❛ hey, guess what ? i made you something ! c’mere, c’mere ! ❜ she is SOFTSWEETENERGY, a thousand suns pressed into one small lady. IMPATIENCE runs through those very warm veins, however ; a flaw. she has many, don’t be mistaken by her kindness. that, too, can sometimes be one. ❛ y’gotta bend a little ! what am i, a giant ? ❜ this time, mabel’s wait is one of EXCITEMENT, fingers behind her back waiting for the RIGHT moment to — ❛ ta - da ! i may not be a kid anymore, but i still love knitting ! this scarf is made with the softest cotton i've ever found, i had to use it ! ❜ it’s a GOLD thing, a bit more muted than the bright sparkle she likes to wear, but she wanted this to have a DIFFERENT kind of elegance. it rests around his shoulders, pulls out the warm tone of his skin, his hair, his eyes. although, that COULD very well be mabel’s beam. she tugs him in by the scarf, steps onto her toes. it’s a slow thing, but she stumbles a little, lips catching the tip of his nose before settling on her destination : forehead. she rests soft mouth for a moment, pulls away with a silly, crinkled nose and a smile whose warmth rivals his very scarf, with cheeks carnation - pink. mabel lets him stretch to full height, doesn’t keep him rooted by the soft cotton. tongue wets mouth, feet rocking her forward in her eagerness. ❛ do you like it ? i saw the yarn and thought of you ! ❜