[ violet is not drinking at the moment. instead, she is watching rondo train with her hands politely in her lap and a muted curious look to her as her head tilts. as his mouth turns downwards, she blinks to attention, shoulders straightening further. ]
Mr. Rondo.
[ her mouth remains in a barely perceptible frown. ]
Oh, Miss Violet... you don't have to call me that. Just Rondo is fine...
[ he says, also using a title.... it's those manners, he can't help himself.
at any rate, rondo pulls his hand away from his face once he's been addressed and offers her a smile, but it's more sheepish, this time, apologetic as he ducks his head. ]
I'm alright: I didn't mean to worry you. I... was just thinking about home, is all.
[ she will never not call him mr. rondo. her brows lift just slightly as she assesses this moment. she is always so incredibly still.
when the observations contradict what he says, it throws her off a moment. so she instead relies on her eyes more than what she would prefer, his words. something is wrong, but she will wait. ]
[ the hopping has rondo to look over - his face is a little warmer, a little amused with it, affectionately friendly as he considers the question. it's nostalgic and warm like the tea he feels like he can still taste, the sweetness of honey and milk and tea leaves, and he huffs, a softly amused noise. ]
That's true. [ ... ] ... I'm from a place called Bolderfall, in the country of Edoras. It's a village tucked among the cliffs in the Cliftlands, and it, like many other places, has its share of troubles, but...
[ there's a pause, as he looks down at the cup again, and feels the urge from the drink - to unfold the problem, to talk about the memory. violet asked, after all. perhaps she wants to hear.
his shoulders scrunch up a little near his ears, and he admits with a breathless exhale: ]
... Well, truthfully, I was thinking about my sister. [ cordelia. the tea taste reminds him so much of home in that regard, a home that hasn't been home in some time, now. ] Our parents died when we were younger, and our butler looked after the two of us. He makes the best cup of tea in the world - well, he makes the best everything in the world. And Cordelia loves tea, so, we used to take teatime together.
I haven't been home in a long time, so... of course, I miss her, very badly. I miss the little things like that.
[ she keeps her hands folded as a drink slides down and hits her hand with a startlingly loud "thunk" of metal under leather. she looks at it and sniffs it, but then just holds it in both her hands, unmoving. ]
She sounds like a wonderful person... I do think I understand this, perhaps a bit... [ her expression remains about as far off as it ever does, like she watches people through fogged glass, a layer of understanding there but wanting to understand further, like others do. what would it be like to have a sibling? she has only ever interacted with someone as such... perhaps once. ] I have met a pair of sisters before, but they were not allowed to remain together.
[ she lifts the glass and sniffs it a moment before taking a sip. it just... tastes like milk so it is acceptable. she bites the rim of the glass briefly after her sip, her brow knitting a little before she puts it down. ]
I acted as a stand-in... I think. I think Taylor, she would hold my hand at night and wish it was Amy's. I'm glad I could offer her such.
[ without knowing the little blonde wolf ears are perked high on her head, she instead offers her gloved hand. ]
Would holding mine offer you comfort at all? I wish to help.
...You're right, that it's similar. My sister and I can't really be together. I write her often, but that's all I can really do. I gave that up, and everything associated with being a Ravus, when I chose to join the Knights Ardante - to dedicate myself to [ sazantos-san ] ...to becoming the Flameguard.
[ mmm. he closes his mouth, for a moment, that bittersweet, softly sad feeling rising up in his chest like it always does, nowadays, when he thinks about sazantos. he's about to step down that path of his own thoughts, a twisted, brambled thing of regrets and sorrow, when violet offers her hand.
and...what a sweet offer. it surprises rondo a little - in this moment, he's reminded of alaune, in the kind gesture that speaks a thousand words with barely just a few, in the genuineness of her attempt to help. he can feel himself - embarrassingly, rondo feels himself tear up a little, and when he smiles at violet, it's warm and soft. ]
... I'd like that a lot, Miss Violet. [ weh. he lifts his own hand - also in leather gloves, his usual knight's uniform as pristine as it was the day he arrived - and very gently sets it in hers. ] Thank you.
[ and - when he looks up and spots the ears, he lets out a little noise, a soft laugh, and then shakes his head, looking down at his teacup. ]
The young lady must have appreciated your kindness. [ he gives her hand, heavy as it is, a little squeeze. ] As I do, now.
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Mr. Rondo.
[ her mouth remains in a barely perceptible frown. ]
Are you feeling... unwell?
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[ he says, also using a title.... it's those manners, he can't help himself.
at any rate, rondo pulls his hand away from his face once he's been addressed and offers her a smile, but it's more sheepish, this time, apologetic as he ducks his head. ]
I'm alright: I didn't mean to worry you. I... was just thinking about home, is all.
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[ she will never not call him mr. rondo. her brows lift just slightly as she assesses this moment. she is always so incredibly still.
when the observations contradict what he says, it throws her off a moment. so she instead relies on her eyes more than what she would prefer, his words. something is wrong, but she will wait. ]
What is your home like?
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You mean where I'm from, or the whole world...?
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[ immediately, unflinching. he laughs, but his eyes remain focused upon his drink. she scoots her stool closer, hop hop hop. ]
Within your world. We will be here all day I believe if you were to tell me about an entire world.
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That's true. [ ... ] ... I'm from a place called Bolderfall, in the country of Edoras. It's a village tucked among the cliffs in the Cliftlands, and it, like many other places, has its share of troubles, but...
[ there's a pause, as he looks down at the cup again, and feels the urge from the drink - to unfold the problem, to talk about the memory. violet asked, after all. perhaps she wants to hear.
his shoulders scrunch up a little near his ears, and he admits with a breathless exhale: ]
... Well, truthfully, I was thinking about my sister. [ cordelia. the tea taste reminds him so much of home in that regard, a home that hasn't been home in some time, now. ] Our parents died when we were younger, and our butler looked after the two of us. He makes the best cup of tea in the world - well, he makes the best everything in the world. And Cordelia loves tea, so, we used to take teatime together.
I haven't been home in a long time, so... of course, I miss her, very badly. I miss the little things like that.
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[ she keeps her hands folded as a drink slides down and hits her hand with a startlingly loud "thunk" of metal under leather. she looks at it and sniffs it, but then just holds it in both her hands, unmoving. ]
She sounds like a wonderful person... I do think I understand this, perhaps a bit... [ her expression remains about as far off as it ever does, like she watches people through fogged glass, a layer of understanding there but wanting to understand further, like others do. what would it be like to have a sibling? she has only ever interacted with someone as such... perhaps once. ] I have met a pair of sisters before, but they were not allowed to remain together.
[ she lifts the glass and sniffs it a moment before taking a sip. it just... tastes like milk so it is acceptable. she bites the rim of the glass briefly after her sip, her brow knitting a little before she puts it down. ]
I acted as a stand-in... I think. I think Taylor, she would hold my hand at night and wish it was Amy's. I'm glad I could offer her such.
[ without knowing the little blonde wolf ears are perked high on her head, she instead offers her gloved hand. ]
Would holding mine offer you comfort at all? I wish to help.
no subject
...You're right, that it's similar. My sister and I can't really be together. I write her often, but that's all I can really do. I gave that up, and everything associated with being a Ravus, when I chose to join the Knights Ardante - to dedicate myself to [ sazantos-san ] ...to becoming the Flameguard.
[ mmm. he closes his mouth, for a moment, that bittersweet, softly sad feeling rising up in his chest like it always does, nowadays, when he thinks about sazantos. he's about to step down that path of his own thoughts, a twisted, brambled thing of regrets and sorrow, when violet offers her hand.
and...what a sweet offer. it surprises rondo a little - in this moment, he's reminded of alaune, in the kind gesture that speaks a thousand words with barely just a few, in the genuineness of her attempt to help. he can feel himself - embarrassingly, rondo feels himself tear up a little, and when he smiles at violet, it's warm and soft. ]
... I'd like that a lot, Miss Violet. [ weh. he lifts his own hand - also in leather gloves, his usual knight's uniform as pristine as it was the day he arrived - and very gently sets it in hers. ] Thank you.
[ and - when he looks up and spots the ears, he lets out a little noise, a soft laugh, and then shakes his head, looking down at his teacup. ]
The young lady must have appreciated your kindness. [ he gives her hand, heavy as it is, a little squeeze. ] As I do, now.