[ Look, she's quite used to that table lyfe. She can share with tomes and imp toys and obnoxious lutes, she can share with tea stains. But dismissive as she is, she can't help but feel... somewhat attached to the idea, now that he's sharing his plot with her. ]
I have been told, at the very least, that I am quite green. [ Never quite emerald, like the beautiful seas off the coast of the Empire in which they used to bathe. ] Gold sounds like a delightful accompaniment. At least from what I recall. It has been quite some time since I have seen the two hues at all, let alone attempting to complement one another.
[ More than delightful, it sounds regal. Painstakingly acquired to boot. Sacrificed for. The apparition rests its chin in a hand for a moment, listening to the boy's meticulous movements, reading his meticulous thoughts... Though a solid image of the finished product escapes her, the plans bouncing around his head are borderline overwhelming. ]
[ She's quiet a moment longer, before the ghostly image dissolves, leaving the Crystal to glimmer facelessly beside him. ]
I am looking forward to its realization, Yusuke. [ Faceless or otherwise, the voice smiles, before breaking into a ribbing chuckle. ] Shall I not look until it is finished?
[ So she does recall. It's something he's been curious about—whether gold or silver makes a difference when she might never have seen either—but even he has the sliver of tact.
Still, something going unsaid doesn't make it unfelt; there's a moment where his thoughts grow muddled, melancholic and syrupy. (He's happy to inform her that she is, in fact, oh-so-green. But he'd much rather show her, if only...) He scrubs it over quickly as she departs back into her orb, leaving with the usual quip and not-so-usual note of approval. His response is a little huff of laughter, almost haughty. ]
If you'd be so kind.
[ He leans back a bit, centering her in his stupid finger-framed viewfinder, like he might be able to spot her in the orb's halftones if he observes vigorously enough. ]
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I have been told, at the very least, that I am quite green. [ Never quite emerald, like the beautiful seas off the coast of the Empire in which they used to bathe. ] Gold sounds like a delightful accompaniment. At least from what I recall. It has been quite some time since I have seen the two hues at all, let alone attempting to complement one another.
[ More than delightful, it sounds regal. Painstakingly acquired to boot. Sacrificed for. The apparition rests its chin in a hand for a moment, listening to the boy's meticulous movements, reading his meticulous thoughts... Though a solid image of the finished product escapes her, the plans bouncing around his head are borderline overwhelming. ]
[ She's quiet a moment longer, before the ghostly image dissolves, leaving the Crystal to glimmer facelessly beside him. ]
I am looking forward to its realization, Yusuke. [ Faceless or otherwise, the voice smiles, before breaking into a ribbing chuckle. ] Shall I not look until it is finished?
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Still, something going unsaid doesn't make it unfelt; there's a moment where his thoughts grow muddled, melancholic and syrupy. (He's happy to inform her that she is, in fact, oh-so-green. But he'd much rather show her, if only...) He scrubs it over quickly as she departs back into her orb, leaving with the usual quip and not-so-usual note of approval. His response is a little huff of laughter, almost haughty. ]
If you'd be so kind.
[ He leans back a bit, centering her in his stupid finger-framed viewfinder, like he might be able to spot her in the orb's halftones if he observes vigorously enough. ]
...I await your glowing critique, of course.