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flowerofmtsilver) wrote2012-04-20 11:49 pm
flowerofmtsilver) wrote2012-04-20 11:49 pm
But you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works
Who: Celebi and Vinnie
What: an exchange of gifts
Where: Celebi's dorm
When: Evening of April 22nd
Warnings: Fainting and crying?
Remembering to knock on doors was not one of Vinnie's strengths.
This door was different.
This one, he stood outside for a good minute, turning the luminous sphere in the palm of his hand. The bauble wasn't even all that spectacular, really - it was really his first experiment in growing a stone, and there were plenty of them out there in larger sizes. Certainly didn't go for a lot of money outside a very specific market. But the sentiment he poured into this gesture was beyond that of any other present he gave this day.
Birthday gifts were only for family - gratitude to the people around him that he would honour beyond reason.
He cupped the stone in his hands and slowly closed his fingers around it, letting its glow seep through the space between each digit. This, he reminded himself as he stared down into its gentle light, would be the very first present he gave to the one he considered his mother. Sure, it was really just a childhood delusion, but... there was no one else he could possibly place in that role. Celebi was mother to all forests, just as he was born of one. She sung him lullabies and smelled of home.
All right. No more stalling. The Venusaur palmed the sphere in his fist and knocked on her door. Then immediately turned the knob and opened it.No, that's still not how it works...
What: an exchange of gifts
Where: Celebi's dorm
When: Evening of April 22nd
Warnings: Fainting and crying?
Remembering to knock on doors was not one of Vinnie's strengths.
This door was different.
This one, he stood outside for a good minute, turning the luminous sphere in the palm of his hand. The bauble wasn't even all that spectacular, really - it was really his first experiment in growing a stone, and there were plenty of them out there in larger sizes. Certainly didn't go for a lot of money outside a very specific market. But the sentiment he poured into this gesture was beyond that of any other present he gave this day.
Birthday gifts were only for family - gratitude to the people around him that he would honour beyond reason.
He cupped the stone in his hands and slowly closed his fingers around it, letting its glow seep through the space between each digit. This, he reminded himself as he stared down into its gentle light, would be the very first present he gave to the one he considered his mother. Sure, it was really just a childhood delusion, but... there was no one else he could possibly place in that role. Celebi was mother to all forests, just as he was born of one. She sung him lullabies and smelled of home.
All right. No more stalling. The Venusaur palmed the sphere in his fist and knocked on her door. Then immediately turned the knob and opened it.
sneakin in a tag
Having only just come off his illness, the Venusaur had to mentally prepare himself for the reality that he may never be fully recovered. No more waiting for a future that might not happen. It was just something that he would have to compensate for, and to struggle with for years, perhaps. If that meant sacrificing himself in order to continue protecting the things that were dear, then he had accepted that responsibility.
But in one fell swoop, all of that had crumbled away. He'd spent so much time steeling himself for the task, building up calluses and toughening his nerves - but all it took to topple his defenses was a single, hidden, selfish wish that he hadn't allowed himself to want.
It had been so easily granted, too. Had he just let his pride get in the way all this time? Admittedly, there was still a sliver of him that wished this was something he was able to achieve on his own. Something he earned, rather than simply given to him. As though someone that would justify every hurt he'd suffered. But that no longer mattered.
He could only lay his head against her shoulder, and there hey stayed for the longest time. The tears fell freely, but he didn't find it in himself to sob.
It took an eternity, but a tiny, feeble voice eventually found its way to him. "I... don't know how t'pay you back for this..."