[Written]
[The advent of spring is beautiful in a mikan orchard. Small white blossoms are everywhere between the leaves, and while there's little to no fruit on offer, it's more than enough of a sight for a mother and daughter to make the trip up here; ostensibly to survey the grove for any damage done in the last of winter, but it's just an excuse.
It's the first time Nami gets to share this sight with Bellemere in nearly twelve years.
Maybe she can be thankful that you stayed long enough for this, mama.
She doesn't come home that day. It's only towards afternoon that she reaches for her journal, writing in impersonal black strokes. It's okay. It's really okay. It's really...
This is Luceti. It was never going to last.]
Bellemere's gone.
It's the first time Nami gets to share this sight with Bellemere in nearly twelve years.
Maybe she can be thankful that you stayed long enough for this, mama.
She doesn't come home that day. It's only towards afternoon that she reaches for her journal, writing in impersonal black strokes. It's okay. It's really okay. It's really...
This is Luceti. It was never going to last.]
Bellemere's gone.
[action]
Like BatmanMatching his teasing with a tired attempt of her own, and grateful to the powers that be that she has it in her for that. Her eyes follow his to the sake, and she offers him a small grin.]I won't say no.
[action]
Sit.
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And she will never tell him that, naturally. She waves idly at the glasses.] Be my guest.
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He picks up a glass and raises it in a silent toast to Nami. This is his comfort, cold as it is. He knows she'll understand.]