A Stormy Eve for Songbirds [hearth day, closed]
Mar 18, 2023 19:06:23 GMT -5
Post by Cantio von Lumen on Mar 18, 2023 19:06:23 GMT -5
He chokes up.
His expression doesn’t fall, but his quizzical smile disappears into an expression that could best be described as utterly dumbfounded. Golden eyes wide, he looks at the contents of that little box as though it contains the very secrets of the universe.
But it contains two little earrings; beautiful, handmade earrings with a golden sun and a lightning bolt dangling from its main piece. That’s what it would look like, anyways, if Cantio’s vision wasn’t already blurred. “My goodness, Astrid…” he manages, his voice hushed; he hesitantly reaches out, pulling one of the earrings from its spot in that fine red cushion.
The metal is cool against his skin: gold and silver glinting in the lantern light of house Storm-Lumen as he examines the craftsmanship that Astrid has put into each detail. Warmth seeps through his chest and into his bones, softening his expression; he’s seen Astrid’s talent so many times— armour, weapons, and gadgets alike— but this is the first time she’s made something specifically for him.
It’s a little overwhelming, actually...
He bubbles into a sheepish laugh, holding the earring against his collarbone with both hands overlapping, because it’s something precious. He turns his golden gaze to Astrid, reaching out with his closest arm, to pull the girl into a side-hug despite her distance in the chair. “Thank you, Astrid… they’re beautiful.” He says, his voice soft in the wonderment of receiving a gift from his daughter on Hearth Day.
He looks warmly at the earring left in the box; the rest of Astrid’s words have had time to sink in; and he knows exactly what to do with each beautiful, but unique piece that she’s made. Pulling away just a bit to take Astrid gently by the wrist; he turns over her hand, and places the earring he’s holding in the middle of her palm, before folding her fingers gently over to cover it.
“I want you to take one.” He says, clasping both hands over her curled fist; he looks a bit guilty as he continues. “I… know I wasn’t able to get you anything nice for Hearth Day save a meal, but… you worked hard on this, and they’re… they’re perfect, Astrid. They really are.” His golden eyes gleam. “I know you made them for me, but I want to share them with you.” He releases her hand, smile still warm as he picks up the remaining earring, letting it sit snug in his palm.
“One for each of us, for our first Hearth Day together as a family.”
His expression doesn’t fall, but his quizzical smile disappears into an expression that could best be described as utterly dumbfounded. Golden eyes wide, he looks at the contents of that little box as though it contains the very secrets of the universe.
But it contains two little earrings; beautiful, handmade earrings with a golden sun and a lightning bolt dangling from its main piece. That’s what it would look like, anyways, if Cantio’s vision wasn’t already blurred. “My goodness, Astrid…” he manages, his voice hushed; he hesitantly reaches out, pulling one of the earrings from its spot in that fine red cushion.
The metal is cool against his skin: gold and silver glinting in the lantern light of house Storm-Lumen as he examines the craftsmanship that Astrid has put into each detail. Warmth seeps through his chest and into his bones, softening his expression; he’s seen Astrid’s talent so many times— armour, weapons, and gadgets alike— but this is the first time she’s made something specifically for him.
It’s a little overwhelming, actually...
He bubbles into a sheepish laugh, holding the earring against his collarbone with both hands overlapping, because it’s something precious. He turns his golden gaze to Astrid, reaching out with his closest arm, to pull the girl into a side-hug despite her distance in the chair. “Thank you, Astrid… they’re beautiful.” He says, his voice soft in the wonderment of receiving a gift from his daughter on Hearth Day.
He looks warmly at the earring left in the box; the rest of Astrid’s words have had time to sink in; and he knows exactly what to do with each beautiful, but unique piece that she’s made. Pulling away just a bit to take Astrid gently by the wrist; he turns over her hand, and places the earring he’s holding in the middle of her palm, before folding her fingers gently over to cover it.
“I want you to take one.” He says, clasping both hands over her curled fist; he looks a bit guilty as he continues. “I… know I wasn’t able to get you anything nice for Hearth Day save a meal, but… you worked hard on this, and they’re… they’re perfect, Astrid. They really are.” His golden eyes gleam. “I know you made them for me, but I want to share them with you.” He releases her hand, smile still warm as he picks up the remaining earring, letting it sit snug in his palm.
“One for each of us, for our first Hearth Day together as a family.”