one correct philosphy.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[sitting atop the kitchen counter, just listening and singing along as he waits for that cake to finish baking. that vanilla aroma might be going throughout the room.]

How do you feel, that is the question.
But I forget, you don't expect an easy answer.
When something like a soul becomes initialized,
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes,
You can't expect a bit of hope.
So while you're outside looking in, describing what you see,
Remember what you're staring at is me...

Comments

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[can't help but feel comforted by her presence, like a child around a mother.]

A... goddess?

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

(she nods)

Of the hearth and family.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[can't help but smile a little homesick-ly.]

... family, hm.

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

Yes.
Family in the literal sense, and in the figurative sense, as well.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

That's a good thing to rule over, isn't it?

[although he looks kind of sad at thinking of it.]

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

It is. I do my best at it.

(motherly time is go)

Are you all right?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he fidgets a little, slowly nodding.]

Now, I am.

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

(aw...she feels bad for him. totally willing to give him a hug)

That is good to here.
I am not one of the most powerful goddesses, but I am willing to help you.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he blinks a little, blushing.]

Th-that's okay...

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

All right.

(now, she's quite intrigued by the oven...)

You are making cake?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he nods with a smile.]

Yeah. Vanilla and chocolate swirl.

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

It smells good.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

I hope so.

First time making it.

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

Impressive first time.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[blushes, scratches the back of his neck.]

Thanks...

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

(she points at the oven)

How does this work?

(referring to the oven. XD she has no idea what it is)

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

Heat goes into the wires and the heat cooks the food, I guess...

[glances back to it.]

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

(stares at it, amazed)

Impressive.