PERHAPS THE WATER GHOUL should not have allowed himself to become so . . . disquieted. anxious, in the face of the holiday season - one previously considered blasphemous, in consideration of that which the holiday had represented. however, within the clergy, the winter solstice was much alike in relevance to their growing community. an inversion, and perversion. those who live, and work within all engaged in festivity surrounding the typically christian holiday. it is a time of feasting, and honouring pagan festivals. a worshipping of satan in advertent mocking of christ. however, thus marks the first of such seasons spent with dewdrop - past the point of pointless self sabotage. or, so it seemed, anyway. though, it was rather difficult not to be worried that the gravity of such an occasion - especially when considering the romanticism of such a season - might spark a fear within the fire ghoul. that might spook him enough to either try and further fracture the foundation of their budding love, or simply disintegrate it altogether.
so - in a bid to quell such a fear, rain had opted to avoid dewdrop. at least, at first. not necessarily avoiding contact, but simply any in-person meetings. it is not a behaviour he had been particularly proud of, and yet.. he simply hadn't the heart to be abandoned, or even hurt so close to an occasion wherein one yearns to share in someone special.
he awaits the fire ghoul's arrival whilst sitting in an armchair. lengthy, un-glamoured fingers rolling along the rest, whilst the other set of curled digits sit 'neath his chin. for he is mask-less, and free of human visage. vulnerable. all beautiful, moonlit eyes and folded, uniform-clad legs. though he's nervous. and when the smaller ghoul arrives, rain is quick to stand. hands held cutely in front of him, while swaying his shoulder back and forth -- chin pointed low, while he bats his inky eyelashes in apology. "hello, darling.." he smiles, leaning down beside the chair he had been sitting in to grasp at, and pick up the wrapped case which contains his gift. coiling his arms awkwardly around, and beneath the large shape, with large hands supporting the bottom. almost as if he were clinging to it, protectively. "i - well, i am aware that most of us are not fortunate enough to possess our own - personal instruments. simply.. those which have been provided to us by the ministry."
in the case, there sits - not a guitar - but a bass. electric, four stringed, and full scale. one more befitting to the ghoul's personality, than the white one he had played when he began. before rain had stepped in to replace him. it is a nod to the link they share - to element's past, and to previous role. presenting an option, if he pleased, to reconnect with that part of him.
"however, i.. do feel the need to apologize, should you not come to find any sentimentality within it. or, if it is far from what you expected.." his chest is heaving - attempting to distract from how his pulse is racing, while the toe of his boot grinds into the floor and his knee sways. holding out the gift with slightly outstretched arms and a slight hesitation. finned tail swaying, softly. "here.."
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