@apthecary sent: ❝ you don’t know how glad i am to see you. ❞
a certain brightness arises upon her features the moment she is met with such a kind reception. she cherishes any ally or friend she is able to glean. but, admittedly, most of her connections come in a rather transactional form. even those with some loyalty to her among hidden networks and criminal enterprises have only been earned due to her usefulness to them. but it’s different here. she feels a little more human in this shop. she feels like...he means it when he says he is glad to see her. he means it in a way that is foreign, one which she finds herself hungry for. starving.
her smile lingers, slow to fade like the summer sun. she forgets, for the briefest moment, the box in her arms as she peers up at him. sometimes, it’s easy to get lost in his eyes and his kindness. but she remembers herself after a moment. magnolia carefully places her crate onto the counter. ❛ i wasn’t sure if you still wanted to try selling these here, ❜ she signs once her hands are free, nodding towards the contents of carefully woven sweaters and scarves. there are a few small, painted canvases as well. ❛ you could even give them away too with purchases. i don’t really know if anyone would pay anything for them...it’d just be nice for it all to have somewhere to go. ❜ her expression grows a little more sheepish the more she goes on. creating is a form of catharsis for her. making money from it had before never before crossed her mind.
❛ i brought this one for you. ❜ carefully, she produces a little canvas with a depiction of anais. she holds it out with a renewed grin.









