week four | mingle

[marriagebroker]

Final week at the estate! Final week with your friends. Final week with your beaus. Time to make the most of it, everyone!

In fact, to celebrate this fact, today there is a cake. It's nothing special, just a nice little cake to enjoy with your morning coffee or throughout the day. Yay, cake!

And when Wei Wuxian arrives that morning, he is going to call out once again for everyone to join him, near the cake.

"Everyone, I have another announcement!"

Hell yeah, announcements.

Boom Boom Room | Dates | Property Damage
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

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[poans]

[She may not be able to see colors, but she can understand that they're found all around them. Bridging those things brings the value of sentimentality, and it heartens him that she sees the significance of said connection. It's encouraging, too, to hear that Nico is of a similar mind.

Yi Sang watches her for a moment, then turns around to retrieve another ground firework, this one brighter overall in design, from the crate before joining her side.]

Ah, Miss Odile. It appears that I have yet to show you the firework I have chosen for myself.

[Perhaps she'll recognize the shade, which is similar to that of "new buds in spring."]

[researcherstory]

[ A dark shade on the lighter side, reminiscent of spring. It's fun how the seasons brighten as the world darkens with time -- at least to her it is, especially with the knowledge that colors make it so now. ]

A wise choice for you, Yi Sang, given how you're coming into bloom yourself. They'll look quite good together, won't they?

[poans]

[He stands with those words for a moment, picturing himself as a bud in the aftermath of rain, rather than as the ground on which it grows. With a more assured smile, he holds the firework out to Odile.]

This color . . . is reminiscent of your eyes as they're painted on my retina.

[researcherstory]

[ Oh.

That's entirely... really very sweet, and after a moment she takes it from him to commit the shade to memory. Like her eyes. She hums, unsure what to do with the feeling in her chest, before she lets him have it back. ]

You really do have an odd way of wording things sometimes, Yi Sang. And am I why you chose that firework in particular?

[ It should be more of a tease, but it comes out a little softer than she'd like -- really asking, in a way. ]

[poans]

["Odd." Her word of choice tickles him as he takes the firework back.]

Indeed, for this is a moment betwixt us . . . and colors, just as stars, can be said to rise in the company of fellows.

[researcherstory]

[ "A moment betwixt us." He should keep those lines for his lady.

... Stars, stars. Siffrin mentions those too, sometimes. Odile wonders briefly what they are, and then discards the thought from mind. ]

And there lies the other half of you, like the underside of a leaf. Shall we set them aflame?

[poans]

[Nay, he shan't.

As always, he delights in Odile's metaphors, so given to imagery as they are. Yi Sang nods, then kneels to place his chosen firework down on the ground, wondering what she might see through her unique lenses. It's time to light them up.]