“I must say, that is quite the lovely garden you have, sir”
“Oh. Thanks.” He clears his throat. “It’s really nothing. Just some plants.”
“Even so, one must have talent and patience to grow a garden like that. Congratulations, Sir” he smiles “Oh, by the way, sorry for appearing out of nowhere like this, my name is Braska, it’s a pleasure to meet you”
“Well, uh,” Angeal became bashful at the compliments. “Thank you. It can be a little difficult to grow things here in the city. But sunlight and good soil works wonders.” He returned the smile faintly. “Angeal Hewley. Nice to meet you, Braska.” He reached to shake his hand. “So, you’re a gardening man, Braska?”
“There is nothing to thank me about, Sir” the old man smiles, then watches the other man’s garden once more “I guess so, but still, gardening is one of those curious talents I have always admired…there is this special people who can do beautiful things without efforts, like you with this garden, I wish I could do that”
“Angeal” he repeats with a kind smile “Oh, not quite, sorry, but I enjoy watching”
Angeal was very taken aback by the man’s kind and suddenly deep words. He carefully nodded his reply at first, unsure of what to say to him. He felt more than a little embarrassed at being called ‘special’ as he was certainly nothing of the sort, and had never thought of his simple plants as ‘beautiful’ once.
“Everybody needs a hobby, I suppose,” he said finally with a wry smirk. “I grew up in the country, so I guess this comes easy to me. You must do something in your free time, no?”
Not everyone was capable of doing the same things, that was a lesson he had learned a while back; Every single talent was different and unique, as people, but there were special ocassions in which, the talent helped those around the people, or the world, to become more beautiful. Those kind of things were what he cherished the most.
“I guess you are right, Angeal” the old man says, smiling “Well, I come from a city, I guess that’s why I like seeing such beautiful flowers since they are a strange sight…huh? myself? no, I afraid I don’t have a hobby, I am not quite talented”
“Oh,” Angeal said, interested. “A city man. Maybe,” he paused, thoughtful, “you should travel then. I was only a simple, country kid once. Now I’ve been all over Gaia, and it changed me for the better. It opened my eyes. You never know, maybe you will find a hobby too.” He smirked kindly.
“Well, I wouldn’t consider Bevelle as an enormous city…but yes, sort of” Braska chuckles “I do, that is how I ended here”
“Gaia?” the old man asks, curiously “Maybe, if I am lucky enough I will find a hobby that is just the half of amazing as your gardening”
“Yes, you could always try that, I mean…she will get scared if she hears you talking that way…you speak like Jecht when drunk”
“Say what!? Jus’ like Jecht when drunk? Man, this is SHIT.” slaps an hand on his mouth, shamed of what he had actually said.
Braska blinks yet again, then burst laughing “exactly like that! Hey, maybe he could translate what you say!”
“I see” he laughs awkardly, then pets the other’s shoulder “I am glad for you both~”
*smirk* wish to feel what he feel that passionate night♥?
“Eh…I’d rather not, thanks” he laughs nervously
“Anyways…eh…so…Shoopufs! what the deal with them!? I mean…Yevon!”
((ooc: that art… it gonna awake death yaois lol))
*w*
Braska♪
come and play with your MAIN guardian *w*….
“Eh…sure…where is Auron?!”
(Source: unsentmaester)
