in a world where you can be anything, be kind
It is a day that Fiona truly enjoys: soft rain, a cool morning.She is pushing the last of a jar of baking supplies back onto a shelf in her kitchen and wiping down the counter. There is nothing that could make a day such as this any better except for freshly baked goods. Truthfully, a fresh baked good can improve any day if you ask her.
The cinnamon rolls are stacked upon a cake plate, the icing drizzled over them still cooling as she finishes cleaning up. Fiona thinks once it has stopped raining she might take them to the hospital, surprise Atreus, the doctors and the patients with them. Perhaps she can put a smile on their faces.
She’s just about finished when she hears the knock, and Fiona cannot help but smile when she opens the door to see Asterion standing there. Remarkably dry, she might add, despite the rain. Her lilac eyes brighten as she steps aside to allow him room to enter. “Asterion,” she says his name gently, so as not to startle him when it brushes its way into his thoughts.
For a moment, Fiona almost reached for a paper and pen, though she managed to catch herself. It’s a reflex now, she’s discovered. After years of communicating over written text, having a different way to talk—to be able to almost speak at all— is very strange. But every day she gets more used to it.
“You're just in time, there's some fresh cinnamon rolls in the kitchen,” there is spark in her gaze as she waits for his reaction, closing the door behind him and hushing the sound of rain to nothing more than a soft murmur.
@Asterion <3
