𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆

          He  catches  the  crumpled  paper  as  she  throws  it-  and  smooths  it  out  to  look  it  over.  It's  wobbly,  uneven...  but  for  such  an  early  attempt...  it's  clear  which  seal  it's  meant  to  be;  water  shot.  "  Chihiro...  why  would  you  throw  this  away?  "  holding  it  out  to  her.  "  You  didn't  even  complete  the  circle.  So  how  would  you  know  whether  or  not  it  works?  Here.  Lets  try  it  again...  "

𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅   𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅   of   the   crumpled   piece   never   came   prompting   the   little   witch   to   immediately   turn   around   to   where   she   threw   it.   ah,   shoot!   mr.   qifrey!   ❛    i–   uhm…   ❜   her   panicked   gaze   darted   from   the   paper   in   the   older’s   hands   up   to   his   features.   

a   dozen   words   flooded   her   brain   that   very   instant   yet   not   even   a   couple   of   them   could   form   into   any   comprehensible   excuse.   with   a   sigh   the   girl   turned   away,   hiding   her   shame.   ❛   it   doesn’t   matter,   it   won’t   work.   i   just   know   it,   even   if   i   complete   the   circle   i   won’t   be   able   to   do   it.   ❜ 

folded   arms   rested   atop   her   knees,   her   chin   soon   following   after.   ❛   maybe   i’m   just   not   fit   to   be   a   witch.   ❜ 

❝ tell me, what's wrong. ❞ lowered down, one knee upon the ground, does he carefully cradle his daughter's cheeks within the palms of his hands. normally stern gaze softening ━━━ amber gold carrying a worried glint. ( sc / @innosen )

❛   d-daddy… ❜   misty   pools   of   charcoal   gazed   into   the   veteran   actor’s   honey   gold   ones.   her   fingers   tightened   around   the   script   in   her   hand,   crumpling   its   edges   as   her   shoulders   began   to   shake. ❛   i-it’s   been   the   third   time   the   director   stopped   the   shoot   for   a   break,   and   i   can’t   help   but   feel   like   it’s   my   fault… ❜

it   didn’t   help   that   the   director’s   energy   had   changed   from   when   they   first   started.   the   words   of   affirmation   she   once   gave,   despite   chihiro’s   imperfect   delivery,   were   gone,   and   the   usual   check-ups   after   every   take   had   turned   into   a   simple, ❛   just…   take   a   break. ❜   auntie   director   is   definitely   mad   at   me.

❛   i    -i   couldn’t   get   my   lines   right… ❜   her   voice   wavered. ❛   i   stutter,   and   i   keep   forgetting   the   words   on   the   script. ❜

along   with   her   tears,   the   paper   slipped   from   her   grasp   and   fell   to   the   ground.   her   forehead   pressed   against   her   father’s   shoulder,   clinging   to   the   last   bit   of   comfort   she   could   find   for   the   day.

❛   i   don’t   think   i’m   cut   out   for   this…   being   an   actress,   i   mean. ❜

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie , either by putting it on or adjusting it / modern racer genti now has a beautifully tied-tie ala shoelace ribbon-style courtesy of one chihiro 🙂‍↕️🎀 HAHAHHA

its when they catch the blur of something in pastels in the corner of their eye that alvise stands stock still , feigning surprise when they hear the sound of chi's slippers stop before them. " yes ? " they hum in acknowledgment , attention easily shifting from their task of fastening cufflinks. eyes dipping to a crown of hazel hair as hands tug at the ends of their suit , a firm tug and a noise of complaint prompts them to follow @innosen's incessant pulling , sinking down until argenti's leveled with their daughter's eyes and decidedly determined look.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ " what's this ? are you going to help me with my tie ? " its a rhetoric question , they know. especially when they're leveled with a look that usually leaves no room for arguments. argenti did promise to let her help with their tie next time ; that time is now , apparently. chihiro reminds them as much , hands already busy fussing with the tie as she loops it over their neck , huffing at the thick waves of hair that prevents her from slipping it under their collar. argenti can hear her complaining about how they have too much hair and promptly ask if they'll ever cut it , both those things draw a smile from them. something fond in their gaze as they move their hair from under the tie , helping chi a little by slipping it under their collar with a hum. they can only blink in response when they're rightfully called out for cheating. " that's not true, i was helping. i was worried you'd start running for the scissors and your papa quite likes their hair. " chihiro says something in response , but her voice is too soft and the words were said too quick for them to catch it.

thus , alvise waits , hums a tune from the show she was watching the night before and by the time their daughter was done──who clearly doesn't know how to tie a necktie , because argenti can hear her singing the bunny rhyme despite chihiro's attempt to be quiet about it── they barely have to try feigning a delighted gasp when chihiro exclaims an , ' all done ! ' with a smile and a clap. they get promptly led to the living room where a mirror stands in the corner , and its only thanks to their impeccable hearing that they don't look surprised at all about the results. the results , of course , being closer to a drooping bowtie as it hung loosely from their neck. " its wonderful. thank you , my sweet. "

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎argenti taps lightly at the furrow between her brows , leaning down to press a kiss on the child's forehead before they stare at their reflection. hands straightening the crooked thing and hums in contemplation when it flops back down. their gaze flits back to their daughter that continues to linger by their side , reaching a hand to fix the crooked bowtie at the side of her head. " will you do my tie next time as well ? i think i'd feel less nervous going to work if you did. i'm sure your aunt rona would be jealous to see this , why don't you offer to do her's next time you see her ? "