There will come a time for tremendous grins and loud exclamations again, in due course; now is the time for contemplation, for hopefully cherishing what hasn't been lost, and the good memories that remain.
Bagoas can't help but be drawn to the different plants, one after the other drawing his attention as skilfully as a display of fine gems. The plums he knows and loves, the tiny red and green berries he has no name for, the many vines and bright, vibrant green turning the garden into one of utmost delight even without his own application of expertise.
He folds his legs to the side, closing his eyes for a moment as Glitch talks of pick-nick, and turns his face toward the sunlight sifting through the rich green branches of the tree.
In all honesty, he has never heard of such a thing, a pick-nick, but there's no need to ask what it means, as that is perfectly apparent: it is sharing a moment with a friend, over a tray or two of good food and drink, surrounded by beauty.
Opening his eyes, tilting his head towards his friend and sliding just a touch sideways, Bagoas nods. "Close your eyes, Glitch," he says softly, warmly, placing his hand over Glitch's own. "Breathe deep of the air and soak in this moment. Feel the whisper soft touch of sunlight on your face and the breeze caress your skin. This is beauty and life, and you are living it."
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Bagoas can't help but be drawn to the different plants, one after the other drawing his attention as skilfully as a display of fine gems. The plums he knows and loves, the tiny red and green berries he has no name for, the many vines and bright, vibrant green turning the garden into one of utmost delight even without his own application of expertise.
He folds his legs to the side, closing his eyes for a moment as Glitch talks of pick-nick, and turns his face toward the sunlight sifting through the rich green branches of the tree.
In all honesty, he has never heard of such a thing, a pick-nick, but there's no need to ask what it means, as that is perfectly apparent: it is sharing a moment with a friend, over a tray or two of good food and drink, surrounded by beauty.
Opening his eyes, tilting his head towards his friend and sliding just a touch sideways, Bagoas nods. "Close your eyes, Glitch," he says softly, warmly, placing his hand over Glitch's own. "Breathe deep of the air and soak in this moment. Feel the whisper soft touch of sunlight on your face and the breeze caress your skin. This is beauty and life, and you are living it."