Have those here. Not the way they'd want them. Soybean patties probably aren't to Caelan's taste. Hugh falters off, listens to that little exchange instead. Lilies and cosmos. They have the seeds here on the ship, but the two of them talk as if it's just - a matter of a hop and a skip before Cassius can return to his own. As if this Garden of his is somewhere that could be reached, found again.
Hm.
"We won't be long." Hugh paces to the door, punches in the numbers again. "Ready, Cassius?"
He might be lying. They might be long, from the uncertain stirring of the ship around him. Can practically feel it in his bones at this point. He's trying not to consider the fact that it might be more than theoretical, these feelings. These senses.
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"We don't--"
Have those here. Not the way they'd want them. Soybean patties probably aren't to Caelan's taste. Hugh falters off, listens to that little exchange instead. Lilies and cosmos. They have the seeds here on the ship, but the two of them talk as if it's just - a matter of a hop and a skip before Cassius can return to his own. As if this Garden of his is somewhere that could be reached, found again.
Hm.
"We won't be long." Hugh paces to the door, punches in the numbers again. "Ready, Cassius?"
He might be lying. They might be long, from the uncertain stirring of the ship around him. Can practically feel it in his bones at this point. He's trying not to consider the fact that it might be more than theoretical, these feelings. These senses.