You are very thoughtful, Miss Navia. I shall be there promptly with your favorite confections. Would you like me to run any errands for you while I am outside? It is best to spare you the bite of the cold.
( and he is there at her door, a minute or two early with a box of elegantly pretty tea cakes. neuvillette's tucked under layers of jackets and a heavy scarf, cheeks pale despite his efforts to keep warm. )
[ much like she said she would, navia was just finishing up the tea when he arrived. her door opens to a flash of heat from within - the large sun lamp turned down to a normal level, but the portable heater that wriothesley previously gifted to her is nearly on full blast. it's quite the spring day in her home. ]
Come in, come in! Let's get you out of the cold, hm?
[ she ushers him in, offering to take the box of tea cakes from him as she closes the door behind. navia's home is sparse but homey - warm blankets are piled on nearly every chair in the main living room, including a navy and gold quilt that might match one that wriothesley gave him. there is an open container of dried rose hips and petals on her little dining table, including a small vase of her own cuttings - big and bright blooms, as if they had bloomed just that day. it was a little experiment that she was trying to make sure would succeed. ]
These are absolutely lovely! They'll pair wonderfully with the tea.
Thank you, Miss Navia. I do hope I'm not imposing. ( the heat is a welcome reprieve from neuvillette's struggle to retain heat. the hot water battles strategically placed on his person have done their best to keep him from being a walking popsicle, but at this point, they're already cold.
grateful to be ushered in, he offers her a small smile and a nod, removing his shoes in the foyer and placing the hot water bottles aside, neatly hanging up his coats and scarf. it takes him awhile to settle in admire navia's lovely furnishings, and he takes a deep breath, the warmth of the space already bleeding into his bones. how pleasant.
his gaze lingers on the open container, and the bright, fresh blossoms. leaning down to sniff the flowers, his smile widens. )
Ah, flowers in the dead of winter. A ray of light in the darkness.
Never, Monsieur Neuvillette. You are always welcome here.
[ navia knows all too well how he feels when heding outside. in her little treks to the library, she's bundled up to the point she can hardly move. most days, she's out in the later afternoon when it's warmed up a bit, if only to give herself a little reprieve. ]
They're wonderful, aren't they? I'm seeing how long they last when not attached to anyone. [ a brief pause. ] Wriothesley suggested it, actually. Having a few of my roses over at your place so that it's less jarring should I arrive when one of you aren't there. That way my scent is familiar.
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All I need today is a nice cup of tea with a dear friend.
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( and he is there at her door, a minute or two early with a box of elegantly pretty tea cakes. neuvillette's tucked under layers of jackets and a heavy scarf, cheeks pale despite his efforts to keep warm. )
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Come in, come in! Let's get you out of the cold, hm?
[ she ushers him in, offering to take the box of tea cakes from him as she closes the door behind. navia's home is sparse but homey - warm blankets are piled on nearly every chair in the main living room, including a navy and gold quilt that might match one that wriothesley gave him. there is an open container of dried rose hips and petals on her little dining table, including a small vase of her own cuttings - big and bright blooms, as if they had bloomed just that day. it was a little experiment that she was trying to make sure would succeed. ]
These are absolutely lovely! They'll pair wonderfully with the tea.
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grateful to be ushered in, he offers her a small smile and a nod, removing his shoes in the foyer and placing the hot water bottles aside, neatly hanging up his coats and scarf. it takes him awhile to settle in admire navia's lovely furnishings, and he takes a deep breath, the warmth of the space already bleeding into his bones. how pleasant.
his gaze lingers on the open container, and the bright, fresh blossoms. leaning down to sniff the flowers, his smile widens. )
Ah, flowers in the dead of winter. A ray of light in the darkness.
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[ navia knows all too well how he feels when heding outside. in her little treks to the library, she's bundled up to the point she can hardly move. most days, she's out in the later afternoon when it's warmed up a bit, if only to give herself a little reprieve. ]
They're wonderful, aren't they? I'm seeing how long they last when not attached to anyone. [ a brief pause. ] Wriothesley suggested it, actually. Having a few of my roses over at your place so that it's less jarring should I arrive when one of you aren't there. That way my scent is familiar.