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diatu2019-06-10 05:03 pm
bearshermark) wrote in diatu2019-06-10 05:03 pm
You know your arms can't reach [Closed]
Who: Eleven and Isa
What: Eleven made a thing for Isa
Where: Eiather common room
When: Beginning of June-ish
Warnings: None so far!
It was done.
..As done as it was going to get, anyway. The shimmer across the blade wasn't completely uniform, but he risked ruining it entirely if he tried to improve it any further.
But it was done, wrapped up, and now all that was left was the delivery. As fortune had it, he knew the intended recipient entered the tower bare minutes ago.
Eleven stared at the short box in his hands. All that time finalizing the finer details, and he still hadn't sorted out what to say. They weren't quite friends even, so it was even more awkward that he'd gone and spent weeks making something for an acquaintance.
Given that standing in his room wasn't likely to suddenly solve a problem he couldn't find a solution to in the last week, he steeled himself to leave.
Eleven ventured into the common room and inhaled a steadying breath as he took a seat next to him. Naturally, that steadiness immediately vanished the moment his leg began to bounce, jostling the box in his lap.
"Hey Isa, I.. hope I'm not bothering you?"
What: Eleven made a thing for Isa
Where: Eiather common room
When: Beginning of June-ish
Warnings: None so far!
It was done.
..As done as it was going to get, anyway. The shimmer across the blade wasn't completely uniform, but he risked ruining it entirely if he tried to improve it any further.
But it was done, wrapped up, and now all that was left was the delivery. As fortune had it, he knew the intended recipient entered the tower bare minutes ago.
Eleven stared at the short box in his hands. All that time finalizing the finer details, and he still hadn't sorted out what to say. They weren't quite friends even, so it was even more awkward that he'd gone and spent weeks making something for an acquaintance.
Given that standing in his room wasn't likely to suddenly solve a problem he couldn't find a solution to in the last week, he steeled himself to leave.
Eleven ventured into the common room and inhaled a steadying breath as he took a seat next to him. Naturally, that steadiness immediately vanished the moment his leg began to bounce, jostling the box in his lap.
"Hey Isa, I.. hope I'm not bothering you?"
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"I truly hope so. I understand very well what it is to lose that sort of connection and seek guidance. I will be very happy if something I made can help you in that way."