#tobysalt

[wildroseofarran]

"That's very ... " sweet. "What can I do to help?"

“You wouldn’t happen to know a way to make sunflowers grow faster would you? Judy wasn’t prepared for the wait time,” he added with a chuckle.

[thehighlandhealer]

"And you trust me not to lop your arm off?" he smirked. "I know I can grow mine back, you, I'm not so sure."

Bronwyn chuckled. “Aye, I trust ye. And if God forbid my arm does get injured, as long as it’s no’ cut all the way off, we’re golden. I’ll just reattach it.” Wouldn’t be the first time she’d done that particular procedure.

She handed him one of the claymores. “How does that feel?”

[wildroseofarran]

"A sunflower house?" he didn't understand that sentence.

“Yep. Basically what you do is plant a whole bunch of sunflowers in a ring, like the one we have here. And as the sunflowers grow and get tall they form a little enclosure. Kinda like a house.”

[wildroseofarran]

"Dante loves them. So... I need to know how to make them, I suppose." He was embarrassed and he couldn't place why. Perhaps because he was ignorant of yet another thing and Emmanuel knew it. He was talking to the floor.

“Is this the inamorato I’ve yet to meet?” Emmanuel asked, squeezing Salt’s shoulder on the way to the pantry. “Luckily for both of you, I make amazing garlic knots. Feel like a cooking lesson?”

[anedendarkly]

@wildroseofarran​: 

“Look, Uncle Salt, it’s a pretty light for your tree!” Judy climbed into Salt’s lap the moment she could. “It’s gonna look pretty at night now!”

Emmanuel chuckled. “Her passion in life has become decorating your tree.” His gift was something a tad more practical; a new pair of boots. “I think I got the size right.” He smiled. “Merry Christmas, Salt.”

    It seemed clothes was the theme this year. Appreciated. A great value throughout his lifetime, and an honor to receive, regardless of being handmade or store bought.

    “You’ve been a good girl this year?” Judy was given a hug. “I’ve made you breakfast. Go to the kitchen.”

    Salt smiled at his companion the moment they were alone. “I have invited a druid for dinner. Not tonight, but soon. I want her to know you.” Every year he nearly forgot the phrase. “Merry Christmas.”

[anedendarkly]

@wildroseofarran​: 

Bronwyn briefly considered simply leaving Tobias’ gift near their regular meeting place in the woods, but that felt too impersonal. She would just stop by as often as she could until they finally crossed paths.

“Merry Christmas, Tobias!” she greeted, hugging him and handing him the wrapped box. “To keep yer hands warm. I hope they fit.”

    Bronwyn’s hand was brought to his lips, bowed to with the utmost respect. 

    “Ever generous you are. Allow me the honor to cook for you again. I would like for you to meet those dear to me as well.”

[anedendarkly]

[[ all hypothetical, with no particular person asking. Gun to your head, would you follow the order? Would you waver? (for Salt)

    “The gunman will be dead.”

[anedendarkly]

For salt-- what would you do if you were ordered to kill Sophia?

   “The answer depends greatly on the messenger.”