Bring Me Some Hope || Hoku & Adriel
adrielreed:
Despite the sickness, the inability to go to work, and the embarrassment that plagued Adriel, the innocent comment from Hoku had made the witch giggle. She had, at least for the moment, completely forgotten about the troubles ailing her, and could only focus on her laughter. “It’s an expression,” she stated after pausing her chuckle, “it means something is spicy. I actually don’t know why it’s called ‘kick’.” The witch continued cutting up the chicken breast, looking up when Hoku asked about a particular vegetable. “Oh, no, that’s a ghost pepper,” her eyes widened slightly, “and it’s really spicy. Like, one of the spiciest peppers ever, so maybe we shouldn’t use that one.”
Hoku’s compliment about her capability brought a warm redness to Adriel’s cheeks. “Thank you for the confidence. I’m going to try my best,” she said with a nod. As with anything Adriel said, this was true; but she felt more invigorated by this task than any other request from a friend. Maybe it was because she was curious about fixing a curse she had never seen before - or maybe it was because her powers would be used for something that was so important to another human being. “Uh, depends on what it’s for. Since it’s a memory one, I’ll mostly need rosemary and vanilla,” she answered. Adriel pulled out a pan and began sauteing the chicken before it would go into the soup. “You can even boil water?” she asked, dumbfounded as she watched the water slowly bubble from the heat.
Hoku was modest about his powers. It was as if they were first-hand - nothing special - so when people made comments about his prowess, he merely wanted to goop away and blush. Instead, he nodded at her as he twirled the sphere of boiling water casually, watching her prepare the meat. “Moa. That’s what its called in Hawaiian,” he nodded to the chicken, smiling dumbly as he remembered the word. Some things, however, he could not remember the word for. “I don’t know what a rosemary or a vanilla is. The first one sounds like a vegetable and the second sounds like a fruit,” he guessed, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m pretty good at taking off with stuff outside the markets, so if you show me what they look like I can get them.”
His eyes draped around the room languidly, but he found them tracing back to Adriel, tracing the skin below her eyes.
For a moment, he tried to look away but he couldn’t help but gaze at her.
“I’m sorry, I’m no help. What do you want me to do? I can talk about stuff, even though I don’t know the names of a lot of things. Like this one person asked where they could eat hot dogs and I told them why would you want to eat a dog that’s dehydrated and in the sun?”

















