[ why would anyone? his eyes are affixed on the stew, hands cupping the edges of the pot. it's searing hot, and yet he doesn't flinch, doesn't pull away, too entrenched in the sight. his heart throbs and aches with memories he'd once thought were lost to the sands of time. ]
...Thank you.
[ he reaches for a spoon-- and haphazardly, without thinking, shovels a heap of it into his mouth. it burns, at first, the flavor overwhelmed by the heat. but he doesn't care. the undercurrent of acidity, the depth and richness of the broth, the tender beef-- it brings him right back to their small, rundown home in nibelheim. ]
It's... it's good. Really good.
[ and then, in a much smaller voice, eyes wrenching shut-- ]
no subject
[ why would anyone? his eyes are affixed on the stew, hands cupping the edges of the pot. it's searing hot, and yet he doesn't flinch, doesn't pull away, too entrenched in the sight. his heart throbs and aches with memories he'd once thought were lost to the sands of time. ]
...Thank you.
[ he reaches for a spoon-- and haphazardly, without thinking, shovels a heap of it into his mouth. it burns, at first, the flavor overwhelmed by the heat. but he doesn't care. the undercurrent of acidity, the depth and richness of the broth, the tender beef-- it brings him right back to their small, rundown home in nibelheim. ]
It's... it's good. Really good.
[ and then, in a much smaller voice, eyes wrenching shut-- ]
I...
I miss her. So much...