#isavari

☀ for one muse to surprise the other with a home-cooked meal

     MOST OF THE TIME, it was best not to trust Ozymandias anywhere in a kitchen. He was exceedingly proud, so asking him to do something simple like cutting carrots might as well be equivalent to telling him to fold clothes. In other words, it was best to not bother. However, in the very, very rare moments that he did go along with such things, it was certainly worth writing down on a calendar since chances of him being that generous was no different from catching sight of a shooting star on a clear summer night. So, then, why was it that he stood before Ari now with a plate full of food? And why was it, that it looked edible? Was this a trick? Was the sweet aroma that wafted from that meal a lie? ❝I made you some baked gnocchi. I was not sure if you have had this before, but it looked rather delicious when I saw it in the recipe book.❞

i’m killing someone, hold please.

critical role sentence starters || accepting

[2/2] Avenger peeks around the doorway to the kitchen, eyes wide and guileless, and gives a brief, dazzling smile. “Happy Holidays, master! No openin’ presents ‘til Christmas proper, but… I’m makin’ Bebinca, t’ tide ya over ‘til Christmas mornin’.” And, perhaps, as a light apology for overtaking his home with the overabundance of her ‘holiday spirit’ as it were. 

               « 神秘 » There were rarely circumstances Gilgamesh would react with anything akin to disbelief, but if there had to be one, then this scene would be it. What had once been a simplistic abode, albeit decorated with golden relics of old and the finest in furniture, had now been displaced by all things Christmas. An eyebrow was raised as he inspected the extent of the transformation, expression that of one in deep thought and amusement. A change had not been entirely unexpected, the vampire had sensed Avenger moving about in the evening. However, he did not command her actions ( even if such was their initial contract ), so she was free to do as she liked. Moreover, the oddly enticing sweetness he had awoken to ought to have been a hint too. Yet, nothing could prepare him completely for the beaming smile on her features. 

              While there was nothing pessimistic about Avenger, it was the first time he had seen such genuine excitement over such an event. Perhaps he had in children ( souls who have yet to see the world ) he seen in passing, but she was no child. For one to have experienced the harsher truths of the world and not have their spirits crushed for all of time was worthy of his respect, and the admiration of others. She never ceased to entertain him with her words and behaviour, and today was no different. He had little interest in celebrating this occasion, it seems her mood was rather infectious.

              “It appears someone has succumb to the holiday fever,” he grinned, reaching the kitchen to peek at her work in progress. It also granted him the opportunity to place a distinctive hat of festive red and fluffy white. “As ‘punishment’ for rearranging my house without my permission, you shall be ‘Santa’ for today!”

                 As he nodded in approval of Avenger’s transformation into the fabled figure, the main living area underwent one of its own. The decoration remained, but one part of the wall now homed a rustic fireplace and the tree now sheltered a few extra presents. He had seen in many illustrations depicting Christmas, and a little change of interior design may just be one thing he needed.

oh no

While she's waiting for Rider in order to start their first baking lesson, she's taken to playing with the sphinx kittens, holding one up in her lap and crooning 'I just can't wait to be king' as if the kitten is singing it to the rest of them.

"Y' know, I had a thought," a dangerous opening line to be sure, but when it came down to it, the same could be said of most things, in the wrong conditions. This is what she tells herself as she barrels onward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "An' that thought was, basically, if ya knew any songs worth teachin' in your own language...?" The last lilts upward in the vaguest suggestion of an inquiry, head tilting and lips quirking. "I... it'd be interestin' t' hear what it sounds like, is all."

     WHAT A WAY TO approach him. At first, his eye narrowed slightly as if he was expecting his fellow Servant to come to him with nonsense he held little to no interest in, but then the words that followed...now that was not something he could have ever foreseen. Someone in this building was always surprising him one way or another, but this? Well...this was something else entirely in how utterly unexpected it truly was. ❝You wish for me to sing to you?❞ Ah...he had not done that in a while. Perhaps the few times a certain trio came to visit him as they lied upon his lap or curled by his side, but no one else had ever caught even a hint of his voice in such a manner. The thought of singing in general was embarrassing enough, yet at the same time...considering Ari had always shown a great interest in his culture and religion, he supposed it was fine if she was allowed this extremely rare luxury.