happydreamed | Seasons: IC Contact/Overflow

[ there's some shuffling noises as Eve covers her face with a pillow on the other end. tone can be awkward over text, so she'd just wanted to be sure he was okay with it, not accidentally punch them both really hard in the feelings...

since she's already done that, though... ]

Then. ...could you teach me the song you sing? If it's not... personal, or something like that. I've got— something in mind for when I sing alone, but. In case we ever need to duet.

-Yes, of course. Let me...

[He sings to her the song he uses, something gentle and unmistakably melancholy. There are no words to it, and he wonders what she thinks when she hears it. For him it always brings to mind the image of the flowers of Funerale, swaying softly in the wind.]

-It's called 'Higanbana Song'. By the way.

[ she hums a snippet of it, just to make sure she's got it down— it's familiar, but she hadn't been in the right mindset to try to actually memorize it the few times she's heard it before. ]

Higanbana— ah. Spider lilies?

Yes. -They're my assigned flower here as well.

[Another way the song ties to him.]

Ah. That's...

[ wait. hold on. ]

...that makes sense, actually. They're— in my mom and grandmom's culture they're associated with Huw? The god in charge of the afterlife.

But... they're also the god of empathy. And fate. So I can see that.

-They have associations with the afterlife for me as well. But empathy... I quite like that association. I would like to try to live up to that.

"Live up to" my ass, you've already got it covered.

...chamomile's my flower, by the way. Speaking of choices that fit sort of sideways.

That's - hold on, I have a book for this -

[Flipping through pages.]

'Energy in adversity', isn't it? That quite suits you.

—what, really?

[ DELIGHTED ]

I never learned a lot of flower language, I just thought— I used to dry a lot of something like it at the Temple? Since we all fucking needed it.

Also fitting in that respect. I'll be certain to bring over some chamomile tea sometime, we could both use it, I imagine.

If you want? Or you could have some of the stuff I've grown. ...Not arguing with the needing it, though.

My stores of tea are not about to run low any time soon, rest assured. Though I would like to take a look at your garden sometime.

Oh, fuck, please. It's gotten fucking ridiculous— we have a greenhouse, too? But between me and Donnie we could start a second botanical garden or something.

Well, you are the only household I know with an entire lake on your property. I'm not surprised you're well-stocked on plants.

[ half groans, half laughs ]

It was like that even before the fucking lake. ...Sometimes I still can't fucking believe we live here. Like this. What the fuck.

Quite a change from roughing it, to foraging for supplies, to living in a very fancy house with all sorts of amenities. I wouldn't be used to it either.

Yeah. ...If you'd told me a year ago I'd so much as have my own house I would've asked what the fuck you were on. And if you'd told me two years ago I would've assumed you were taunting me and gotten pissed off.

Your own house, two wonderful paramours who adore you dearly, packmates, a job that pays comfortably well, an abundance of food available...

[ she's just... quiet, for a moment. ]

...and I'm turning twenty this weekend.

I didn't think I'd make it past eighteen. Forget having all this.

[ Choco's still trapped, and her head's still a mess, and there's other shit going on— there's always other shit going on.

but she's alive. despite everything, she's still here. ]

I'm glad you've made it this long, and that I was able to meet you.

Still here. Both of us.

[ SCRATCHY AS FUCK, as she wipes her face ]

Yeah.

I'm gonna— I haven't really felt like it since the mindfuck? But I think I'm gonna go yell at the moon tonight. If you want to join me.

There is truly nothing I would like to do more. Shall I come over now?

Uh— only if you don't mind hanging around while I get dinner started? Otherwise you could wait and come over when I have it ready.

Ah, would you like help making dinner, or would I be in your way?

[ hummms... ]

...wouldn't say no to help with side dishes. I'm not celebrating celebrating, but I think I want to do something nice tonight. —you okay with eel?

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