Well, then! Let us make a grand patron of you, Hayame!
[ Because.
He will not dwell on Hayame's past, not now. It may define her greatly, inform her decisions and personality, but if he wants to create new memories for her, they cannot be held up against the measurement of other experiences. He wants these to be unique, no matter their similarities, because they are being made between two friends. Let this be her foray into a new life, to encourage her to find people and things that she will fight for. That she will want to bring to the children she is going to save. That she will want again, when she survives what is waiting for her.
Set takes her hand, linking his little finger with hers as he does so. Warm, as he brings her hand up to give the knuckle of her thumb a kiss. And then he brings her away — away, through Alenroux. A Cornerstone. It brings them both out into a dark booth, heavy wine-red curtains drawn around a low table and cushions neatly pressed below it. There is enough room for Hayame to move, and the brass lanterns hang low enough that she could easily touch one, metal and starry mirrors and a single hanging sign made of light and mist displaying a unique mark — his own. ]
This is my private booth in one of the businesses, called the Seven Black Oaths. I have a Cornerstone — the dark stone there, among the other pretty stones in the censer — that allows one to jump close to Kowloon, fairly unseen. If ever you need one, for any reason. Through the curtains, Hayame. Through them and out through the Oaths, and into the alleyways! It is a theatre, a bazaar, a place of culture!
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[ Because.
He will not dwell on Hayame's past, not now. It may define her greatly, inform her decisions and personality, but if he wants to create new memories for her, they cannot be held up against the measurement of other experiences. He wants these to be unique, no matter their similarities, because they are being made between two friends. Let this be her foray into a new life, to encourage her to find people and things that she will fight for. That she will want to bring to the children she is going to save. That she will want again, when she survives what is waiting for her.
Set takes her hand, linking his little finger with hers as he does so. Warm, as he brings her hand up to give the knuckle of her thumb a kiss. And then he brings her away — away, through Alenroux. A Cornerstone. It brings them both out into a dark booth, heavy wine-red curtains drawn around a low table and cushions neatly pressed below it. There is enough room for Hayame to move, and the brass lanterns hang low enough that she could easily touch one, metal and starry mirrors and a single hanging sign made of light and mist displaying a unique mark — his own. ]
This is my private booth in one of the businesses, called the Seven Black Oaths. I have a Cornerstone — the dark stone there, among the other pretty stones in the censer — that allows one to jump close to Kowloon, fairly unseen. If ever you need one, for any reason. Through the curtains, Hayame. Through them and out through the Oaths, and into the alleyways! It is a theatre, a bazaar, a place of culture!