[ Although the oven, on unspoken agreement from the general household, is being gifted a much needed rest, the house still largely smells of baked goods. The heady sweet smell of bread and pastries has managed to permeate even the basement, though not nearly as entirely as the upstairs rooms of the house, clinging to chairs and sneaking into the spaces that were beginning to smell of stale air. It's a smell Yusuf isn't sure he likes, or wants to know how he'll associate with later, so he's opened his bedroom window- electric bill be damned.
Distracted by Mrs. Mariani and Miss Saya's sister and the young woman with the magic, Yusuf hasn't had a chance to address the possible introduction of legalized dreaming to Ariadne. Tonight hadn't seemed the time to approach the subject, even though she couldn't be much closer than just upstairs from him. Instead, he'd propped his pillows behind his back and settled into bed with the intention of laying out the den's flushing system. Yusuf hasn't been in the physical presence of his family in ages, but he knows that nebulous feeling, something between sickness and relief, that nests in the stomach at the realization that a loved one will be out of reach for an indeterminable amount of time.
When Ariadne's voice comes from beyond his door, left more than slightly ajar to allow Rhada easy access in and out of the room, Yusuf realizes he's been jotting a list of chemical blends used for combatting nausea down in the margin of his page. ]
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Distracted by Mrs. Mariani and Miss Saya's sister and the young woman with the magic, Yusuf hasn't had a chance to address the possible introduction of legalized dreaming to Ariadne. Tonight hadn't seemed the time to approach the subject, even though she couldn't be much closer than just upstairs from him. Instead, he'd propped his pillows behind his back and settled into bed with the intention of laying out the den's flushing system. Yusuf hasn't been in the physical presence of his family in ages, but he knows that nebulous feeling, something between sickness and relief, that nests in the stomach at the realization that a loved one will be out of reach for an indeterminable amount of time.
When Ariadne's voice comes from beyond his door, left more than slightly ajar to allow Rhada easy access in and out of the room, Yusuf realizes he's been jotting a list of chemical blends used for combatting nausea down in the margin of his page. ]
Yes, perfectly awake- you can come in.