september catch-all { fabric of shame and sorrow's name

[matermali]

WHO: Vanessa Ives (matermali) & Others
WHAT: Friends, food, and fortune.
WHERE: Around town.
WHEN: September
WARNINGS: Cannabis use, blood magic.

( ooc; HMU with a PM or at cherto if you’d like a starter. Vanessa can get up to all sorts of trouble, or maybe even try to help someone out of it. I'll also be throwing her at the meeting log asap.

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[hypnagothic]

[ her reply is answered by a gentle huff of breath through his nose. ]

And only that?

[matermali]

Is that strange?

[ At least now she's smiling again, though it's in a sheepish enough manner. ]

My friend Sembene has such a delicate hand with sweets. I miss the desserts that he can create. I often return late, yet he always saves me something for the next morning.

[hypnagothic]

You have your dessert for breakfast? Yes ... that does seem like you.

[matermali]

I suppose it seems the natural thing to do when I'm not certain if I will make it back in the evening.

[ Alive, goes unsaid. That line of thinking is also natural for her, and though she's aware that it shouldn't be for any person, there's no helping it or her.

But...a bite of torte and a chat with Sembene would be something sweet to look forward to. Family is perhaps what she should have said. Love, even when conditional, is something worth adoring. ]

Which does remind me that I promised Mr. Chandler not to keep him waiting overlong. Having only just arrived, he likely suspects the same dangers from home to be awaiting me in the shadows.

[hypnagothic]

Dangers, perhaps, but likely new ones from this world instead.

[ and just like that, they seem to find themselves at the entrance of the statue garden, as if they were walking towards it this whole time. (wait, were they?) he pauses in his walk to turn and face her directly, making no move to take her hand if they're still in their pockets, but he does incline his head in a small nod. ]

But I shall take no more of your time, lady. I only hope that our conversation had helped you in some small way.

[matermali]

[ On parting, she'll certainly be polite enough to take her hands from her pockets. Pocket-hands are purely for casual musing and strolling, not for Proper Farewells. ]

To know that I have you to confide in, even at such strange hours, well I can think of few things that would be a greater help.

[ Some solid advice on what to actually do against Satan would be the best, but she can't expect that of anyone except perhaps God himself, and he's a bit hard of hearing when it comes to Vanessa. ]

Some day I hope that I am able to come to your aid. I know that you don't do anything for me, but still I feel that I owe you too much.

[hypnagothic]

You owe me nothing, Vanessa Ives, though I confess to suspecting that may not last for long while we remain in this place. But it is a good thing to have a confidante, whatever the need may be.

[matermali]

[ There's a slight tilt to her head, but any curiosity he's now brought up must be left for another time or she'll never let him be free. ]

A confidante and companion.

[ She can't imagine him ever confiding in her, but she hopes he understands that the offer is mutual, even when her mood has kept her somewhat low. Especially then, even.

Reaching for his hand, she'll attempt to part with a gentle squeeze, her touch lingering as she speaks with a tone more hushed. ]

Thank you. I told you such things that would cause most to turn away, if they would not merely look to me from across a chasm and condemn from afar...and you did not. It means more than you can know.

[hypnagothic]

[ his hand moves to takes hers as soon as she moves, meeting between them in a gentle embrace. ]

You spoke true earlier regarding the difficulty of my finding anything new. I have seen much in my existence. And I know of nothing that you would, or should, be condemned for.

[ he returns the delicate squeeze before letting his hand fall back to his side. ]

I bid you good morning, lady Vanessa.

[matermali]

[ Vanessa wonders if that means he really has seen all the evils in the world. Is there anything so terrible as to overshadow nightmares? Is that where they've ended up?

Whatever evils she is responsible for surely deserve condemnation, but his words still draw another little, if sad, smile. He says it so easily, and that is so rare that she treasures the kind thought. ]

I will try to keep that to heart. Good morning, Lord Morpheus.

[ One day, truly, she ought to correct his address even if she knows it will likely do absolutely nothing. And yet she should say something, but still she can't think to. She only nods before turning to head back.

What they discussed has given her even more to ponder on, and a busy mind is best for someone like her, so she should appreciate that if not also the company. But the company will be what's best remembered. ]