[ the box is a surprise itself, since she doesn't think of anything that warrents it, but... the pen inside, the little note to commemorate it -- she'd recognize yesod's handwriting anywhere, no matter the life, and even if she hadn't there's so, so few people who she'd talked to about it, who knew her likes, who knew to look for a pen alike to that.
there's affection and frustration that swirl in her heart, drawing little doodles on a piece of paper, and most of all she feels a kind of pain. it isn't fair, but what else can she do? it's like a branch she can't take, tempting and lovely, and this is note is nothing but a brush of its petals.
she does want to sit among them someday.
so yesod will receive a little note taped to his door, flush to keep it from scrunching at the slide, which has a few doodles of a duck, a cat, and a snake along with Thanks. If you know yours, let's celebrate together. ]
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there's affection and frustration that swirl in her heart, drawing little doodles on a piece of paper, and most of all she feels a kind of pain. it isn't fair, but what else can she do? it's like a branch she can't take, tempting and lovely, and this is note is nothing but a brush of its petals.
she does want to sit among them someday.
so yesod will receive a little note taped to his door, flush to keep it from scrunching at the slide, which has a few doodles of a duck, a cat, and a snake along with Thanks. If you know yours, let's celebrate together. ]