[ Mako's heart skips a beat when she sees him at the door, cleaned up and handsome as the day he'd left her. She feels something twist in her heart when she sets eyes on him, when she picks up on her nervousness so easily because it's a thing they have with each other, a preternatural ability to sense what the other is feeling without so much words.
To be fair, she is nervous too; she'd spent an hour beating out the same rug over and over, nerves settling into a tight ball in her stomach. A simple beef stew is boiling on a stove, and she'd settled for a simple accompanying fare of steamed rice and vegetables. Easy enough to make, and she'd had to mash up some of the vegetables to mix into Eleanor's porridge anyway.
Her daughter is crawling happily on her colourful patch of numbers, knocking her toys around, firmly suckling on her pacifier; she only looks up briefly when Mako answers the door, quite oblivious to the fact that her father stood on the other end side of it.
Mako, however, feels a lump catch in her throat, and her gaze lingers on him before she pulls open the door further. He's late, but it doesn't matter; the important thing is that he's here. ] Come in. [ Her apartment is small, but cozy; she'd brought none of the things they bought when they'd lived together, and in the few photoframes were only the photographs she had of Eleanor. No Raleigh -- not when the memory of him still rings bittersweet and painful. ]
Sorry for the mess. Eleanor's in a very good mood today.
bby ure perfect u///u
To be fair, she is nervous too; she'd spent an hour beating out the same rug over and over, nerves settling into a tight ball in her stomach. A simple beef stew is boiling on a stove, and she'd settled for a simple accompanying fare of steamed rice and vegetables. Easy enough to make, and she'd had to mash up some of the vegetables to mix into Eleanor's porridge anyway.
Her daughter is crawling happily on her colourful patch of numbers, knocking her toys around, firmly suckling on her pacifier; she only looks up briefly when Mako answers the door, quite oblivious to the fact that her father stood on the other end side of it.
Mako, however, feels a lump catch in her throat, and her gaze lingers on him before she pulls open the door further. He's late, but it doesn't matter; the important thing is that he's here. ] Come in. [ Her apartment is small, but cozy; she'd brought none of the things they bought when they'd lived together, and in the few photoframes were only the photographs she had of Eleanor. No Raleigh -- not when the memory of him still rings bittersweet and painful. ]
Sorry for the mess. Eleanor's in a very good mood today.