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nightlogs2023-11-13 11:02 pm
ninjavampire) wrote in nightlogs2023-11-13 11:02 pm
Entry tags:
talking to ghosts
Who: Miggy & You??
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also
Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.
But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.
And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.
((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also
Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.
But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.
And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.
((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))
no subject
"Got some lemon caught in your eye?"
A bad joke. That also tended to come with that gentler, more domestic side of him. One order of yolks for the batter is slid over to her side of the counter. To the eggwhites - it looks like they were going to be about ready for some pancake-flipping.
last tag to probably handwave the rest
"Uh. Y-Yeah. Lemon." She scrubs a little harder and then drops her hand to get back to helping with the task at hand. "It, uh— sprayed, a bit. And really stings."
There's an attempt to sound like she's playing along with a joke, but it comes out more of an obvious deflection. Doing all of this is already so much—already so close to too much.
She can either finish the pancakes, or talk about it. Not both.
And so Gwen keeps making the pancakes.
i felt the inspiration, actually!!!
Having never gone through the 'awkward teenage rebellion' years of raising a kid, Miguel only has his gut instinct to go on. And it says not to push it and destroy the delicate alliance they had going on here. So he doesn't.
And even though it's all rather awkward, he is gentle enough about it to let Gwen take the lead in her Wheatcake-making until they end up with the finished tower of deliciousness. Supportive, rather than overbearing.