( michael would never directly comment on her 'ritual' practices, many of them which are just what she thinks could create some form of rite. it's inspired by what she's read, what television and film she's seen, by memories of a life that feels not her own anymore.
and then there is the bundle that he hands over, resting heavily in her hands like an anchor to the nowβwhat is important to her, what and who matter to her most.
she smiles up at him once she's uncovered it and been privy to its contents. )
For our afternoon teas.
( wanda says softly, knowing all too well that he isn't keen on tepid, flavored water (or any kind of drinkable liquid, as it were), but loving all the same the fact that they have a tradition built around it. it means a lot that michael thinks of it, and puts some effort to it, for her. )
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and then there is the bundle that he hands over, resting heavily in her hands like an anchor to the nowβwhat is important to her, what and who matter to her most.
she smiles up at him once she's uncovered it and been privy to its contents. )
For our afternoon teas.
( wanda says softly, knowing all too well that he isn't keen on tepid, flavored water (or any kind of drinkable liquid, as it were), but loving all the same the fact that they have a tradition built around it. it means a lot that michael thinks of it, and puts some effort to it, for her. )
Would you like to head inside?