[ handwaves they made up in their other thread otherwise this is gonna be real awkward
It starts on a Wednesday, with Wriothesley's pink-and-blue hummingbird drone zipping across base to find Ishmael and deliver upon her a gift: a single stem yellow rose (probably genetically modified, let's be real), along with a small folded note. (Real paper? In this economy???) ]
Ishmael par jeu me jecta de la neige, Que je cuidoys froide, certainement: Mais c’estoit feu, l’expérience en ay je,
[ (There's no signature, but considering the contents of the delivery there probably doesn't need to be one.) ]
[ On Thursday, Sigewinne (yeah, that's what he named his hummingbird drone, so sue him) makes her triumphant return, this time with a second flower (a peach rose) and a second note. ]
Car embrasé, je fus soudainement. Puis que le feu loge secretement Dedans la neige, où trouveray je place Pour n’ardre point?
[ It's Friday and you know the drill. Ishmael gets her last delivery of one more folded note, with the rose traded out for a small box, inside which is a set of small hairpins. (i wanted to do earrings so bad but they haven't gotten their piercings yet, falls to my knees) ]
Ishmael, ta seule grâce Estaindre peult le feu que je sens bien, Non point par eau, par neige ne par glace, Mais par sentir un feu pareil au mien.
[ well. it's a good thing she knows a little bit of fr*nch thanks to her seatmate on the bus being a stoic fr*nchman, but meursault would never talk like this... as far as she knows anyway.
it's still surreal, being able to experience romance in this lifetime. expensive roses aside, the poem is what catches her off-guard and leaves her a flushed mess every time she receives his gift. so this is how he feels about her, huh. the fire to his ice...
she's not obligated to get him anything in return, since they are apology gifts. but on the fourth day, wriothesley will receive a simple picture of those two roses in a small vase at her desk, catching some sun from the nearby window. he will also see her wearing the hairpins he gave her, and she seems to be smiling more than usual that day.
all in all, she's very spoiled. maybe she should get jealous more often (no) ]
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delivery, across the span of three days
It starts on a Wednesday, with Wriothesley's pink-and-blue hummingbird drone zipping across base to find Ishmael and deliver upon her a gift: a single stem yellow rose (probably genetically modified, let's be real), along with a small folded note. (Real paper? In this economy???) ]
Ishmael par jeu me jecta de la neige,
Que je cuidoys froide, certainement:
Mais c’estoit feu, l’expérience en ay je,
[ (There's no signature, but considering the contents of the delivery there probably doesn't need to be one.) ]
day 2
Car embrasé, je fus soudainement.
Puis que le feu loge secretement
Dedans la neige, où trouveray je place
Pour n’ardre point?
[ There's stil no signature. ]
day 3
Ishmael, ta seule grâce
Estaindre peult le feu que je sens bien,
Non point par eau, par neige ne par glace,
Mais par sentir un feu pareil au mien.
[ ooc: full poem and translation ]
help me
it's still surreal, being able to experience romance in this lifetime. expensive roses aside, the poem is what catches her off-guard and leaves her a flushed mess every time she receives his gift. so this is how he feels about her, huh. the fire to his ice...
she's not obligated to get him anything in return, since they are apology gifts. but on the fourth day, wriothesley will receive a simple picture of those two roses in a small vase at her desk, catching some sun from the nearby window. he will also see her wearing the hairpins he gave her, and she seems to be smiling more than usual that day.
all in all, she's very spoiled. maybe she should get jealous more often (no) ]