fingertips trail the expanse of her armrest, and while she has been granted the usage of her eyes once more, the sound of footsteps bring recognition to his identity before anything else. ❝ suzaku, ❞ she says, kindly and affectionately, the tone she speaks in being that of a girl in the presence of one she thinks of as an elder sibling. nunnally draws her gaze away from the scenery outside, and while she can’t see it, she is still keenly aware of the gentle rustling of leaves, the flapping of birds’ wings, the soft breeze brushing golden strands from youthful features. it all sings the symphony of peace, and yet the solemn smile nunnally wears says something more ( something is lacking, after all — it’s left a gaping hole in such a small girl’s heart ).
❝ thank you for working hard, as always. ❞ she pauses briefly, the softest of pitter patters against carpet replacing her greeting smile with one of sheepishness. ❝ ah... it looks like mr. cat wants to say ‘hello’ too ! ❞ with the window open, it isn’t a surprise to see a stray wander into her office... though, when it’s the same cat over and over, someone has to ask what nunnally does to entice its frequent visits ( it’s a shame the crumbs on the windowsill are a clear giveaway ). // @knightsterror
