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hugtopia_logs2019-12-01 12:13 pm
iustaegis) wrote in hugtopia_logs2019-12-01 12:13 pm
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Open + Closed prompts/ Catch all
♥ Who: Pyra and YOU, also some various
♥ Where: Around town
♥ When: Around the entire month of december
♥ What: open log, some closed prompts
♥ Rating: nothing above PG so far
A: It's a Hat
[ For those who have met Pyra, they may probably recall that a golden headband set with a peculiar crystal usually sits atop her hair. Today that isn't the case. Instead, she appears to have swapped the accessory with something a little-- rather, a lot different: a hat. Not just any hat, but a flat-brimmed western, of which some may recognize belonging to another resident of the town.
It's too big for her head, and in accordance with the fickle weather of the city, a gust of wind blows the hat right off. ] ...Ah!
[ It's flying right at you, too. Catch it? Or, even if you don't, she will, sprinting and leaping past you to ensure that it does not touch the ground. This hat is important! Very important! She's not going to let it become damaged if she can help it. Whether you or she manages to save it from a fall, she breathes out a sigh of relief, smiling at you as she straightens up, tossing her hair. ] ...Thank goodness. That was a close one. [ Then, a polite bow. ] I'm sorry about that.
B: Wacky Weather
[ The weather is just... weird. And cold, very cold in this particular district, which may or may not be the most important district because it is the shopping district. But look at her, still dressed in the same outfit as ever! She's currently peering into one of the shops... There's a scarf. A very fluffy scarf on one of the mannequins that she's staring at.
Aaaaand since she's unnaturally warm and doesn't need it, she turns away from it only to spot..... you, at which point her eyes widen and she draws a quick breath, making her way over. Don't mind her, quickly reaching for both of your hands to take into hers, warming them with the unnatural heat of her touch. ]
Oh, no, you look almost frostbitten...
[ Guiding your hands up further, she brings them up to her mouth where she blows onto them gently, then rubbing her hands quickly over yours. ] Better?
C: Wildcard
[ yo hmu if u have any ideas for py here! she can be found lotsa places around the city, from the gardens to the zoo to looking at motorcycles/cars, to cafes. pm or pp![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
drinksteapots me for plotting, or surprise me here! ]
♥ Where: Around town
♥ When: Around the entire month of december
♥ What: open log, some closed prompts
♥ Rating: nothing above PG so far
A: It's a Hat
[ For those who have met Pyra, they may probably recall that a golden headband set with a peculiar crystal usually sits atop her hair. Today that isn't the case. Instead, she appears to have swapped the accessory with something a little-- rather, a lot different: a hat. Not just any hat, but a flat-brimmed western, of which some may recognize belonging to another resident of the town.
It's too big for her head, and in accordance with the fickle weather of the city, a gust of wind blows the hat right off. ] ...Ah!
[ It's flying right at you, too. Catch it? Or, even if you don't, she will, sprinting and leaping past you to ensure that it does not touch the ground. This hat is important! Very important! She's not going to let it become damaged if she can help it. Whether you or she manages to save it from a fall, she breathes out a sigh of relief, smiling at you as she straightens up, tossing her hair. ] ...Thank goodness. That was a close one. [ Then, a polite bow. ] I'm sorry about that.
B: Wacky Weather
[ The weather is just... weird. And cold, very cold in this particular district, which may or may not be the most important district because it is the shopping district. But look at her, still dressed in the same outfit as ever! She's currently peering into one of the shops... There's a scarf. A very fluffy scarf on one of the mannequins that she's staring at.
Aaaaand since she's unnaturally warm and doesn't need it, she turns away from it only to spot..... you, at which point her eyes widen and she draws a quick breath, making her way over. Don't mind her, quickly reaching for both of your hands to take into hers, warming them with the unnatural heat of her touch. ]
Oh, no, you look almost frostbitten...
[ Guiding your hands up further, she brings them up to her mouth where she blows onto them gently, then rubbing her hands quickly over yours. ] Better?
C: Wildcard
[ yo hmu if u have any ideas for py here! she can be found lotsa places around the city, from the gardens to the zoo to looking at motorcycles/cars, to cafes. pm or pp
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pyra no]I cannot cook as you do, nor do I have your knowledge.
[ Pyra bears an overabundance of it. Thanks to her, he’s eaten a variety of balanced meals in the month they’ve been here. Does he enjoy her cooking? ]
Perhaps I do.
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pyra yes] Er... "perhaps"....[ Blinking. ]
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In any case, it's well played because-- ]
That's just going to make me try harder to hear a genuine yes from you!
[ Rather than be deterred by the answer, she uses it as motivation. She'll get that praise of her cooking from him, yet!! Of course she also takes a step forward to take his hand, because they can't go too long chatting without having a touch; that would just be a waste. ]
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Your current efforts are more than sufficient. That energy is better spent elsewhere.
[ Bringing his other hand around, he cups hers to make that point. ]
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Sufficient....? [ She questions playfully with another breath. No, no, she wants to... wow him!
The most she’s gotten from him is a well done. ] Oh, what do you think of this—
On the few days that I’m planning a more elaborate meal... I can contact you in advance. Then while I cook you, ah, ...you touch my shoulder. Does that sound fair?
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Very well.
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[ So. ]
But perhaps I can try to make something you enjoy...? [ If he tells her what he likes! ]
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I will eat anything. Whatever you choose to make will do.
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No, no, surely this man has preferences! ]
You've chosen the secret surprise option.
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Those were his preferences eons ago. There’s no telling what he’ll think of them now. He’s already told Magolor that the taste of food as a whole doesn’t concern him. Pyra can create whatever she fancies, and he’ll still end up reaping the benefits of her labor.
Consequently, the mystery of her secret surprise doesn't faze him in the slightest. ]
I await it.
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Well, that’s okay too. Time to earn all the gold stars in Trying Harder. Making clothes for him, cooking for him. What’s next, painting his portrait?? ]
You know... For this, I think you might be the fairest judge of which I can think.
[ What with such a neutral and stoic visage. While she can see him as withdrawn and detached, his calmer countenance has benefits for neutrality. She wonders why he is with Rawna and not Diacht. ]
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If she's going to speak of fairness, hasn't he just been taking all this time? ]
I have done naught to earn this favor.
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What I do, I give to you freely.
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In this world, time and company by themselves offer nothing. All he can give is his touch, which she gives herself in return. Truly, he’s been granted this generosity at no cost.
No, that’s not true. He's repaid her generosity with deception all this time, feigning ignorance where he knows. He looks down at their hands. She gives freely, and he takes brazenly—for what else can he do? ]
Then I accept.
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What he may be thinking about, she has no idea. But-- ]
You're... so somber when you say it.
[ She attempts to lighten the mood with a smile, a swing of her hand. ] Like you've never been given a gift before. [ Which would be completely untrue as a king; he's surely had both elaborate meals prepared for him and robes woven for him of far better quality than she could ever provide here. ]
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[ One must receive the blessing one is bestowed. But no blessing is given without some demonstration of faith, and he's yet to do anything of the sort for Pyra. She never asks for anything in return. She loves; therefore, she gives.
All he can do is answer her questions, for they're the only times she'll ask something of him. He lifts his head. That'll have to do. ]
What you give freely, I will take.
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Still-- multiple gifts. Now that she thinks about it, she has given him a bit. With a small tilt of her head: ]
It's not... overwhelming, is it?
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I have yet to refuse.
[ Not in a way where something was forced onto him. If it becomes truly overwhelming, he'll decline what she gives him next. ]
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....It seems there are holidays during this time that involve gift-giving. [ Someone dropped the word "Christmas" on the network. And, of course, there are solstices in her own. ]
Who knows, you might be getting even more from your family.
[ That must be nice. ]
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I do not need more.
[ He doesn't want more. ]
What you give me is enough.
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And here, she is someone not of his world. A virtual stranger, effectively. Neither of them have made themselves vulnerable, not revealing more than what's been necessary.
After a moment or two, she speaks up again. She... may not be his family, but perhaps: ]
...What... do you consider a home?
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Where it began, and where it ends. That is my home.
[ Insomnia is where he made the bed on which he must lie. There, he's formed beautiful and terrible memories both. It's home. ]
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But this is not about her, and she's using this topic to attempt to bring something nice into his life. ]
...Can you not make a temporary home? You begin and end your day... here. [ With a free hand, she gestures towards their shared living space. ]
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Most of all, he wonders: how long is temporary? Though his head remains upright, his gaze drops to the floor in thought. ]
My day begins and ends here. Until that cycle draws to a close, this will be my home in the city.
[ A home for which he feels nothing. And yet. ]
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