[ it's funny how a single question could lead his thoughts down so many different avenues, and how his brain travels through so many memories in the span of seconds. in turn, it softens rafayel's features for just a second, before he clearly shakes it off. seamlessly, he wears his usual mask of nonchalance with a touch of controlled whimsy. ]
What did your lantern look like? [ there's a lot you could tell about a person's preferences from how they create something, after all. with that thought, rafayel doesn't even notice that their racing thoughts finally seem to be slowing down in tempo with aether's own calmness. ] Like, what colors and decorations did you choose? [ and most of all... he wonders what he wished for? but, rafayel doesn't actually ask. intuitively feeling like it's something he shouldn't. ]
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What did your lantern look like? [ there's a lot you could tell about a person's preferences from how they create something, after all. with that thought, rafayel doesn't even notice that their racing thoughts finally seem to be slowing down in tempo with aether's own calmness. ] Like, what colors and decorations did you choose? [ and most of all... he wonders what he wished for? but, rafayel doesn't actually ask. intuitively feeling like it's something he shouldn't. ]