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[silno_pyanstvo]

[December 27. Normally, nothing special about today (though, she should go and check on Afganis-tan) but well, Mayfield had decided to make sure the date was one Roshian was not going to forget. A year. A very busy year, not the most horrible or the best or the most important or the most forgettable, not really. Except... there was something to be

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[motheringnation]

You're back!

Oh. I've been here over a year now.

[silno_pyanstvo]

Was back in time for Christmas.

How long has sister been here?

[motheringnation]

Oh. I have a present for you if you want it.

Ah....[Counting in her head.] A year and a month now I think?...I came here last November...

[silno_pyanstvo]

Oh. Thank you.

You have been here as long as Luke. Do you know him?

tl;dr because I don't know if this'll be more than a few awkward tags. ;u;

[legberjack]

[ STILL NOT TALKING TO YOU, WOMAN.

However, in a moment when your back is turned, you may notice a poorly-wrapped package appearing behind you, with no "FROM:" tag. NOT THAT HE CARES ABOUT YOU ANYMORE. FUCK.

Tch. Why would he-- shit.

At the end of the day, no matter what he wants or dreams, he too has been here for over a year, and he too has changed. For the better or worse is up to debate, but there is one resounding fact: he may not care about the holiday or town or anything else, but he did care enough for the people he lived with to put effort and thought forward for them.

Even if he'll never admit it. ]

You know I love your tl;dr

[silno_pyanstvo]

[She had made her choice, a while ago, and she wasn't going to change her mind just because of a little messily-wrapped (and probably cheap and trashy) present. She was through with everything, with caring for the other "adult" Mayfield had decided to house her with. Let him have his droned witch, and she would be fine without him. Ukraine was right. He was a fool.

Roshian had no time to waste on fools.

She picks up the package and goes to throw it out, then pauses. It can't hurt to just open it and see what trinket he thought would buy her favor.]

[legberjack]

[ Giriko was never good at wrapping, no. He was someone who was skilled at building, creating, and destroying, not hiding things.

When she opens the package, she'll find a lovingly crafted box made of dark polished wood, setting a background for the detail made from silver, enamel, and sparkling cut glass. It isn't perfect, by any stretch of the imagination - certain details are larger on different sides, for example, but there's no denying that it was made with extreme care.

If Roshian still decides to not throw it away, she'll find that it's more or less set up like one of those cheap ballerina jewelry boxes, only with a tiny golem in place of the plastic dancer, covered in metal and enamel scale to allow for movement. Once the box is open, the little construct will spring to life, presenting the only thing to be found in the handcrafted box: a pair of chamomile earrings, handmade from silver and crystal glass, and imperfect just like the box and their maker.

Happy anniversary, woman. ]

[silno_pyanstvo]

[There's a long moment where she doesn't know how to react, just running her hands over the lid of the box, taking the jewelry from the little golem, examining the chainsaw's handiwork (she has always liked pretty things). She doesn't know what to feel for a moment, wasn't expecting this.

Then the anger starts, fractured and hot. He knew she didn't want this. She was finished with him. She was not going to be bought with anything, not words, not actions, not promises, not shiny presents he must have worked for days on (she could almost picture it, if she let herself, him fumbling with the tiny pieces in his oversized gloves, cursing under his breath at the detailed work). He'd used words before, promised things, done what he could to protect her, and she was still second to a dead witch

[b_as_a_criminal]

Just one.

[silno_pyanstvo]

What are your thoughts about this place?