escordvi | closed 🪶⚡ but all i really know, you're where i wanna go

[She snaps her gaze to him, some of that earlier warmth dwindling into something of a threat.]

If a fish is what comes out when you think of me, I will throw you into the waters with them.

[He laughs loudly at that.]

What if it's a pretty fish? Similar to how you were when you were a mermaid?

It is still a fish.

[She clicks her tongue and swats his arm gently.]

Stop thinking about it, or else it really will come out in the shape of one!

[He's still chuckling as the glass has melted and he sticks his end of the pipe in to gather some up, a little less than the first time.]

Then what about a bird? Would that be acceptable?

[She has to pause to think about it as she rolls the melting glass around.]

That depends on the bird. If it is a nice bird, then fine. But if it compares me to one of those gulls or geese, then I may have a word or two to say to your essence.

Nonsense, I'm sure it will create something perfectly fitting if your beauty and grace along with your fierce personality.

Like a harpy.

[Quickly moving away to the other side with his molten glass.]

[Well, he was doing just fine... up until that last comment.]

—Cidolfus!

[And it is a good thing that she, too, is holding hot molten glass or else she would have chased after him. Instead, she flings some papers off his desk with a little gust of wind, sending them flying into a mess on the floor that he can pick up later.]

Just be quiet and blow into your pipe, you horrible man.

[He just laughs and blows her a kiss before returning to focus on his glass. With his mood even brighter than before, it's a wonder what would come of this...

But he takes the ideas they were talking about and rather than focus on whatever the hell his "essence of the soul" is supposed to mean, he thinks of his usual motivations and inspirations that come when he's working. Not that he's ever really consciously thinking about it at the time, but as he thinks back there have been times when he's making something for her or for a purpose that certain thoughts and emotions come to mind. And when he thinks further on it, he feels that is when his projects take on something unique or, as she said, more characteristic of himself. Something that can't really be put to words but can be felt and seen at times. Whether it be the materials used, the type of cut or design, it's there.

So with some of that in mind, he also thinks about Benedikta while blowing through the pipe into the glass. Thinks of how he would actually like to gift this for her, and while he's certain it's going to look like a mess, he hopes he'd be able to recreate it and improve upon it. And so although at first it doesn't seem much different at first...]

Oh?

[He makes a sound when he notices that rather than just a cylinder or ball, there's some curves to it now!!!]

[She clicks her tongue at him, but there is the hint of amusement in her gaze, the slightest quirk of her lip as she moves on to her glass, following through the steps with him. And rather than try to think of what she might think of herself, she thinks about him. Thinks of his work, his lightning, his laughter and his smile, maybe even the feel of his touch on her skin, warm and safe and familiar. She thinks of their memories together, and all of the things that make him her Cidolfus.

As she blows into the pipe, she can already see the glass starting to take shape, less of a circle and more of... something else. What that is, she doesn't quite know, but it elongates rather than bubbles out in all directions. She frowns at it, not quite sure what to make of it, when she glances at him.]

Did you manage something?

I'm not quite sure yet, but it's looking different from before. How about you?

[She gives hers another blow, and there it goes, gaining more of a shape. It's starting to look a little jagged, like a lightning bolt, except... not quite? There are some strange differences about it that she's not quite sure how to make out yet.]

I... do not know. I think I may have something.

[Why does it look like it has eyes? And what is that thing sticking out of it?]

[Since they're a bit far for their own workstations out of safety, he has to crane his neck a bit to try and look over...but even if he stood right next to her, he's not sure he'd be able to tell what it is.]

Well whatever it is, perhaps it's proof that our thoughts are in the right direction. Let's keep going and see what happens.

[She makes a noise at that. There is something Not Quite Right about what is coming out of this, and... well, maybe if she tries to refocus her thoughts, things will turn out a little better.]

Fair enough.

[So she continues to blow into her pipe, again and again, trying to focus more on certain memories and feelings about him than anything else this time. And by the time it's begun to take more shape, she pulls it out of the kiln one more time to turn it over in front of her eyes.]

What... the fuck...

[Is this an oddly and sadly shaped lightning bolt? It's so droopy. And what's more, there's a stick of some sort popping out of what looks to be... a face?]

[He continues on his own side and it looks... Maybe?? A bird??? He thinks that's the tail...or is that the head? There is definitely something of a curved neck...

But at her words he'll look up and over to her.]

Sounds like your "something" has developed in an interesting manner. Should I come over and see?

[She gives it one more blow to test, and as she slowly figures out what it is she's looking at...]

N-no!

[She turns around and immediately hides it from his view. Though there is no hiding the question or the panic in her expression.]

Just finish yours.

[....Oh? Well now she just made him more interested.]

Really? Not even a peek?

[He's actually stepping a way to try and take a step or two closer to her—]

[And she's stepping away from him.]

No, I believe this one is a failure. I am simply going to throw it out.

[Shoo!!!]

Ach, don't throw it out yet! Just use it more for practice.

[And he still wants to see, so teasing her a bit by trying to lean to the other side to look past her—]

[She is too focused on trying to hide it from him that she doesn't notice that he's come up right behind her, so he does finally catch a glimpse of it. The lightning bolt with a face, and what she can only assume is a cigar sticking out of its "mouth" that is turned up into a smug grin.

And it's all started to glaze over in different colours, as if it wasn't obvious enough already...]

[As soon as he catches that glimpse—]

Well—that's certainly unexpected.

[ALL RIGHT MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST THING TO SAY AT FIRST but it's quite...surprising!?]

[His presence behind her startles her that she nearly drops it to the ground, fumbling with it with an almost uncharacteristic clumsiness, provoked by this flustered mess that she has become because what? What?]

Cidolfus! I said do not... I don't know what this is.

...Is that a lightning bolt with a cigar in its mouth...?

[Just rubbing his chin in contemplation as he peers closer, his head tilting this way and that.]

[It is a very sad looking lightning bolt with a cigar. Very, very sad with its crooked face and droopy edges.]

I swear this is not what I had in mind!

[That is to say that yes, yes it is.]

[Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaring.

Before he...can't help but laugh.]

Is that what you think of me?

[He's trying to mimic the crooked smirk but is having difficulty because he's also laughing.]

[She looks over her shoulder at him with a deep scowl when he laughs, and even deeper when she catches that look on his face.]

No! Though at the moment, I suppose this glass lightning bolt looks handsomer than you—what is that face you are trying to make?

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