[ with as tired as she is, she lets him handle setting the table, eyebrows going up in increments the more he sets out. so unused to this kind of–pampering–that's the best word she has for it, right now, she feels even more shock start to drip through the aches and sorrow. but, what did she expect? this is Lucanis. maybe she should feel silly for thinking he'd brought anything less than the works. and her favorite of the dishes he'd made at the Lighthouse.
complete with a bottle of wine.
some more of the tension she'd been holding onto starts to loosen and she rolls her shoulders, giving him a thin smile. ]
"Not the best Antivan red", says the man who brought me wine from all the way across the continent.
[ there are eluvians involved, obviously, which has made it easier. but even so. the thought definitely counts. ]
Enough to share? [ she questions, a forkful of pasta halfway to her mouth. ] ...Exactly how long did this take you, Lucanis?
[ they've spent enough late nights together in the kitchen that she knows some of what he makes is quite complicated. this isn't a pot of (very exceptional) coffee, after all. finally taking her first bite, she swallows the urge to do something very drastic. like burst into tears or lunge across the small table to kiss him.
but both of those things cross her mind. it's been that kind of week. ]
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Date: 2025-01-09 02:43 am (UTC)complete with a bottle of wine.
some more of the tension she'd been holding onto starts to loosen and she rolls her shoulders, giving him a thin smile. ]
"Not the best Antivan red", says the man who brought me wine from all the way across the continent.
[ there are eluvians involved, obviously, which has made it easier. but even so. the thought definitely counts. ]
Enough to share? [ she questions, a forkful of pasta halfway to her mouth. ] ...Exactly how long did this take you, Lucanis?
[ they've spent enough late nights together in the kitchen that she knows some of what he makes is quite complicated. this isn't a pot of (very exceptional) coffee, after all. finally taking her first bite, she swallows the urge to do something very drastic. like burst into tears or lunge across the small table to kiss him.
but both of those things cross her mind. it's been that kind of week. ]