glass.

"That would be fantastic, thank you so much!" She certainly looks very pleased, holding the piece of glass close to her chest in her glee.

He tries not to grin too much as he heads to another little shelf to poke around, fishing out a spool of... what is it, some sort of thick black thread, like for upholstry? ....and pulls off a yard of it, holding it up. "How much would you like?"

"I think half of that would be good, just to be sure. I can always trim it down as well if I need to." If she hangs the string from a nail above the window, and the glass piece from that, it shouldn't take too much, but it's also always better to have a little more than necessary for just in case.

"Right."

He stepped to the table, picked up his scissors, and cut it for her.

"Here you are, then."

She looks curiously at the scissors he uses. They look a little... dated. But she quickly replaces that expression with a smile.

"Thank you. I'll put it up right away!"

He gave her a nod, putting the spool and scissors away again. "What sort of things are usually given in return for chocolates...?" He can't help but wonder, honestly; he'd only learned of the tradition a couple minutes ago.

"Well... usually they are items that are white." Thus the name. "But this is just fine, too," She adds hurriedly. "It's the thought that counts in the end, and I really do like this very much."

He bit the inside of his lip again, but he couldn't help the smile. She had picked it out herself; he hoped she'd like it! ...as it was, he made a mental note to himself about exactly which ornament she'd picked.

"I'm glad to hear it." He picked up the little box again, and set it up in his little kitchenette's cupboard... and there didn't seem to be a whole lot else in there, but he had said he was a vampire, hadn't he?

"So a bit of stained glass similar to that, but with more white in it, would be more traditional a gift than that piece?"

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