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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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.