There will always be someone to care for you, no matter your choices [Completed]
Character(s): Gwen and Roxas.
Content: A last supper while you're still the person you think you are; or, a mother home cooks for a Nobody.
Setting: Vyers' apartment.
Time: Evening, week 34 I think, sometime after a Laharl and Gwen go steak hunting in Spira (not yet posted).
Warnings: Prob a bit of sadness...
Gwen never quite questioned where Paixao’s food came from. It was there, accessible, and she continued to shop at Matinal’s and try to keep some form of stocked cabinets, even despite things happening like, as she denoted “The Waffle Incident.” Although even that hadn’t bothered Gwen, and it did result in her son cleaning it up himself, which seemed like quite the feat, and something to make a mother proud. So, even despite the sometimes-possibly-more-often-than-not misuse of the kitchen and the food kept within, she still stocked it.
But sometimes Matinal’s just didn’t cut it. Roxas needed a home-cooked, warm meal; she was sure that it would help whatever was wearing the boy down, and to make it right she needed to properly know where her main course came from. That probably didn’t mean that she needed to go on an excursion to Spira; nonetheless that’s what Gwen had done, and she may have still been a little bumped and bruised, but the prize of meat from a Behemoth of Mt. Gagazet was worth it in her mind.
Laharl may have been thinking other things about the trip, but he had to get his stubbornness from someone.
She had already finished most of the preparations and was setting everything to cook (having made a few portions for her husband and son as well) and waited, an afterthought in her mind wondering if Simba would prefer his Behemoth raw, but then she did have extras. It was a Behemoth. They didn’t bring home it all, but they certainly brought home enough.
Content: A last supper while you're still the person you think you are; or, a mother home cooks for a Nobody.
Setting: Vyers' apartment.
Time: Evening, week 34 I think, sometime after a Laharl and Gwen go steak hunting in Spira (not yet posted).
Warnings: Prob a bit of sadness...
Gwen never quite questioned where Paixao’s food came from. It was there, accessible, and she continued to shop at Matinal’s and try to keep some form of stocked cabinets, even despite things happening like, as she denoted “The Waffle Incident.” Although even that hadn’t bothered Gwen, and it did result in her son cleaning it up himself, which seemed like quite the feat, and something to make a mother proud. So, even despite the sometimes-possibly-more-often-than-not misuse of the kitchen and the food kept within, she still stocked it.
But sometimes Matinal’s just didn’t cut it. Roxas needed a home-cooked, warm meal; she was sure that it would help whatever was wearing the boy down, and to make it right she needed to properly know where her main course came from. That probably didn’t mean that she needed to go on an excursion to Spira; nonetheless that’s what Gwen had done, and she may have still been a little bumped and bruised, but the prize of meat from a Behemoth of Mt. Gagazet was worth it in her mind.
Laharl may have been thinking other things about the trip, but he had to get his stubbornness from someone.
She had already finished most of the preparations and was setting everything to cook (having made a few portions for her husband and son as well) and waited, an afterthought in her mind wondering if Simba would prefer his Behemoth raw, but then she did have extras. It was a Behemoth. They didn’t bring home it all, but they certainly brought home enough.