THEIR TIME TOGETHER isn’t quarantined by the unnerving glare or tick of any clock. Almost no extraneous sound passed betwixt the thick, heavy – and yet crystal clear glass which was a safe constant in each of their sessions. Save for the sound of their voices, the shuffle of their movements. Pattern, chaos, consequence. The whir of Ava’s inner machinations transpired at times, and while it didn’t ever go completely unnoticed by her, it was trivial enough to could have been. Perhaps not so much by Caleb. Ava was simply more accustomed to it.
A warmer tone had befallen her choice of color in outfits. From the cool blue of the first time she had donned the dress, to the now warm orange hue of the fabric. Bordering on red, but not quite. Progression. Fingers cling to one another, fold into her palms, interlock on her lap. There’s a reason for this, besides the purpose of display. One she voices once ritual greetings were exchanged. ❛ Do you want to see what I drew today ? ❜
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