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sᴀʀɪᴇʟ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴇʀ. ([personal profile] balks) wrote2019-06-17 06:45 am

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hymnals: only wanna know bout love (don't wanna know bout evil)

[personal profile] hymnals 2019-07-31 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[He won't force Sariel to elaborate. But he's got a pretty good guess, now. It makes him more curious, and a little concerned, too--just what is this man? There's an innocent gentleness to him, but Adra only knows of a few primary uses for knives outside of the kitchen and he's not sure this guy is a craftsman, either.

That was a good slice, though.]


That's a good start. I'll need you to cut it up into a bunch of smaller slices, though--like this.

[He turns and takes a little finished chiffon pie out of the fridge; it's decorated with small, candied orange slices and elegant swirls of whipped cream.]

I'm gonna boil these up and cover them in sugar. Makes a nice garnish.
hymnals: and every flower came floating right back to me. (you threw flowers into the sea)

[personal profile] hymnals 2019-08-24 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
About ten, I'd say. Enough to make a circle.

[Sariel isn't childish, nor is he even really childlike--but there's something off about him, nevertheless. He's like a book filled with largely blank pages. He cuts the orange precisely, and with no trouble, but his sense of why he's doing it or what it could be for seems sparse. An inchoate existence.

Adra wants to hover, to watch him, but the man really does know his way around a knife. So he'll leave Sariel to it, and carry out with other tasks just beside him--cutting up other fruit, mixing eggs and flour and sugar into a bowl, this and that. Pretty soon the kitchen is alive with fresh scents and the low hum of a warming oven. It's a good, comforting scene.]


Thanks for your help.