Receiving gifts like this is still so precious and new. It takes Altria ages to even begin to unwrap the box; the wrapping is so beautiful, and the meaning of it being a gift is so wonderful.
But eventually, after staring for it long enough to sear it into her memory, she takes a deep breath and unwraps it.
The sweets are delicious. Altria doesn't have the self-control to not immediately pop one of each kind into her mouth to enjoy. Mmmmmmm.
She lingers there for a moment before she finally digs into the rest of the box. And when all of her new treasures are laid out on the bed in front of her, she just takes a moment to stare at them. The bracelet is very reminiscent of a certain someone, but she doesn't need even that clue to know who gave her these things. There's only one person here--(only one person, she thinks, in all of this world and back home)--who knows her well enough to package a box of gifts like this, tailored to her tastes.
She spends far too long admiring each and every piece, heart so full as to feel like it's overflowing. This isn't a feeling she's used to at all, but... she thinks, if she can be selfish, she'd like more of it.
Eventually, everything finds its proper place. The bracelet gets put on, and the ribbon replaces her black one at the back of her hair. The dainty necklace, the hairpin and the earrings go on her shelf next to the paper crane Yi Sang had once folded her, on what is now her slowly growing shelf of treasures.
And then she flops onto the bed on her back to press her hands to her chest, taking a long moment to just savor how wonderful this gentle, almost fragile-seeming feeling really is.]
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Receiving gifts like this is still so precious and new. It takes Altria ages to even begin to unwrap the box; the wrapping is so beautiful, and the meaning of it being a gift is so wonderful.
But eventually, after staring for it long enough to sear it into her memory, she takes a deep breath and unwraps it.
The sweets are delicious. Altria doesn't have the self-control to not immediately pop one of each kind into her mouth to enjoy. Mmmmmmm.
She lingers there for a moment before she finally digs into the rest of the box. And when all of her new treasures are laid out on the bed in front of her, she just takes a moment to stare at them. The bracelet is very reminiscent of a certain someone, but she doesn't need even that clue to know who gave her these things. There's only one person here--(only one person, she thinks, in all of this world and back home)--who knows her well enough to package a box of gifts like this, tailored to her tastes.
She spends far too long admiring each and every piece, heart so full as to feel like it's overflowing. This isn't a feeling she's used to at all, but... she thinks, if she can be selfish, she'd like more of it.
Eventually, everything finds its proper place. The bracelet gets put on, and the ribbon replaces her black one at the back of her hair. The dainty necklace, the hairpin and the earrings go on her shelf next to the paper crane Yi Sang had once folded her, on what is now her slowly growing shelf of treasures.
And then she flops onto the bed on her back to press her hands to her chest, taking a long moment to just savor how wonderful this gentle, almost fragile-seeming feeling really is.]