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[fuckingwolverine]

Lilly Desange
1205 Banana Bread Drive

[Feel free to use this space for letter/package deliveries as well as visits/knocks on the front door!]

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September 6th, Afternoon

[termineur]

[ Gabriel doesn't exactly knock on Lilly's door. Usually, he comes by, leaves a meat dish of something-or-other (always very juicy), and then heads back home. But today, he's just sort of...lingering outside her house.

He's not sure if she's even home or not, but he does have something for her, and it's the sort of thing that needs to be given in person. And have some lessons behind it.

If he does see her, either in the window or outside, he'll wave at her. He'll let her decide if she wants to see him today. ]

[fuckingwolverine]

[After he's been out there for about ten minutes, there's a quick, small movement by the window as she peeks out. Once she sees who it is, she pops fully into view, banging on the glass for good measure. Hi!!!

She'll come gamboling out the door immediately, on all fours as usual.]

[termineur]

[ He catches her right before she bangs on the glass, and thankfully just barely manages to avoid jumping in surprise. Good thing he doesn't have a heart condition, eh? Of course, he grins and waves as planned.

Once she's outside, he nods at her, clearly hopeful. ]

Hey, Lilly. Thought I might want to try some boar hunting today. You interested?

[fuckingwolverine]

[She lets out a little whoop, bouncing in place in anticipation. Fuck yeah, let's go kill shit! She's definitely interested.]

[termineur]

[ Well, that's a 'yes' if he's ever seen one. He grins, letting her see the not-very-nice smirk he has when he's hunting sometimes. ]

All right. First things first, we've gotta track one down. I know where they tend to hang out, so we can start there. D'ya know what we'll be looking for?

[ He turns to head towards the forest, hoping she'll follow him with not much prompting. She seems pretty excited. ]

and then i promptly lost this tag

[fuckingwolverine]

Big.

[She says confidently, dropping down to all fours and happily hopping along. A big pig had been how he'd described it to her, but guess who has no idea what a pig is?]

it happens!

[termineur]

[ He nods. ]

Yep, definitely big. But we have to be able to track it before we see it, even with how big it is. So once we get there, keep an eye for hoofprints like...this.

[ He points for a moment at a soft patch of dirt, slowing down to do so. With a hand out in sort of a claw, he pushes it down, and a boar track appears, complete with smaller 'dots' on the sides. ]

[fuckingwolverine]

[Ooh, cool. Lilly studies the print hard, then shows that she understands by copying his gesture, making another, smaller print next to his.]

We'll eat it?

[She clarifies, looking back up at him.]

[termineur]

[ The secondary hoof print makes Gabriel smile. She's clearly paying attention. ]

Yeah, we're definitely gonna eat it. But first we've got to track it down, kill it, and take it apart so we can reach the eat-able parts.

[ And then he'll cook it, but he'll cross that bridge when they come to it.

He starts walking again. The animals here are always that much easier to find, due to the fact that they're hardly camouflaged with their pastel coloring. And he'll make it a little easier for Lilly still. He wants her first experience with something this large to be a good one. ]

How d'you think we'll kill it?

[ Planning ahead is important, of course. ]

[fuckingwolverine]

[That is a good question, and one she has to think about for a moment.]

Hit it.

[She says finally, though the doubt in her voice is obvious. It's big, after all; maybe it's too big to hit. Her second guess is probably a little more reasonable.]

Knife?

[termineur]

[ He can see her thought process running through the problem with just hitting it, and nods at her final conclusion. ]

A knife, yeah. We'll have to stab it in the neck- [ He gestures on his neck, showing the exact spot where one would cut an artery on a human. ]- and do it hard enough to pierce the skin. So, if we're going to be doing that...

[ He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a hunting knife. He takes it out of its sheath and offers it to Lilly, handle towards her. ]

I figured you could use a good knife of your own.

[ And if she accidentally attempts to stab herself by being over-zealous or some such thing, Gabriel will be using telekinesis to make sure that knife doesn't meet skin. But anything else she wants to try it on is fair game. It's sharp and serrated towards the sheath, perfect for using as a tool. Gabriel also made sure it was as durable as Meadous materials would allow. ]

[fuckingwolverine]

[She stops walking for a moment, taking the knife in both hands, and though she does run her fingers all over it - blade included - she's careful, and doesn't puncture or break any skin. Looking back up at him, she tries to clarify:]

Mine?

[Or is he going to take it back after the hunt?]

[termineur]

[ He hesitates for a moment, trying to decide whether to put conditions on it or not.

Ultimately, he nods at her. She's already showed him that he might not need his telekinetic intervention. ]

Yours. All yours.

Around Christmastime

[termineur]

[ Today, Gabriel brings Lilly the normal meal- basically a pot of slow-cooked meat with whatever veggies he could hide inside. But next to it in front of her door, he also leaves a package, wrapped in a rain poncho to (hopefully) protect it against the elements. A large note on the outside reads "FOR LILLY."

If Lilly opens the box, she will find a framed picture of Victoria and her Mama. It's a sturdy frame, with a little metal stand that she can use to set it up on the floor. But Gabriel's aware it might just get broken, so he'll keep an eye out for it when he comes around to pick up his pot in a few days. ]

[fuckingwolverine]

[Before he even gets a chance to drop by, he'll get a visitor of his own, hammering at his door with very Lilly-like knocks (which is to say, loud and unending, done with open palms rather than a closed fist). ]

[termineur]

[ Well, with that sort of knock, Gabriel never takes too long to open the door.
Even though he's very aware it's her, he smiles as soon as he sees her. ]

Hi, Lilly.

[fuckingwolverine]

[She responds by shoving the picture in his face, wild with delight. She knows it was from you, buddy; it was next to your food.]

How! How!

[The picture shows a young blonde girl, maybe eight or nine years old, with long curly hair and glasses. A creature stands behind her, wrapping her up in its long, spindly arms.]

[termineur]

[ Gabriel has luckily had some time to get used to the image of what has to be Mama. He'd been assuming she was something pretty different, but now he knows just how much. If this Mama had been keeping Lilly alive and happy, though, that was all he cared about.

Lilly's excitement tells him he made the right guess on this present. ]

I wished for it. I didn't know if it'd work, but it did. Neat, huh?

[fuckingwolverine]

[She touches the picture, running a pudgy finger down one of Mama's wispy, shadowy tendrils.]

Zephyr?

[termineur]

Yep. Zephyr grants the wishes. I guess they figured out a way to get a picture like this.

[fuckingwolverine]

But not Mama.

[It's still kind of a weird distinction for her. Mama and Victoria came during the rain, after all, and even though she's been told that the rain hadn't been real, it had felt real. The difference between being real and feeling real is a confusing, blurry distinction for a seven-year-old. Under her breath, she murmurs:]

Stupid.

[Immediately afterwards, she clutches the picture tight to her chest. But not this. This isn't stupid; she wants this.]

[termineur]

Yeah, it is.

[ He can't argue that, as he'll never entirely understand why the 'rules' basically say they have to be kept apart. He does have faith that it's not Zephyr's fault, now- that they're doing everything they can to forge connections.

Unfortunately, it's just not the sort of thing you can explain to a kid missing her mom. ]

The picture's good, though, huh?

[fuckingwolverine]

Mmm!

[She's pleased about that, at least. She points the picture towards him again, ready to do a full introduction.]

Victoria.

[She says, stabbing her finger at the image of the older girl.]

She's big. She likes talking.

[termineur]

Well, hello Victoria.

[ He says it with a smile. ]

I'm glad to see her. She is pretty big.

[ Comparatively, at least. ]

[fuckingwolverine]

It's not-- she's not her.

[Lily says, frowning a little; the way Gabriel introduced himself to the picture has her wondering if he might not actually know this.]

This Victoria just looks like real Victoria. Like TV. She can't hear you.