[ Reservation is a perfect art for Rose Lalonde; she takes cautious steps, never letting the ease of getting too close and revealing too much, gracefully passing inquiries which do so without a second glance. Many introspections lay behind her mind like the interior of a house covered by thick curtains, enshrouding the room with darkness―only the owner familiar with the whereabouts of their own items.
I― [ She begins, a bit too abruptly, but catches herself before she falters and makes a fool of herself. Her usually purse mouth now twists into a frown, calculating the right words―all of them calm and logical, as if it were a dissertation, rather than an admittance of the whispers that haunt her.
There is a book in her lap and the steam of tea wafts from her mug, perfectly nestled into the settings around them. In the distance, she hears the tick of a clock, counting each second with absolute precision that even she is sure she can gain each exact moment in time, but it is easier to push everything away, as if she were just as indifferent as usual. Carefully plucking a spoon to begin stirring her tea, she lets her mask―nearly taking the role of mother in this given moment―play it's part for just a little longer. ]
It is very kind of you to invite me over for tea, Mami. I truly do always enjoy the time we spend together.
eight, how fitting
I― [ She begins, a bit too abruptly, but catches herself before she falters and makes a fool of herself. Her usually purse mouth now twists into a frown, calculating the right words―all of them calm and logical, as if it were a dissertation, rather than an admittance of the whispers that haunt her.
There is a book in her lap and the steam of tea wafts from her mug, perfectly nestled into the settings around them. In the distance, she hears the tick of a clock, counting each second with absolute precision that even she is sure she can gain each exact moment in time, but it is easier to push everything away, as if she were just as indifferent as usual. Carefully plucking a spoon to begin stirring her tea, she lets her mask―nearly taking the role of mother in this given moment―play it's part for just a little longer. ]
It is very kind of you to invite me over for tea, Mami. I truly do always enjoy the time we spend together.