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Songerein - Namine - Flower Festival 2022

[lonelysmiles]

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[Singing flowers! How delightful!]

[Of course, they're not quite in-tune, but that's fine. The point is to enjoy it.]

[On a whim, he leaps to his feet and holds out his hands to Namine, intending to lead her in a dance as he sings. Because this isn't a formal concert, and who could possibly keep their feet still when jazz is being played?!]

[lethechained]

[ Alastor's reaction has the secondary effect of teaching Naminé how to react to such things, and girl's head lifts to regard him as he's rising only for a broad smile to appear on his face once she realizes his aim, any sour notes forgotten.

His offered hands are all the prompting she needs to reach for them without the slightest hesitation, smaller fingers outstretched as she grasps for them. She's not nearly as able to hop up so quickly but makes the effort to follow after, weight shifting to facilitate her standing. ]

[lonelysmiles]

[And going to pull her into a dance as he keeps singing and playing music, the flowers doing their best to try and harmonize. He's playing a few slower jazz tunes since she doesn't seem to care much of the high energy of swing.]

[lethechained]

[ This time around, she's more prepared than ever. There have been a few chances to dance here and there in Reverein - prone to festivities as the place seems to be - but no one's been more instructive than Alastor himself. Naminé's not nearly learned enough to get too creative with her dancing, but she's gradually growing more able to keep up with him. She's a quick study, and with a memory as powerful as hers it's only a matter of time before she's able to analyze what he does well enough to mimic it nicely, if in her own shyer way.

The slower rhythm certainly helps, and soon enough Naminé's having the time of her life all over again, bright with laughter.

Of course, there's one thing that has almost slipped her mind - but not quite, which is why midway through their dance, Naminé comes to an abrupt halt, turning an ankle with a startled, ]

Oh--!

[ as she hesitates suddenly, almost having stepped on the flower crown she left sitting on the ground near where they'd been originally. Perhaps she'd have missed it without her hesitation anyway - but she's a conscientious one, and the mere recollection of such a risk was enough to make her stumble. ]

😾Journal😾

[angelbirth]

Alastor.

The one time I decide to put my trust in you and you let me down. Are you kidding me?

[lonelysmiles]

Hmm. I don't seem to recall slighting you recently.

Refresh my memory?

[angelbirth]

[ In any other situation, this might be "Well, for me it was a Tuesday" kind of deal, so he can't fault Alastor for that. What he will fault Alastor for is: ]

Despite how you act and what you say, so far you haven't actually hurt anyone.

[ So far. To his knowledge. Who knows, there could be a pile of corpses. ]

Still, you do a pretty good job of making people feel like you might. So, I was kind of relying on you to maintain that image. But apparently you have a soft spot for children, because a little girl just described you to me as "nice."

[lonelysmiles]

You make it sound like me not having to make good on my threats is a bad thing.

As for Miss Mei, well, she caught me with my hands full with the piano at the festival. It wouldn't do for the pianist to stop playing and kill the mood, would it?

Sender: Mammon (Journal)

[stupidmammon]

[ Sometime during the month of July since Satan is in his sleep coma. ]

Hey. So. Feel free to grab a bottle whenever or whatever. You ain't gotta bring food or anything.

[lonelysmiles]

Nonsense! I promised you and your brother a proper gumbo, and I meant it!

[stupidmammon]

Look there ain't no reason for it. Just take it. You can even share it with flirty long legs if you want.

Sender: Naminé | October, shortly after Alastor's Noctaere event

[lethechained]

[ Naminé has always been a good listener.

It comes naturally to her, after all, after so long spent in silence. Should there be a sound to perceive, she gives it her attention; doubly so when that sound is another's voice. Though it might not always be her intention to pry into the business of others, it's hard not to hear gossip here and there among the chattering townsfolk as she goes about her daily business. People talk, Naminé listens.

So when she hears them murmuring about something strange going on in the woods, of course it crosses her mind that it hasn't been so very long since Alastor mentioned making his own trip out there. Coincidences recognized in passing begin to stack up, and Naminé's always been a pretty clever girl who can put pieces together--

Which means she only barely manages to wait long enough to drop her groceries off at her treehouse before pulling out her pen. (The reasons for doing so are primarily practical.) ]

It's been a few days.
Have you come home yet?

[ She'd intended to wait for him to let him know when he was ready for her to visit, but... ]

[lonelysmiles]

[Yesterday had not been Alastor's finest moment.]

[Well, at least he'd turned on his own terms in regards to location. Reverein as a whole didn't matter much to him, but there were people there that were important to him, that he didn't want to harm.]

[That he didn't want to see him as the monster he was.]

[The message in the journal, made his ears twitch backwards in sudden shame at his behavior. It was awfully tempting to remain quiet, pretend he hadn't seen it.]

[However, he picks up a pen and starts to write, his lettering not quite as neat as usual.]

I have. Got home late yesterday, in fact. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.

[lethechained]

[ At first, when she watches the letters form, Naminé's not quite sure what gives her a bad feeling about them - it's just a niggling sensation in the back of her mind that they're a little off, somehow, like his message for departing was. Trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach, ]

I'm sorry to hear that.
It seemed like you were putting a real effort into it.

[ Brow pinched, she reminds herself not to assume anything, but-- after what she's heard... ]

Are you rested enough for me to pay you a visit?
We can talk about it over tea, like we agreed.

Sender: Angel Dust

[itsytitsyspider]

Hoe hoe hoe, whore.

How's daddy's little Rudolph doing? Did anyone ask you to play in any reindeer games tonight?

[lonelysmiles]

[He doesn't even need to see the sender's name. It's obvious who this is.]

I'm afraid not. Besides, it's a good night for a book by the fire.

I take it you're out to paint the town red tonight?

[itsytitsyspider]

Meh, more wishing for a white Christmas.

What boring ass shit you reading? Looks thick as fuck.

belated christmas delivery~

[multidisciplinary]

[ On Christmas morning, Alastor will find a neatly wrapped gift waiting for him in front of his door. A letter is attached, written in Zelda's pristine cursive handwriting. ]

Dearest Alastor,

Warm tidings to you on this holiday.

In Hyrule, today is the day we present gifts to our friends and family in honor of our patron goddess. It is a holiday not dissimilar from Christmas, as I learned last year.

I hope you will accept this gift. I thought you might like to try it in your recipes.

May the Goddess smile upon you,
Zelda, Princess of Hyrule

[ Inside the parcel, Alastor will find three ample jars of Goron Spice. The label is written in Hylian script, but Zelda has penned a translation on the back: "Goron Spice. An exclusive blend of spices straight from Death Mountain. A blast of fiery spiciness paves the way for the sweetness that comes after." Zelda doesn't actually know what kind of recipes this would work well with, but someone who is as good a cook as Alastor will surely figure it out. ]

[lonelysmiles]

[Well, this certainly is a surprise!]

[It won't be long before she receives a message in response.]

My Dear Miss Zelda,

Thank you so much for such a generous gift! I sampled the flavor, and it's quite intriguing! I'll certainly be experimenting with it in the near future.

Shamefully, I've nothing to gift you in return save offering you to chance to taste test my experiments with it. Perhaps your friend could come along as well.

Sincerely,
Alastor

Text @Thresher

[shark_girl]

Hey, he who never stops smiling. Got a question for you.

Dooooo you like chocolates? Cause I hate them and can't digest them.

voice; forwarded dated to the 7th

[invigorates]

Alastor? Have you been returned to us?

[lonelysmiles]

[There's the sound of mortar and pestle grinding something as he speaks.]

I have, my dear! Just working on getting caught up after my unexpected "vacation".

[The last word is said with mild sarcasm.]

Was there something you needed?

[invigorates]

I was just checking in. I had not heard from you after what happened, and I needed to be sure you returned.

Gift delivery!

[invigorates]

( Not wanting to overstep, Lioriley did not leave an overly flowery letter or anything. Instead, she just leaves a decanter of fancy whiskey on his doorstep with a card that simply reads: )

Happy holidays.

-Lioriley

[lonelysmiles]

[...Goddammit. Guess there's nothing for it.]

[On the evening of December 24th, Lioriley would find waiting on her doorstep a rather heavy basket filled with various lotions, essential oils, soaps, and even two tonic bottles, one for relaxation and the other for sleep.]

[There's no note with the gift other than a simple "For Lioriley" card written in red ink with neat copperplate handwriting.]