[ It's been some time since that talk they had at his hospital bed. His mind hasn't settled and his blood certainly hasn't cooled since, what's more is that he's not sure how much of himself he really feels like. Or rather, which "him" is he supposed to be feeling.
Speaking, revealing, that name stirred something inside Bishop and he's not quite sure what it is, but the warmth she planted in his chest was still there pulsing steadily with his heart. Like a gentle melody from a music box, a bit distant but heard and familiar. There was still quite a lot of things he couldn't figure out which he also had to do alone, and while his head is akin to a puzzle with missing pieces, he did however have one thing he wanted to do.
As the day winded down and he went going about his duties, and Marie going about hers, Bishop had placed a box gift wrapped in simple dark blue wrapping and a white ribbon under the cashier. Resting a top the gift was folded card with her name on it and a simple note that reads: ]
How I feel when you're around given form
[ On the corner of the card is a small drawing of a certain chess piece, and inside is a handcrafted shawl made specifically for her if the fitting gave any kind of indication. How he managed to get his hands on this, he'll never tell. Why he didn't just give it to her directly, well, he might not be as mature as his age might suggest. ]
Marie quickly guessed this gift came from Bishop, but it's quite a mystery why he decided to give her something out of the blue. Is this a thank-you gift for showing up at the hospital and cheering him up? He didn't have to; she didn't come there with the intention of getting anything in return. But refusing such a pretty shawl, also considering his message and how the fabric radiates warmth in her hold... she'll gladly take it.
He probably isn't expecting her to give him a reply given the secrecy behind this, but she'll text him regardless. A smile quirks on her lips as she simply sends, ]
Thank you dearly, mon ami. It is really warm. I shall wear it soon. ✿
[ and whether or not he'll reply back, she'll be happy with how today turned out, anyway. ]
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Speaking, revealing, that name stirred something inside Bishop and he's not quite sure what it is, but the warmth she planted in his chest was still there pulsing steadily with his heart. Like a gentle melody from a music box, a bit distant but heard and familiar. There was still quite a lot of things he couldn't figure out which he also had to do alone, and while his head is akin to a puzzle with missing pieces, he did however have one thing he wanted to do.
As the day winded down and he went going about his duties, and Marie going about hers, Bishop had placed a box gift wrapped in simple dark blue wrapping and a white ribbon under the cashier. Resting a top the gift was folded card with her name on it and a simple note that reads: ]
How I feel when you're around given form
[ On the corner of the card is a small drawing of a certain chess piece, and inside is a handcrafted shawl made specifically for her if the fitting gave any kind of indication. How he managed to get his hands on this, he'll never tell. Why he didn't just give it to her directly, well, he might not be as mature as his age might suggest. ]
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Marie quickly guessed this gift came from Bishop, but it's quite a mystery why he decided to give her something out of the blue. Is this a thank-you gift for showing up at the hospital and cheering him up? He didn't have to; she didn't come there with the intention of getting anything in return. But refusing such a pretty shawl, also considering his message and how the fabric radiates warmth in her hold... she'll gladly take it.
He probably isn't expecting her to give him a reply given the secrecy behind this, but she'll text him regardless. A smile quirks on her lips as she simply sends, ]
Thank you dearly, mon ami. It is really warm. I shall wear it soon. ✿
[ and whether or not he'll reply back, she'll be happy with how today turned out, anyway. ]