#voicegiven

          ❝ What’s your favorite dream, Eva? ❞

There are a handful of flower petals nestled in his hand as he sits crouched on the cathedral floor by her growing patch of flowers and various plants. The thought had occurred to him as he scooped up the dead and left behind leaves & fallen pedals that had made a mess on the floor. He liked how they felt in his hand; soft and.. well, alive. In their own way, even if at that point, they really weren’t alive at all anymore.

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@woerended you’d make me draw his parents? in detail? that might be the meanest thing you’ve ever done to me

“ MASTER? Do you fear me? Do you fear us? I am a weapon at your behest and yet I cannot help but wonder...! ”

She does this with a level of seriousness in her air that makes Lancelot neither move nor question her. In fact, he lets this go on for a good handful of seconds without any comment at all. He’s waiting for some kind of explanation or change in the action, but... nope. Just gently lying her hands on his chest and looking up at him.

          it took him about... ten minutes to work up the courage to approach her, standing to the side  &  fidgeting with his hands, eyes downcast as he builds that willingness & courage.   ( funny , how she’s one of the kindest people here -- but perhaps that’s why he’s so NERVOUS. )  tapping the couch as he walks behind it, letting her know he’s approaching -- last thing he wants is startling her... --  &  handing a newly acquired blood bead to eva.