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

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Hey, pretty.

[swaggers in, going for a can of soda]

[youngfighter.livejournal.com]

[this one might look familiar, what with those ears of his. and he's just pausing on his way into the kitchen]

...That's a really pretty song.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[... he's not stiffening at all.]

H-hey.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[... he does, but he kicks the feeling away.]

Thanks. I like it a lot.

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[pops it open, taking a swig]

What's goin' on?

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

(Hestia!Aerith is looking around for people she knows here)

Beautiful song.

[youngfighter.livejournal.com]

[scratches behind one]

Did you learn it in your world, or here?

[someone's curious today.]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

Just waiting for the cake to be done.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[a pause, and he smiles.]

Thank you... are you new?

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

You are welcome.

(she nods)

Yes, I am.

(her aura of goddesshood, which is that of calm and safety, should give away what she is)

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

Here.

[tilts his head a little.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Exciting.

[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]

[gives a slight nod, quietly singing.]

[youngfighter.livejournal.com]

[he's in a good mood today, apparently.]

Cool.

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[juuust listens, sitting on a counter]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

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

... family, hm.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

You want some of the cake I'm making, when it comes out?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he's messing with the bandages still there, kicking his feet before noticing he's listening.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[just says nothing, innocently sipping his drink]

[kind-and-caring.livejournal.com]

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

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[glances back at him.]

... hungry?

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Yeah, if you're makin' cake.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

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

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