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[Lovecraft is trudging along the corridors, winding and waxing, and doing his best to ignore the rumors. All this undue attention is making him itch, so he's beelined to somewhere quieter, which would be...well, where the graves are.]
[He's just curled up in front of his one like a black cat in a makeshift bed, only opening up a weary eye when he hears Solomon come closer.]
What is it.
[He's just curled up in front of his one like a black cat in a makeshift bed, only opening up a weary eye when he hears Solomon come closer.]
What is it.
It seems our dear and gracious Father wants us to get to know each other, for better or worse. Silly is an understatement.
[But refusal meant annulment, and annulment.... well, they all felt exactly what that meant with Don. It twists Solomon's chest a little to think of the same being done with such a timid, depressed man.]
I'll take it you haven't bothered to start it with someone yet?
[But refusal meant annulment, and annulment.... well, they all felt exactly what that meant with Don. It twists Solomon's chest a little to think of the same being done with such a timid, depressed man.]
I'll take it you haven't bothered to start it with someone yet?
[Hello! Doesn't this look like the most trustworthy man to have ever walked the planet?
His smile does touch his eyes briefly at the acknowledgement. Hi, buddy.]
I've done parts of it, yes. [We, uh, are NOT going to talk about his escapades so far. It's fine.] And I wouldn't say it's hard. Unusual, perhaps. Uncomfortable at times, yes. And it might take some trust. But it doesn't need to be complicated.
Obtaining the flower itself is the hardest step. The rest just requires your time.
His smile does touch his eyes briefly at the acknowledgement. Hi, buddy.]
I've done parts of it, yes. [We, uh, are NOT going to talk about his escapades so far. It's fine.] And I wouldn't say it's hard. Unusual, perhaps. Uncomfortable at times, yes. And it might take some trust. But it doesn't need to be complicated.
Obtaining the flower itself is the hardest step. The rest just requires your time.
...Okay.
[He's still a little hesitant, hand sort of hovering.]
[Lovecraft moves it forward, splaying it on the other's chest before...it sinks, to his surprise.]
[He blinks, fingertips touching something firm.]
There's...something here. I have to pull out, yes...?
[He's still a little hesitant, hand sort of hovering.]
[Lovecraft moves it forward, splaying it on the other's chest before...it sinks, to his surprise.]
[He blinks, fingertips touching something firm.]
There's...something here. I have to pull out, yes...?
[He wonders if it must hurt. Regardless, he came this far. He grasps it, and pulls.]
[And coming from his chest, like some kind of magic trick, is ab unbloomed rose. Lovecraft stares at it, turning this way and that.]
It feels like a real...flower.
[The next step is...to put it in the hair, right?]
[He moves to do so, tucking it above the man's ear.]
[And coming from his chest, like some kind of magic trick, is ab unbloomed rose. Lovecraft stares at it, turning this way and that.]
It feels like a real...flower.
[The next step is...to put it in the hair, right?]
[He moves to do so, tucking it above the man's ear.]
[oooooooooookay well now that the stars are kind of dancing around his vision, he looks a tiny bit dazed and a little colored in the face, but at least he's collecting himself, holding obediently still. The bud sits against white locks in a brilliantly deep shade of warm blue contrasting the brassy warmth of his eyes when they finally look back towards Lovecraft.]
There we are. That's the hard part, I promise.
[And once again, he holds out his palm for Lovecraft's hand.]
There we are. That's the hard part, I promise.
[And once again, he holds out his palm for Lovecraft's hand.]
N-no, no. Not at all, actually. It's just a little startling.
[Even though he's expected as much, it's still a little embarrassing to admit out loud. But he clears his throat, keeping Lovecraft's hand in his own as he carefully starts rising to his feet.]
Here. Come with me. I think I remember seeing something about you enjoying sweets, correct?
[Even though he's expected as much, it's still a little embarrassing to admit out loud. But he clears his throat, keeping Lovecraft's hand in his own as he carefully starts rising to his feet.]
Here. Come with me. I think I remember seeing something about you enjoying sweets, correct?
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