(basically just directly continuing from here haha)
Caelestis' eyes drifted up towards the flower crown that had been returned to him—rejected, in a way—and placed onto his own head instead. Looking back towards En, he could only stare in shock, eyes widened. What did that comment mean? How was he supposed to interpret it?? He didn't even know what to feel, or at least what he had ought to. It likely hadn't meant anything, but still somehow put a delighted, albeit flustered smile on his face regardless. He quickly retreated to his original location on the other side of the tree, but the more he thought about it, the warmer his cheeks grew, and once sitting down, he ended up scooting until he'd circled back around to where En rested. A great way of not bothering him, wasn't it? But to be fair, it was En that had told him he didn't have to leave. This was just… the consequences of that decision.
At first, Caelestis only sat silently and stilly, wanting to speak up but still feeling reluctant and uncertain. What should he even say? He couldn't seem to muster up the words to say anything that he'd been wanting to say. To comment properly on En's parting words, or the misfortunes he'd summarized. As motionless as the celestial appeared, his mind raced. Finally, he stood up suddenly, and wandered off to the meadow behind, returning before too long with a handful of flowers. The initial intention was to make another flower crown and insist that En kept it this time, but he found himself questioning whether there would even be the time to finish it. Defeated, he stared at the flowers he held, and then to En, before merely setting the flowers themselves beside him. Even so, it didn't feel enough, and mind still scrambling, Caelestis then reached into his shirt and took out… a lemon, setting it down beside En as well. Emergency rations, he would claim. Only one left of what initially had seemed far too many for any normal person, but that had been his fault for eating them all too quickly, and the sacrifice seemed worth it. He... did hope it wouldn't get crushed this time though.
Having oddly committed himself to the idea of giving En as many gifts as he could, however random they may be, Caelestis looked around for more, and after adding a lemon-flavored hard candy to the odd pile (extra emergency rations), only one more thing ended up coming to mind. A bit more significant, but likely still meaningless to the ex-prince. Despite accepting this fact, Caelestis proceeded, creating just enough of a vine from his wrist to pluck off a single gold leaf, and held it out to En directly. "…You can stomp on it when you're mad. Or tear it into pieces, if you'd like. It won't quite hurt, but I'll feel it, somewhat," he said quietly. It seemed best not to mention though, that he could also roughly estimate the location of it in that situation as well, if there was to be any chance of it being accepted. While he hadn't quite caught on to En's pre-existing suspicions of stalking, it wasn't difficult to figure that it wouldn't be especially appreciated from him.
There was still plenty of time until his target arrived, so, as he'd come here to do, En sat back down and resumed his meditation, if that was the right term. Meditation in all its forms was meant to create inner peace and qualm moral and emotional conflicts. Clearly, En had long lost that battle, and now only felt guided by such anger and hatred, he wouldn't let it go anytime soon. However, they were ravenous flames that needed to be tamed, unless he wanted a repeat of his home, or, to a lesser extent, his lashing out to Caelestis. Speaking of which... En had his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing, but constantly found his focus snapping. At first it was the shuffling of one sitting, then scooting towards him, then the feeling of an intense gaze focused on him. A vein at the side of his head began to throb, and his eyebrows twitched. Just what was that guy doing? The stare left, and shortly following was the sound of grass and leaves crunching under footsteps. Finally, he could resume-- What was that smell? En's nose twitched. Flowers, but up close. Another of those strange hats? Finally, he opened one eye, then the other when he saw the small offering in front of him. What-- Where did this lemon even come from?! He snapped his head in Caelestis's direction, ready to angrily sign at him that none of this was necessary, until he saw the golden leaf held out to him. He blinked lightly at it. It looked just like the vines he'd seen at the beach. He reached out to take it when something stopped him. Ways away, he could see a group of men in suits that seemed to surround someone else. His target. Quickly, the ex-prince got up, golden eyes trained on the moving group. He glanced briefly at Caelestis, and the leaf he held out. No time for that. He turned back to the group and rushed off.
Caelestis watched with a frown, still holding the leaf that hadn't been taken. Rejected yet again, it seemed. Although at least it didn't appear to have been completely intentional for once. He did vaguely recall the mention of a job of sorts, after all. But while he figured the sort of job it likely was, and understood the importance of it, not being unfamiliar with the concept himself, there was still a sense of disappointment. He let out a long, but quiet sigh. It... was still definitely disappointing.
Once En was far from sight, Caelestis instead looked down at the leaf, staring for a few moments before pocketing it into his shirt. He began getting up himself, but paused to quickly retrieve the other items as well. It would be no good to abandon them here, and… he didn't quite feel ready to forfeit on giving them to En, as silly as it was. Making note of the direction the other had gone in, Caelestis stood up to follow silently along. A far enough distance that he shouldn't get in the way, but would still be able to observe and approach quickly enough to help if needed. Not that he would expect En to need any help though, but it was a better excuse than simply wanting to follow him, wasn't it?
PicklePantry
En Litari II
(basically just directly continuing from here haha)
Caelestis' eyes drifted up towards the flower crown that had been returned to him—rejected, in a way—and placed onto his own head instead. Looking back towards En, he could only stare in shock, eyes widened. What did that comment mean? How was he supposed to interpret it?? He didn't even know what to feel, or at least what he had ought to. It likely hadn't meant anything, but still somehow put a delighted, albeit flustered smile on his face regardless. He quickly retreated to his original location on the other side of the tree, but the more he thought about it, the warmer his cheeks grew, and once sitting down, he ended up scooting until he'd circled back around to where En rested. A great way of not bothering him, wasn't it? But to be fair, it was En that had told him he didn't have to leave. This was just… the consequences of that decision.
At first, Caelestis only sat silently and stilly, wanting to speak up but still feeling reluctant and uncertain. What should he even say? He couldn't seem to muster up the words to say anything that he'd been wanting to say. To comment properly on En's parting words, or the misfortunes he'd summarized. As motionless as the celestial appeared, his mind raced. Finally, he stood up suddenly, and wandered off to the meadow behind, returning before too long with a handful of flowers. The initial intention was to make another flower crown and insist that En kept it this time, but he found himself questioning whether there would even be the time to finish it. Defeated, he stared at the flowers he held, and then to En, before merely setting the flowers themselves beside him. Even so, it didn't feel enough, and mind still scrambling, Caelestis then reached into his shirt and took out… a lemon, setting it down beside En as well. Emergency rations, he would claim. Only one left of what initially had seemed far too many for any normal person, but that had been his fault for eating them all too quickly, and the sacrifice seemed worth it. He... did hope it wouldn't get crushed this time though.
Having oddly committed himself to the idea of giving En as many gifts as he could, however random they may be, Caelestis looked around for more, and after adding a lemon-flavored hard candy to the odd pile (extra emergency rations), only one more thing ended up coming to mind. A bit more significant, but likely still meaningless to the ex-prince. Despite accepting this fact, Caelestis proceeded, creating just enough of a vine from his wrist to pluck off a single gold leaf, and held it out to En directly. "…You can stomp on it when you're mad. Or tear it into pieces, if you'd like. It won't quite hurt, but I'll feel it, somewhat," he said quietly. It seemed best not to mention though, that he could also roughly estimate the location of it in that situation as well, if there was to be any chance of it being accepted. While he hadn't quite caught on to En's pre-existing suspicions of stalking, it wasn't difficult to figure that it wouldn't be especially appreciated from him.
3 years, 1 month ago
There was still plenty of time until his target arrived, so, as he'd come here to do, En sat back down and resumed his meditation, if that was the right term. Meditation in all its forms was meant to create inner peace and qualm moral and emotional conflicts. Clearly, En had long lost that battle, and now only felt guided by such anger and hatred, he wouldn't let it go anytime soon. However, they were ravenous flames that needed to be tamed, unless he wanted a repeat of his home, or, to a lesser extent, his lashing out to Caelestis.
Speaking of which...
En had his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing, but constantly found his focus snapping. At first it was the shuffling of one sitting, then scooting towards him, then the feeling of an intense gaze focused on him. A vein at the side of his head began to throb, and his eyebrows twitched. Just what was that guy doing?
The stare left, and shortly following was the sound of grass and leaves crunching under footsteps. Finally, he could resume--
What was that smell? En's nose twitched. Flowers, but up close. Another of those strange hats? Finally, he opened one eye, then the other when he saw the small offering in front of him. What-- Where did this lemon even come from?! He snapped his head in Caelestis's direction, ready to angrily sign at him that none of this was necessary, until he saw the golden leaf held out to him. He blinked lightly at it. It looked just like the vines he'd seen at the beach.
He reached out to take it when something stopped him. Ways away, he could see a group of men in suits that seemed to surround someone else. His target.
Quickly, the ex-prince got up, golden eyes trained on the moving group. He glanced briefly at Caelestis, and the leaf he held out. No time for that. He turned back to the group and rushed off.
3 years, 1 month ago
And En left.
Caelestis watched with a frown, still holding the leaf that hadn't been taken. Rejected yet again, it seemed. Although at least it didn't appear to have been completely intentional for once. He did vaguely recall the mention of a job of sorts, after all. But while he figured the sort of job it likely was, and understood the importance of it, not being unfamiliar with the concept himself, there was still a sense of disappointment. He let out a long, but quiet sigh. It... was still definitely disappointing.
Once En was far from sight, Caelestis instead looked down at the leaf, staring for a few moments before pocketing it into his shirt. He began getting up himself, but paused to quickly retrieve the other items as well. It would be no good to abandon them here, and… he didn't quite feel ready to forfeit on giving them to En, as silly as it was. Making note of the direction the other had gone in, Caelestis stood up to follow silently along. A far enough distance that he shouldn't get in the way, but would still be able to observe and approach quickly enough to help if needed. Not that he would expect En to need any help though, but it was a better excuse than simply wanting to follow him, wasn't it?
3 years, 1 month ago