Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

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[anathematics]

It really has been a lovely day. Things still feel a little less muddled with these particular voices creating a tapestry around the edges of her thoughts. The oddity of The Rest Of Her Life is a little less faintly overwhelming, a little more reasonable.

Everything was sort of infinitely reasonable in comparison to what they've all been through, after all.

So it really has been lovely to be able to breathe here for a while, letting an afternoon spin idly by. And it really is quite lovely to set herself down on a blanket next to Aziraphale, attention flitting across this comforting collection of familiar faces before coming to rest on the angel's.

"How can there possibly be any left?"

Not that she won't have one. Sweets are good to nibble at the beginning of a pensive mood.

The softest. Have some soft, Anathema. You haven't had enough of it in your life.

[theniceone]

"Well..." Aziraphale blushes very faintly. "I might have hidden a few. Just in the interests of protecting them from the children!" The Them had fair well attacked the petit fours (although Pepper had steadfastly refused to eat any of the pink ones, at all). Even from this relative distance, Brian can still be seen to have crumbs and icing on his face.

it's ineffable but she likes it

[anathematics]

There's something even sweeter about the little confession than the cake itself. It's the soft sort of thought that only fits once everything in the world is actually properly right again.

Or, at least, mostly right.

Anathema allows a soft exhale just faintly like a sigh as she nods around a bite of petit four. "Clever."

[theniceone]

"Thank you."

Aziraphale does look rather pleased with himself. Actually, as he looks around, he seems rather pleased with everything. "It's such a good world," he murmurs, quietly happy as he looks at everyone, at the green hills and blue sky. "Don't you think?"