[ When Balthier enters the Diadem the concierge waves him down, presenting him with a package adorned with a gold ribbon. He doesn’t move to open it here, but the grin on his face doesn’t waver between there and his room.
Peter is home so he clears having a guest and then anxiously finds a few tidying tasks to do until the boy leaves. He opens the letter first, tracing the marks with his fingers. He can read those strokes and blots, too. David spent some time on this. Which meant he’d been thinking about Balthier. A lot.
He reads it, smile only widening. As he gets to the part about being a pawn who transformed himself, that feeling from the other night, the pressure at once ecstatic and like letting something huge and painful out overwhelms him. But he immediately reads the letter again, a fluttery feeling in his stomach that he’s coming to associate with David.
He sets the letter down and opens the box. He laughs with delight, delicately pulling out the cup and saucer. He will read the letter over and over before he places it with the poem, and he will fret over where to put the cup. He’ll have to get something to light it with. He already savors the idea of having tea in the cup once it’s burned out, being reminded of David when he’s doing something else he deeply enjoys. Something private and personal.
He finally checks his phone. ]
Six it is. I look forward to your arrival.
Thank you for the very thoughtful gift. You have food taste in teaware. And candles.
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Peter is home so he clears having a guest and then anxiously finds a few tidying tasks to do until the boy leaves. He opens the letter first, tracing the marks with his fingers. He can read those strokes and blots, too. David spent some time on this. Which meant he’d been thinking about Balthier. A lot.
He reads it, smile only widening. As he gets to the part about being a pawn who transformed himself, that feeling from the other night, the pressure at once ecstatic and like letting something huge and painful out overwhelms him. But he immediately reads the letter again, a fluttery feeling in his stomach that he’s coming to associate with David.
He sets the letter down and opens the box. He laughs with delight, delicately pulling out the cup and saucer. He will read the letter over and over before he places it with the poem, and he will fret over where to put the cup. He’ll have to get something to light it with. He already savors the idea of having tea in the cup once it’s burned out, being reminded of David when he’s doing something else he deeply enjoys. Something private and personal.
He finally checks his phone. ]
Six it is. I look forward to your arrival.
Thank you for the very thoughtful gift. You have food taste in teaware. And candles.