—But wherever they've gotten off to can't be far, if the state of things is any indication: there's a whole row of spices out on the counter, some already in a mixing bowl, plus a pot of rice on the stove.
From the look and smell of the spice selection, curry is on the menu. Next to the ingredients is a handwritten recipe in what you recognize as a combination of Silk's and Lumen's handwriting.
Actually, the Emiya Curry(tm) might not be a bad call, since studying the recipe closer reveals that whoever wrote this has a pretty good idea of what Silk's and Lumen's handwriting looks like, and... next to no idea at all how recipes work.
spices different spices rice on the stove!!!
mixing stuff together, probably?
also meat! carrots i think? definitely potatoes
don't bother Silk while she's cooking be patient ok
It's simple, relaxing work, especially with the recipe right there for you to follow. Or, well, with the recipe right there for moral support, anyway.
You're checking the rice when you feel something delicate brush against your wrist, and with it split second of something like longing—
...Oh. It's another wild rose, just barely opening on its thorny branch. It's not doing anything beyond, well, being there (and seemingly full of some sort of emotion?), but it certainly did grow ridiculously fast while you were cooking.
once he's done he's getting a bowl of curry and rice along with some utensils, carrying it all back to the common room, and just kind of setting it down close to the rose bushes]
There ya go. Feel free to grab more from the kitchen if you want.
The flowers just bob a bit in the air, but you feel like you can fully recognize them, now: Wild Rose, Key of Something Different.
Caring about "difference" at all, though... that's the sort of thing you can only feel if your difference matters; if it is part of the story of you finding your place in the world. And isn't that something precious? Realizing that having a place you belong is something you could want? Something you could have, if only you reached for it?
There's a sharp crack of breaking glass overhead, and you see another branch of briars overflow out the window.
scars reveal history | scars are proof of survival | scars stay with you | scars come from wounds
You reach within yourself, and Scars are there, and you perform a Miracle. You feel her in it, as you do—Hellfire, and the world as she sees it. A fragile place, idea far more than substance, but so beautiful.
The place on your skin where the scar had been is fertile soil, and the flowers sprout rapidly: thin stems that grow lush as they burst from your skin and twine around your hand or arm or leg. They bloom quickly too: miniature purple aconite and pink and white lotus.
The roses all briefly straighten to attention, at that, and for a moment you realize they're looking at you–or the spirits of them are, anyway—blinking curiously.
Oh! Hey everyone, listen! I don't know... I mean, we're growing because of her, right? Pay attention!! He said what he said! That's true, that's true, that's true. I guess we gotta!
Welcome to talking to the spiritual equivalent of a bunch of flowers with googly eyes on. They're doing their best.
—And indeed, the roses... recede? They're still growing, but some of them die back, no longer as much in the way of the furniture, and certainly breaking no windows. Those that remain seem to be coming most prominently from the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
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and with that done, he's following the cooking smell]
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—But wherever they've gotten off to can't be far, if the state of things is any indication: there's a whole row of spices out on the counter, some already in a mixing bowl, plus a pot of rice on the stove.
From the look and smell of the spice selection, curry is on the menu. Next to the ingredients is a handwritten recipe in what you recognize as a combination of Silk's and Lumen's handwriting.
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time to make some fucking curry
he considers just doing it by heart because he could just do an amazing emiya curry
but the recipe is right there so he'll follow it]
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well
emiya curry it is]
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You're checking the rice when you feel something delicate brush against your wrist, and with it split second of something like longing—
...Oh. It's another wild rose, just barely opening on its thorny branch. It's not doing anything beyond, well, being there (and seemingly full of some sort of emotion?), but it certainly did grow ridiculously fast while you were cooking.
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[he'll finish cooking up the curry, but keeping an eye out for any new growths]
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Damn you're good at curry.
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once he's done he's getting a bowl of curry and rice along with some utensils, carrying it all back to the common room, and just kind of setting it down close to the rose bushes]
There ya go. Feel free to grab more from the kitchen if you want.
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Caring about "difference" at all, though... that's the sort of thing you can only feel if your difference matters; if it is part of the story of you finding your place in the world. And isn't that something precious? Realizing that having a place you belong is something you could want? Something you could have, if only you reached for it?
There's a sharp crack of breaking glass overhead, and you see another branch of briars overflow out the window.
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maybe encouraging this isn't necessarily a good idea?
so he's going to use a scar to give the roses a command:]
Stop breaking stuff around here.
1/2 (cw: plant horror)
You reach within yourself, and Scars are there, and you perform a Miracle. You feel her in it, as you do—Hellfire, and the world as she sees it. A fragile place, idea far more than substance, but so beautiful.
The place on your skin where the scar had been is fertile soil, and the flowers sprout rapidly: thin stems that grow lush as they burst from your skin and twine around your hand or arm or leg. They bloom quickly too: miniature purple aconite and pink and white lotus.
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Oh! Hey everyone, listen!
I don't know... I mean, we're growing because of her, right?
Pay attention!! He said what he said!
That's true, that's true, that's true. I guess we gotta!
Welcome to talking to the spiritual equivalent of a bunch of flowers with googly eyes on. They're doing their best.
—And indeed, the roses... recede? They're still growing, but some of them die back, no longer as much in the way of the furniture, and certainly breaking no windows. Those that remain seem to be coming most prominently from the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
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also there's flowers with googly eyes on. huh
giving the roses a somewhat hesitant thumbs up before heading into the hallway]
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Bye! Bye!
Do your best!
We'll work hard at not messing up!
Okay bye!
...Anyway. There sure are a lot of doors here.