Misery loves company

[Gerrit]

As Spring began to give way to Summer, the flowers in Gerrit's shop became more lush, more colorful and did an even better job to hide the sitting arrangement from any outside watchers. That was not the reason why he took so long to reach out to Seraphina , but a welcome side effect nonetheless. His feelings for the Nyx' plight were complicated: she had proven to be a real friend, so he did want to help her. But unless he was completely sure that he wouldn't show a surprising fit of Schadenfreude he didn't want to risk talking things through with her.

Maybe he had waited for too long. Maybe her willingness to open up had run dry by now - maybe her Sorrow had. But just sitting it out and staying silent would surely be the worst course of action, so he had invited her over after closing hours. He even brought a water boiler and a few flavours of tea. He realized that Rosie's was not the perfect place to meet, but he did not want to invite Seraphina to his home. Plus, he had the feeling that it might be easier for her to just leave - easier than asking him to leave, anyway.

Gerrit looked out of the window and took a deep, painful breath. He could do this if she could.

[Seraphina]

She had been on the fence about talking with Gerrit about her feelings. The only one she had truly talked with, truly been open with, was Sonnie. But that was to be expected, she was the Claviger for her, and more importantly, her best friend.

The last Winter she had talked with had been Sasha, and that was years ago. But there was a comfort in her words, a comfort in her ability to guide the Nix. Would Gerrit be able to help her? She wasn’t sure, but she knew there was only one way to find out.

Arriving at the time indicated, with a container filled with tea, the one Gerrit always seemed to pick, she entered the shop. Her senses were immediately attacked by the numerous scents of the flowers, and she paused, closing her eyes to just enjoy it, a hint of a smile on her face. Sapphires open and see Gerrit and the smile returns, larger, reaching her eyes,

“Hey Gerrit! Thanks for reaching out.” Holding up the container, which was temperature controlled, “I brought some tea, brewed it before I headed over.” It was the least she could do. For the night, the Treasured was very casual in artfully torn jeans and a black three-quarter length fitted black shirt. Her hair was down and she had a baseball cap on. “I also kind of got lost in the amazing smells of your shop!” it was the Spring in her, the blooming flowers reminding her of new life.

[Saber Sloth]

With how long this has been hanging I"m closing it here