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Daeva
You know. I don’t. Feel a lot of anything any more. I used to but don’t. I think it might be a little… aftershock. Numbness. From the… After events. Of the containment. Er. Yeah. But, it’s funny, you know? I’ve run into Daeva maybe three times, but it feels like I’ve known her for longer.
It felt like she had her doors open before I was even knocking.
So while I don’t feel much of anything… I do feel that there’s something to be said for that. Maybe I’m just being stupid.
Roses || Caleb & Daeva
She smells like snowflakes. Caleb doesn't know much about other kinds-save for the fact that they exist, that is-and it's a bit strange to see one out in the open like this. Even still, he can't help but be drawn to her; she looks interesting, like she's stories to tell and places hidden in the photographs on her shelves. Ducking around a potted fern outside of the florist shop, he tips his head to the side and smiles...oh, but she can't see him, can she? A more direct approach, maybe...maybe he could... "Pardon me, ma'am?" he slips a rose free from the holder near the door and hands the girl at the counter enough change to cover it as he steps to where the woman is standing. Gentle hand on hers, and he guides her to take the flower, "I just thought someone as lovely as yourself could do with a rose on a Tuesday." A silly explanation, but...well, what could you expect from him, prose?
