It was amazing how much work was necessary for a small get together, but also how quickly and easily it went with the help of another person. Especially when that person happened to be on staff
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Beauty wasn't what matter to Aara in the slightest. Acceptance on the other hand...
All she wanted was a place to belong. To feel loved and cherished and a part of something. More than simply 'different.' More than the outcast. More than someone others frowned at when they neared, or turned their noses up as they snuffed her existence time and again.
Her own beauty was the last thing on Aara's mind--she simply wished to understand why people--her old clan, mostly--seemed to thing she was a black mark on society. Why scathing glances were shot her way. Why everyone seemed to dislike something about the way she looked.
Maybe if she understood beauty, she would better understand why she didn't have it.
But the sky. The sky. That was something Aara lived for. Thrived in. The sky was one of her treasures. One of her happiest memories. To have eyes that remind someone of something that makes her so incredibly happy.... She felt fulfilled. To have Bobby appreciate his own blue eyes as well, for something he most certainly loved and thrived for--it filled her all the more, and her eyes and smile showed Aara's complete and utter delight.
If Bobby ever found out about all of that, he'd wish even more than he could take her back to his world. He knew exactly what it was like not to be accepted by people, to be viewed as different, as a freak, over something you couldn't changed.
But at least he'd had the Institute. He would've loved to share that with her.
All he knew was that she was smiling now, though. That was good enough for him.
All she wanted was a place to belong. To feel loved and cherished and a part of something. More than simply 'different.' More than the outcast. More than someone others frowned at when they neared, or turned their noses up as they snuffed her existence time and again.
Her own beauty was the last thing on Aara's mind--she simply wished to understand why people--her old clan, mostly--seemed to thing she was a black mark on society. Why scathing glances were shot her way. Why everyone seemed to dislike something about the way she looked.
Maybe if she understood beauty, she would better understand why she didn't have it.
But the sky. The sky. That was something Aara lived for. Thrived in. The sky was one of her treasures. One of her happiest memories. To have eyes that remind someone of something that makes her so incredibly happy.... She felt fulfilled. To have Bobby appreciate his own blue eyes as well, for something he most certainly loved and thrived for--it filled her all the more, and her eyes and smile showed Aara's complete and utter delight.
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But at least he'd had the Institute. He would've loved to share that with her.
All he knew was that she was smiling now, though. That was good enough for him.
"Do you want one of those cupcakes?"
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She smiles a bit shyly, cheeks pinking lightly at the offer.
"Will you try one too?"
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