( 🐇 ) SHE SHRUGS A LITTLE, figuring that it would be wise not to bring up the book at all if she didn’t wish a weird look her way. simply bringing up an object of ones possession that did not often be shown to another would do little to comfort the other and thus it would be best to simply let the past lie as it was. a brow raises after he cuts himself off from some sort of commentary —— though she does not chase WHATEVER IT WAS.
< EITHER HAD NAUGHT the time or you were too attached to the original book that you had. i can understand the wish to not start anew. > eyes soften at themis as she admits an understanding there. she had a few things that she did not wish to part with after a hundred years, perhaps a little less but still tattered and on THEIR LAST LEGS.
SHE TAKES A step forward to tilt up themis’ chin so that he looks up at her, winking once ‘fore tapping the book she had gifted him in his hands with her free one ; TIME TO START anew, no ?
< SECOND CHANCES. plus, there are new things to document ! >
𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗪 , that was his fear , it didn't take an intellectual to figure it out , but it was something that themis oftentimes denied — while knowing the truth perhaps a li’l too well . a quiet , yet insistent voice spoke at the back of his head , saying : 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 , 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 , 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 ? even a blank book had its charm ; themis didn’t want to ruin it , as it was a gift from a dear friend . but the idea of going back to writing , of going back to documenting his every discovery , made his mismatched eyes shine .
“ i believe you’re right . ” admitted the youth , finally setting the book aside , not fully convinced but enough at rest not to torment his heart any longer . his attention now shifted to the stuffed toy that resembled a long albino snake with a bow wrapped around its neck : it made his soul quiver and his lips to exhale a sigh .
“ 𝖬𝖤𝖣𝖴𝖲𝖠 ... my dear girl ... ” he spoke softly , hesitantly running but two fingers across the toy’s head , while salty tears began to form at the corner of his eyes . how did dahlia know ? was it because of his summon ? ah , his summon ... nothing but what remained of his adored familiar : a recreation of the beloved python that once was , yet nothing like her . he held her in his heart : words couldn’t express just how terribly he missed her .
“ she was my familiar . ” he hummed , caressing the toy with particular fondness and bitter sadness . “ 𝙈𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 ... created with the sole purpose for company , but was begat with so many flaws that couldn’t be counted on one hand ! ” he turned the toy in his hands and looked at its beady , soulles eyes . “ yet she was 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖥𝖤𝖢𝖳 . ”