𝗺͟𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨.. 、

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ᅠ ᅠ𝒐nce again i find myself tugging @darikelamkari 's sleeves with a look of hesitance. “young master?” ᅠ

ᅠ i think.. it would taste even better that way.” ╱ @darikelamkari ᅠ

ᅠ that's why this means more to me than he might imagine. “so thank you, young master.” i lifted my eyes to meet his, the bashfulness still lingering despite my best efforts to compose myself. “shall we share the castella when we return to the estate? - ᅠ

ᅠ to laugh or gently remind him that we were still in the middle of town. “the truth is..” i hesitated, choosing my words with care. “i've long since made peace with never having tried them. childhood wishes have a way of fading on their own.” - ᅠ

ᅠ wholehearted kindness, especially when it was directed at someone as ordinary as myself. i could not help the faint warmth that rose to my cheeks as he rubbed his nose lightly against my hair. it was such an oddly affectionate gesture that i was unsure whether i ought - ᅠ

ᅠ be something else that needed the money more. the admission felt strangely silly now. i looked up at him then, my smile turning sheepish. “..thank you, young master. i think my younger self would be very happy right now.” ╱ @darikelamkari ᅠ

ᅠ with the coins they had saved.” i let out a soft laugh while turning the bag over in my hands, careful not to crumple it. “i remember standing off to the side and wondering what they tasted like.. i never had the chance to try them myself.” for there always seemed to - ᅠ

ᅠ “..young master, you really didn't have to.” although his question drew my gaze back toward the little stall. “when i was a child, the vendor used to come by our neighborhood from time to time. the other children would gather around and buy sweets - ᅠ

ᅠ there had always been something more important to spend money on. before i knew it, i had come to a stop entirely, my gaze lingering upon the little stall perhaps a touch too long. ╱ @darikelamkari ᅠ

ᅠ when i was little, the vendor would sometimes pass through our neighborhood, and i would watch from afar as other children bought one or two with the few coins in their pockets. i had always wanted to know what they tasted like. i never did. - ᅠ

ᅠ now and then to the various stalls we passed. then, quite unexpectedly, my steps slowed when a familiar scent drifted through the air. there, at the corner of the street, stood a small vendor with a tray of sweets i had not seen in years. i remembered them well. - ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ𝒕he town was as lively as ever, its streets filled with merchants calling out to passing customers and children weaving through the crowds with laughter in their wake. i followed a step behind young master as always, my attention shifting - ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠa familiar memory. ╱ @darikelamkari ᅠ

ᅠ and, though i would never admit it aloud, i found that i rather liked being the reason for it. ╱ end. ᅠ

ᅠ sincere ones nonetheless. outside, the afternoon light spilled through the windows, warm and golden, and for a little while longer the room remained filled with nothing but that quiet, uncomplicated happiness. for now, it was enough that the young master was smiling. - ᅠ