[He waits a few days for things to calm down and for word of everything to get back to them. For word to get back to her. It takes that much time to get things right anyway.
He doesn't call for her over the network like he usually does, or ask her to meet him in the training room. He doesn't seek her out for conversation at all. It shouldn't be a conversation. Not when he never should have seen it in the first place. Instead, he rolls up the piece of parchment once he's satisfied and attaches it to the door of the North Wing, only sending her a brief text message that he's left something there for her.
When Viveca retrieves the paper, it will come with a short note that says only who it's from.
Unrolling it will reveal an ink drawing, lovingly and skillfully crafted. Its subjects sit side by side on a log, a simple pose to keep the focus on the two individuals instead of anything else. His detailing of Viveca was easier to do, and her expression as she engages with the man sitting next to her isn't too unlike some of the rare fond smiles he's seen flicker across her face from time to time.
Viveca will recognize the man sitting next to her as Lathlaeril. His expression too is fond, if more reserved. It's the unfortunate product of guesswork more than reality given his limited and rather traumatizing references to work with, but he'd seen the love and affection with which the man had looked at her, and he only hopes he's done him justice. If nothing else, the picture leaves no question as to the fondness shared between its two occupants.
He doesn't know if she'll appreciate it or if it's overstepping. If she tears it in two or burns it, she'll have every right, but he hopes that the drawing will bring her some small measure of peace.]
For Viveca, post ai/commander
He doesn't call for her over the network like he usually does, or ask her to meet him in the training room. He doesn't seek her out for conversation at all. It shouldn't be a conversation. Not when he never should have seen it in the first place. Instead, he rolls up the piece of parchment once he's satisfied and attaches it to the door of the North Wing, only sending her a brief text message that he's left something there for her.
When Viveca retrieves the paper, it will come with a short note that says only who it's from.
Unrolling it will reveal an ink drawing, lovingly and skillfully crafted. Its subjects sit side by side on a log, a simple pose to keep the focus on the two individuals instead of anything else. His detailing of Viveca was easier to do, and her expression as she engages with the man sitting next to her isn't too unlike some of the rare fond smiles he's seen flicker across her face from time to time.
Viveca will recognize the man sitting next to her as Lathlaeril. His expression too is fond, if more reserved. It's the unfortunate product of guesswork more than reality given his limited and rather traumatizing references to work with, but he'd seen the love and affection with which the man had looked at her, and he only hopes he's done him justice. If nothing else, the picture leaves no question as to the fondness shared between its two occupants.
He doesn't know if she'll appreciate it or if it's overstepping. If she tears it in two or burns it, she'll have every right, but he hopes that the drawing will bring her some small measure of peace.]