[ at the bar today, gabriel is here and hanging out behind the counter... eating a bowl of cereal? flipping through a book more out of boredom than actively reading. there's a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the counter as well (white daphne, alstroemeria, daffodil, feverfew, and honey bracelet, bound with a gold ribbon). oh. and yeah, they are still glowing. their spoon is raised halfway to their mouth when they look up, but they put it down upon seeing her. ]
Thanks? [ this is nice given a handful of people really have come by already to express surprise and disappointment they still glow. but they set down their spoon to start making her something anyway. ]
What kind of troubling changes are we facing today? I see the hair did grow back, so I know that's not it.
[touching her hair. yeah, thank god, it's all still there.]
I've been thinking of changing it, though. It's an acolyte's hairstyle, and I'm no mere acolyte anymore.
[anyway she knew they would still glow, they told her last time. but i understand, they like me suspect that gabriel might be hot... ]
I keep feeling confused about things. I keep regretting things I shouldn't regret, or thinking about times I confided worries in someone that just don't make sense.
A change isn't bad. Not that I fully understand what an acolyte is, but haircuts can be defining.
[ please suspect this less actually. but they go through the motions of pouring her a glass of wine and sliding that over before folding their arms over their chest and leaning a hip against the counter. ]
... lay it out for me? What kind of things are coming up?
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week 2, tuesday
Hey, Shadowheart.
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[she's coming in at the end of a long day, looking pretty tired.]
It's at least comforting to know some things don't change around here.
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What kind of troubling changes are we facing today? I see the hair did grow back, so I know that's not it.
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I've been thinking of changing it, though. It's an acolyte's hairstyle, and I'm no mere acolyte anymore.
[anyway she knew they would still glow, they told her last time. but i understand, they like me suspect that gabriel might be hot... ]
I keep feeling confused about things. I keep regretting things I shouldn't regret, or thinking about times I confided worries in someone that just don't make sense.
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[ please suspect this less actually. but they go through the motions of pouring her a glass of wine and sliding that over before folding their arms over their chest and leaning a hip against the counter. ]
... lay it out for me? What kind of things are coming up?