[ Wait until Akaza finds out non-violent touch can be weaponized. Pavlova's flight response to his hair being smoothed back is something else.
As it is, though, Pavlova doesn't see a single thing wrong with this arrangement, swinging their hands gently as he follows along. The light bobs around the trees as he controls it, peering at different flowers in a radius around them as they walk. ]
[he has definitely begun to learn that... but even so, it'll likely continue to be effective against him for a very long time, too.
it's... still very strange to akaza, for pav to act so whimsical around what he now knows with certainty is a demon. pavlova is a mystery on many levels, really. he's a thousand years old, but a child, he's sweet and playful, but insistent that cookies are plenty capable of the same horrors that humans and presumably demons are... maybe akaza should just give up trying to fully understand him, and take things as they come, the same way pavlova just looks at the flowers they pass.]
... Do you know what they are? I've never seen any of these.
[... don't mind akaza, just pausing to crouch down in front of some of the forget-me-nots. he looks ready to pluck a few of them out, but... pauses.]
... They'll die if I pick them. [they're not what he's looking for, but... that name. and the idea of bringing miss lily a lily, but bringing her one that would die would be fucked up -- ugh, this being nice and sentimental thing is hard.]
[ He tilts his head a little. Well, he kind of gets what Akaza is worried about. He's not sure he's ever seen ayone get concerned over the life of a flower before, though. ]
They will, but more will grow back. Forget me nots reseed themselves. If you're careful you can take a cutting and get them to sprout roots. Then you can just plant them again somewhere else.
Thanks. I'll do that. [if pavlova says that's the spot, akaza trusts him. he carefully measures his strength to snap off just this part of the plant and nothing else... and carefully tucks the cutting away. hopefully he doesn't just kill it anyway...
when he looks back up, he inhales deeply once or twice, and furrows his brows. they are still on the path, but... it branches, and he can't pick out the scent anymore.]
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As it is, though, Pavlova doesn't see a single thing wrong with this arrangement, swinging their hands gently as he follows along. The light bobs around the trees as he controls it, peering at different flowers in a radius around them as they walk. ]
Okay!
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it's... still very strange to akaza, for pav to act so whimsical around what he now knows with certainty is a demon. pavlova is a mystery on many levels, really. he's a thousand years old, but a child, he's sweet and playful, but insistent that cookies are plenty capable of the same horrors that humans and presumably demons are... maybe akaza should just give up trying to fully understand him, and take things as they come, the same way pavlova just looks at the flowers they pass.]
... Do you know what they are? I've never seen any of these.
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Oh, yes. Some of them look to be from my world as well. I don't think Milkcrowns are native to anywhere else.
[ He's not going to explain how they're cultivated, but he nods to a pretty white flower that indeed looks like a crown, vaguely. ]
There are forget-me-nots too, those little blue ones. And it looks like there are a few different kinds of lilies out here too.
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... They'll die if I pick them. [they're not what he's looking for, but... that name. and the idea of bringing miss lily a lily, but bringing her one that would die would be fucked up -- ugh, this being nice and sentimental thing is hard.]
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They will, but more will grow back. Forget me nots reseed themselves. If you're careful you can take a cutting and get them to sprout roots. Then you can just plant them again somewhere else.
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How do I cut it?
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[ He points about four inches down a stem, just below a "joint" in the flower. ]
Then you'd cut the lower leaves and let it sit in a glass of water, with good sun exposure. I'd keep it inside for now though, since its getting cold.
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when he looks back up, he inhales deeply once or twice, and furrows his brows. they are still on the path, but... it branches, and he can't pick out the scent anymore.]
... Why don't you choose the way to go?