[ a disembodied shadow with no discernible, reasonable source should probably startle adam, unsettle him at the very least, but he remains right where he is by the edge of the pool, unmoved. instead of uncertainty, he looks on with mild confusion at first, and then curiosity as he follows the shadowy tendril from where it teases the bracelet off of his fingers, back to - to the woman in the water. curiosity quickly turns to quiet fascination, his head tilting with wonder.
what is she? certainly not anything made by his hand, though he finds some distant part of himself wishing that he could say he had any part in shaping whatever it is that she is. slowly, subtly, he sinks a little more of his weight into his haunches, almost like he's settling, but not quite committed just yet.
adam shakes his head a little, seemingly a little distracted as he looks at her. he hated the candy. ]
Seems a waste to fill them with sweets nobody wants... [ the eggs, he means. his wide, unblinking gaze wanders briefly, but not disrespectfully. eventually, it settles on the bracelet around her wrist. ] It suits you.
[ after a beat, he opens his hand and tilts his palm at a slight angle, so cellar can see the single candy heart resting in it, and he looks at her the same way he did when offering the bracelet. sure, everyone might hate them, but as he's been told by someone else, nostalgia makes people tolerant, apparently. maybe she'll still want it. ]
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[ a disembodied shadow with no discernible, reasonable source should probably startle adam, unsettle him at the very least, but he remains right where he is by the edge of the pool, unmoved. instead of uncertainty, he looks on with mild confusion at first, and then curiosity as he follows the shadowy tendril from where it teases the bracelet off of his fingers, back to - to the woman in the water. curiosity quickly turns to quiet fascination, his head tilting with wonder.
what is she? certainly not anything made by his hand, though he finds some distant part of himself wishing that he could say he had any part in shaping whatever it is that she is. slowly, subtly, he sinks a little more of his weight into his haunches, almost like he's settling, but not quite committed just yet.
adam shakes his head a little, seemingly a little distracted as he looks at her. he hated the candy. ]
Seems a waste to fill them with sweets nobody wants... [ the eggs, he means. his wide, unblinking gaze wanders briefly, but not disrespectfully. eventually, it settles on the bracelet around her wrist. ] It suits you.
[ after a beat, he opens his hand and tilts his palm at a slight angle, so cellar can see the single candy heart resting in it, and he looks at her the same way he did when offering the bracelet. sure, everyone might hate them, but as he's been told by someone else, nostalgia makes people tolerant, apparently. maybe she'll still want it. ]