[there are days where hawk's immersion in the culture of the smith kingdom leaves little room for him to sit with counselor laughlin. days focused on honing swordsmanship, trainings that leave him sore and sweaty and not fit for proper company or the delicate spines of books and brittle pages.
those are the days he finds himself aching for something else altogether, stealing glances in the hall where he can, or even dropping in during his mealtime when tim is occupied with his other duties to steal a glance at his notes for the day. sometimes he even leaves a few of his own behind, his own penmanship a looping slope of continual ink.]
Those are hard to come by - it's no wonder they cost a pretty penny. One was plenty thoughtful; you have my utmost thanks.
But it's funny, when I looked at the rich shade of red there was only one thing I found my thoughts drawn towards. Your lips, the other day when you'd worried them between your teeth. It was during our analysis of the North and South Schism - you seemed troubled, but I could hardly pull away my gaze.
It was hard not to let my mind wander while I ate it. The perfect amount of sweetness in the juice, crisp and revitalizing in its surprising firmness. Just like you.
Until our next session, Counselor.
[tim will find another apple of the same vibrance next to his journal - an offering that he shouldn't miss out on such a delicacy either.]
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those are the days he finds himself aching for something else altogether, stealing glances in the hall where he can, or even dropping in during his mealtime when tim is occupied with his other duties to steal a glance at his notes for the day. sometimes he even leaves a few of his own behind, his own penmanship a looping slope of continual ink.]
Those are hard to come by - it's no wonder they cost a pretty penny. One was plenty thoughtful; you have my utmost thanks.
But it's funny, when I looked at the rich shade of red there was only one thing I found my thoughts drawn towards. Your lips, the other day when you'd worried them between your teeth. It was during our analysis of the North and South Schism - you seemed troubled, but I could hardly pull away my gaze.
It was hard not to let my mind wander while I ate it. The perfect amount of sweetness in the juice, crisp and revitalizing in its surprising firmness. Just like you.
Until our next session, Counselor.
[tim will find another apple of the same vibrance next to his journal - an offering that he shouldn't miss out on such a delicacy either.]