[ He brings the pillows over to Sypha, sitting next to her to help prop her up a little. Upon the tray are two pills, each pressed into the shape of a rose. One is a soft purple and the other pale pink. Each is mixed with one of Theodora’s perfumes. The tea is now more honey than it ever was tea. The apple cake is warm from the microwave. Every thing on the tray smells of things that are not terrible incense.
He strokes Sypha’s hair idly, waiting for her to sit up so he can stack pillows behind her. ]
...will you ask me to tell the truth? I want to say a lot of comforting bullshit, but- I think you’re a little too sharp for that.
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[ He brings the pillows over to Sypha, sitting next to her to help prop her up a little. Upon the tray are two pills, each pressed into the shape of a rose. One is a soft purple and the other pale pink. Each is mixed with one of Theodora’s perfumes. The tea is now more honey than it ever was tea. The apple cake is warm from the microwave. Every thing on the tray smells of things that are not terrible incense.
He strokes Sypha’s hair idly, waiting for her to sit up so he can stack pillows behind her. ]
...will you ask me to tell the truth? I want to say a lot of comforting bullshit, but- I think you’re a little too sharp for that.