#safiirimaagi

❛  you know you have the most amazing smile ?  ❜ maybe this is why this young lady felt compelled to speak to him. he carries himself like someone who already knows about her compliment, but she gives it anyway.

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Sanson will begrudgingly cosplay. Also it’s a medicine box.

It wasn’t uncommon for his room to be left empty. Despite the man always seeming to drift back into the shadows, he very rarely slips back into his room unless it’s very much needed. The plants he would have resting would be growing on a long desk attached to the wall, with a couple of medical utensils properly positioned and cleaned resting in their own safe space. 

It’s quiet, despite the casual ‘tick’ of a clock somewhere. Books of all shapes and sizes were filed accordingly except for a couple that remained at his desk. Stories of different eras. She would recognize a few of them with a couple of familiar names. Some with important tabs stickied into them- important information he was marking, perhaps? 

The specific book that Astraea had picked up was titled, “Greek Historic Literature”. It seemed to be in the middle of old and new. Not too old to be worn, but not new enough to have a gloss. Upon cracking the book open, she would see that a couple of the stickied markers are next to familiar names. 

Hades... Persephone... Artemis... Hermes... There was even a section stickie marked with Astraea’s name. 

The Goddess would hear a couple of loud words (in French) before the door was pulled open, closing behind the man while he had hung the coat he usually wore on the door hanger behind him. 

A tired SIGH, and the doctor would stand there in silence for a moment. 

“Hm....” 

Eyes trailing to the side, he suddenly felt a sharp surprise jolt through him. 

“Astraea-!” A surprise, the man didn’t register that the woman had been comfortably leafing through one of the books he had collected until his eyes focused. Realizing this, he suddenly felt embarrassed for a split second. 

“Ah... I saved those to look over later, but I had not had the chance to read them in detail yet. I wanted to know a little more about other servants... and their stories. I hope that does not seem off to you.” 

He’s ashamed of her finding out this way, but at least he’s honest in his intentions. 

Smash Or Pass?

Another sensation of someone entering his private quarters when he had not been around struck the assassin. Being good at being able to tell when someone has entered his private space of securty, the man calmly makes his way back to his room. Hands empty, of course, since he had finished helping the Master out with the last bit of the preparation to the celebration in the main hall. 

It’s far too noisy for his taste, so he opts to slink back and enjoy his solace. 

His eyes cast around the dark of his room when he finally pressed through. The main and obvious difference is that there were two bold colors that stuck out from the silhouette of his candles. 

Elegantly wrapped with such a great detail, only a goddess could know how to possibly do this with such skill. Ribbons and everything, there was only one servant who would match the colors coordinated with this specific gift. 

Hands carefully unwinding the ribbons and paper, purposefully placing said ribbons aside for now (he would deem them as useful for keeping some of his plants from wilting), the man’s fingertips gently pressed on the cover of an entirely new journal left for him. A set of pens, nicely settled with quality ink, were laid right beside it for him to observe. 

His older journals were getting fuller and fuller by the months passing. Each one of them filled with different thoughts, different memories, and different pieces of information that tend to overwhelm the assassin. It’s why he rarely peers into them, only to write what his mind demands him to jot down before slamming the journal shut. 

Granted, he had begun to get better at writing for fun. The whispering and taunting of his inner mind had eased- in fact, had all hushed and quieted ever since he had come back from their last singularity. He had not touched any journals since then, but upon seeing this gift here… he truthfully wanted to start off a fresh page anew. 

A fresh start. A new beginning. Perhaps… he could write about the future, instead of the past. Instead of the mistakes and grievances that had plagued him prior to the moment he was almost lost. 

Thankfully, the man would set out and look for her room. Not only to give her the gift he had yet to give her, but to thank her for giving him the gift of the future. 

Hopefully…  he would move forward with her blessing. 

Astraea has Received: A bracelet crafted with an indestructible sword of justice as a symbol of just and balance! It is made with the same material one would make prayer beads out of, representing that the assassin’s prayers to justice are at the hands of Astraea. There is also a vase of lilies, too, to show the virtue she protects and fights for.  

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