Finished In Memoriam PV Viva

1 Apr 2024, 00:15

Interacting With: @Genevieve Delacourt
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Date: 11th October, Early Afternoon
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Certainly the box wouldn't solve the torment of what this day meant to him but at least it was productive. He was actively choosing to remember her and spend the day making a collection of her memories. Speeding down and through the Slytherin Common Room as to not keep Viva waiting in the corridors he grabbed everything he could possibly think of which he came to realise was rather difficult. Matthew had no real memories of his mother so every notion he had came from the words of his father, but a shared memory was just as real as his own.

From all his searching he was only able to produce 3 photographs, his necklace and an old sketchbook she had used to draw pictures of her patient in. It broke his heart slightly realising just how little he really had of his mother, at home he was sure there would be plenty of memories to draw on but none of it was really his own. The memory box was such a beautiful idea but how could he return to Viva with only this. It was barely enough to fill a page on a diary let alone a whole box. Perhaps he should just not go back and she would take it as a sign he was too upset to return. Though that was hardly fair on the girl who brought his smile back from his darkest of moments.

Losing himself in the images he was first transported to his parents engagement photo. They were both romantics who loved the classic rom-coms and so his dad had set up a custom drive in theatre for the both of them to spend the night, unbeknownst to her his intention to propose. His father had never managed to tell the story without a smile as bright as the sun warming his face.

Whirling back in time to when they barely had started dating the next photo was taken at his fathers first art auction where he sold his first piece professionally. According to the old man she was more excited than him and threw her arms around him in perfect time for the flash of the camera. You can see the stunned, beaming face of his father as she tells him for the first time she loves him.

The final image is simple but perfectly elegant. Stood in front of a cherry blossom tree is the positively glowing visage of his mother in her ivory wedding dress flowing gracefully in the wind. Pink blossoms flying around her as if a moment frozen completely still in time. It was one of two photos he had of the them together, of course he was just the size of a grape in her stomach but he took comfort in knowing he was with them on their wedding day.

Defeated and unsure of what to tell Viva he flipped though the pages of the book and found it to be half empty an idea striking in his head. The box would be incredible one day and perhaps he would even find things over Christmas but for now his head was filled with another idea. In the emptiness of the white sheets he found inspiration. Immediately setting off to find Viva he moved through the corridors as fast as his legs would allow, hoping she would reassure him that his idea was a good one, while not having a clue of what he was really doing.

Sprinting around the halls he flew almost straight into the girl choking slightly as his breath caught up with him. With a wide smile and a spark of hope behind his eyes he handed her the book saying, "Hey Viva, so I tried to find things for the box but honestly I don't have very much so I don't know if I can do it. BUT! I did find this." Excitedly he flipped through some of the pages as the girls face was filled with a collection of caricature like illustrations of his mother's formers patients. Upon reaching the final page she was met with an almost empty page that had two words written at the top, saying 'My Baby'. In a pleading tone he spoke softly to her "She never got to finish it, so I thought maybe if we did then it might make her happy. She loved doodling these drawings and clearly she wanted to draw me so I just thought at least if I can't remember her as much as I want to. I can give her this gift. Only I can't draw myself so I thought maybe you could do it? Then I could draw you, and I could even continue the book drawing people at Hogwarts, like a continuation of her work connecting us."

Patiently awaiting her reaction and hoping he didn't come across like a total idiot he felt a pang of worry hit his chest and even softer than before he spoke quietly, "If it's silly just say, I really liked your idea. I just don't have enough to fill a box." A slight sadness beginning to fill his mind once again.

Godmods between Matthew and Viva are permitted by both Authors

Last edited by Matthew Campbell on 26 Sep 2024, 09:05, edited 2 times in total.

Nikolai Volka // "Light, light: do not go

I sing you this song and I will sing another as well." // Matthew Campbell

1 Apr 2024, 01:28

Speech: #008000

Waiting patiently for @Matthew Campbell

A soft humming sound filled the corridor, as one very petite blue-eyed girl waited patiently for the Slytherin boy she was starting to care for. The sweet melody that escaped from the girl's lips was tinged by a pall of sorrow, as was this very emotional day. The girl hastily turned her head as the sound of footsteps approached, wondering if it was the one whom she was waiting for. She bit her lip and tried to look as if she hadn't gotten so excited when she realised it was someone else entirely, just another student she didn't know. The student quickly passed by, however, and the girl leaned against the stone wall. She closed her eyes and resumed her humming, drifting away on her thoughts.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open in bewilderment as she felt a gust of air whoosh past her, and squeaked as she was nearly run into by the boy. "Matthew!" Viva exclaimed, breathing out. She tried to sqelch the strange warm feeling that started bubbling up at the sight of him. She was so glad when she saw the hope in his eyes, and allowed herself to smile. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it as Matthew kept talking, all in a rush. Viva blinked as he showed her the sketchbook he held in his hands. She took a step forward, and leaned over his arm to get a good look at what was on the pages.

"They're beautiful," Viva said softly, commenting on the detailed drawings which filled the pages of the sketchbook. Putting two and two together, she realised this must have been his mother's. She listened to Matthew, drawing her eyes away from the book and up into his face. "I think... I think that's a lovely idea." Viva tried to ignore the fact that her eyes were starting to water. How sweet, and kind, and thoughtful. It's beautiful, if not horribly sad. She nodded, blinking madly. "Only... I'm not the best artist," she tried to give a little laugh, which sounded very fake. She turned away to wipe her eyes on the sleeve of her robes. "I can try, though," Viva turned back towards Matthew. "Of course I'll try." Her eyes sparkled, and her next words were very quiet. "And I would love it if you could draw me."

She grabbed his arm as he began to look sad, and asked her to tell him if it was a silly idea. "And don't be like that! I can tell when you're doubting yourself, or pushing off your ideas like they're dumb. They're not! I think you are very creative, and thoughtful, and have wonderful ideas! Stop doubting yourself!" Viva felt her cheeks flame as she looked down. She hadn't meant to raise her voice like that. That probably wasn't going to make him feel any better. I can tell he's insecure, Viva thought to herself as she pretended to study the floor. I can see it because I recognize that in myself, as well.

Godmodding between Matthew and Viva is permitted by both authors.

Last edited by Genevieve Delacourt on 24 Sep 2024, 03:02, edited 1 time in total.

Viva ⭒✧ "Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." ✧⭒ Adrien
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13 Apr 2024, 08:32

Interacting With: @Genevieve Delacourt
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Date: 11th October, Early Afternoon
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In moments like this Matthew could see just how clearly Viva saw him it wasn't just surface level but far deeper than anyone had before. She understood his soul and reached out to it in a way he hadn't thought possible. She was truly remarkable and as his memory fluttered back to that fateful night in the astronomy tower he felt utterly blessed to have shared a friendship with her.

Blushing slightly as she asked him to draw her he laughed a long with her sharing the sentiment that he too was no artist "Don't worry I'm not great either, you'd think having two artistic parents would give you a helping hand but clearly I lack that particular trait!" Whenever Viva saw him, really saw him it lowered a guard he was only becoming aware recently that he had, it was like all his life he had been holding up a shield, protecting himself from others but with her he could put it down. It was effortless to be around such an incredible girl.

Smile now back in full swing he pulled out a collection of markers and pencils and offered her the choice of any, "Well we better get started, here seems as good a place as any, it'll be less crowded than the classrooms or great hall." Pausing slightly to take in the sight of her blonde hair how it shone in the sunlight, a thought flickered in his head even sleep deprived she looks better than anyone I've ever seen. Clearing his throat he looked at her with hopeful eyes, his words deep and full of sentiment, "I'm really thankful for you Viva I hope you know that. Today is still hard but with you everything seems a little bit lighter!"

His face was now breaking into a deep red blush but he couldn't resist telling her. She was so kind and thoughtful and everything he hadn't experienced from girls at his old school, not to mention many of the people he had met in Hogwarts so far that were just as cruel. She had a warmth to her though an openness and a similar heart to his own, wanting to help where she could. Continuing on pushing through the heat in his face and holding her hand directing her down to the floor he spoke softly "I don't mean to doubt myself all the time, really I don't. It's just that usually no one really listens to what I have to say. I grew up pretty lonely so I guess I just fall back into the patterns even when I am with you, who has been nothing but wonderful since the moment we met. Is it strange to say I'm happy you forgot your book bag?"

There was a quiet stillness to the corridor as they sat and handed the paper and pens between the two of them but in the silence was a gentleness, a hope that this friendship would last a lifetime. He couldn't imagine being without Viva now that she was in his life as scary as that was to admit. Growing up alone meant pushing people away to not risk getting hurt but in this moment, looking into Viva's dazzling eyes as they sparkled and her smile glowing in the daylight he was sure without a shadow of a doubt she couldn't hurt him in a million years.

Averting his gaze slightly out of embarrassment for his revelations he put his focus onto the paper starting with her face, one of his favourite qualities about her were those sapphire eyes. It was the first thing he noticed about her, believing them to shine as bright as the stars themselves. So he was determined to capture them to the best of his ability!

Nikolai Volka // "Light, light: do not go

I sing you this song and I will sing another as well." // Matthew Campbell

13 Apr 2024, 16:57

Speech: #008000

Trying to draw @Matthew Campbell

Viva smiled as Matthew held out a range of art supplies for her to choose from. She decided to go with a good reliable pencil. She tilted her head as she reached out and grabbed one, looking up at Matthew curiously. "Did you bring these from home?" She hadn't seen a pencil at Hogwarts yet. All the writing so far had been done with quills. She listened as he suggested starting right in the corridor. "Right here?" Viva was a little hesitant. She blinked as she noticed Matthew pausing and looking at her, not quite sure what to think. Blinking even more at his next words, Viva began to blush. "Oh," she murmured in a quiet voice, "Thank you." Her traitor heart fluttered in her chest as she felt Matthew's warm hand help her to the ground. She wasn't talking much, but she felt like that was okay. There wasn't much she needed to say.

She could feel her throat closing and her heart rate increasing. It wasn't a horribly bad feeling, though, more of an exhilarated feeling. Viva couldn't think about anything else as she watched Matthew, listening to him speak. She felt for him, felt deeply. She felt his hurt, but also his happiness. Right here, right now. Laughing a little at his last comment, Viva turned the pencil around in her hand. She reached out for a piece of paper, then looked around for something hard to write on. She could use one of her textbooks... but that might harm them. Viva shrugged with a smile, and slid down she was laying on her stomach on the ground, head propped up with one hand and feet dancing in the air. Imagine if someone walked by and saw us, she thought with another laugh.

Nibbling the end of her pencil (a habit she had picked up at her old muggle school), Viva stared at Matthew, brow furrowed. She looked down at the paper, then back at him. This was going to be difficult. She reached back through the hands of time, remembering something her mother had once told her in those special stolen moments when they had been alone together. "You draw beautifully, Nevi," her mother had said. "You just try too hard and stress too much. If you would let yourself be free, and do whatever your hand wants to do, you could be magnificent." Well, now was as good a time as any to try out that advice. Viva lowered the pencil from her mouth and put the tip to the paper, breathing out. Just let your hand do what it wants to do. Kicking her feet in the air, she began to draw. First the outline of a face. She slowly started adding more and more details, jawline, face shape. She then started on Matthew's eyes. Glancing up to look at his eyes, she was distracted by watching the way he was working. He looked very focused. Viva shook her head to clear her thoughts and returned to her paper. His eyes were large and deep, and had this sort of far-off dreamy expression that she really wanted to capture. She bit her lip as she worked, concentrating.

Viva ⭒✧ "Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." ✧⭒ Adrien
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14 Apr 2024, 15:00

Interacting With: @Genevieve Delacourt
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Date: 11th October, Mid-Afternoon
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It was almost impossible to not focus as he began, wanting to make it as perfect as he could not just for the sake of his mother but for Viva too. In all his life, he had never stared at girl for such a long time a silencing falling over them as they worked. It was mesmerising, simply enjoying ones company so much that there wasn't even a need for words. Between them there was nothing but quiet and air but within was the serenity and peace of concentration and happiness that they both shared.

To his surprise the drawing wasn't actually going as badly as he thought it would, perhaps he did really inherit some skill from his parents after all but it was difficult. How do you really capture the soul of a person in a drawing? He laughed to himself gently as he knew it was the kind of question his dad would ask himself when he drew. At some point he must have worked it out because every portrait his father made felt alive, there was a history engrained in the canvas that told the story of the figure's life. In moments like this he appreciated his father more than anything.

Unfortunately, whatever answer Patrick did come up with he hadn't shared it with Matthew so it was up to him to do his best to convey her spirit. Viva wasn't just kind and beautiful, those were merely the base surface levels. Below she was passionate, protective and had a deep sense of duty to the people she cared most about. She would give up everything to save the ones she loved and that was a trait worth remembering. It was also often easy to overlook her brain too, Viva may be pretty but her brain was glorious. She was never shy of an idea or of a solution and she could always be relied upon to help with any problem whether she had the answer or not. It was just who she was.

Unable to resist smirking as he watched her bite the pencil he couldn't help but see himself reflected in her. The only difference being that she had not been threatened with eternal suffering if she didn't stop harming the precious pencils. His father meant it in a joking sense, he thinks, though when it came to art he was always serious so either way it made Matthew kick the habit from a very young age. It was sweet to see her doing it though, just by being with him she was unlocking memories that he hadn't remembered in years.

After awhile more of drawing moving on to her hair that he had changed about a million times already he spoke softly, "I wonder if my parents ever did this? Just sat drawing each other while the world passed them by. It feels like we're getting to experience a moment of their lives, so for the a hundredth time today, thank you Viva. It seems I have made a memory for the box today after all!" He wasn't sure if she would reply, truthfully she looked almost entranced in the paper. Her hand was so gracefully drifting and yet was forming such perfect lines he wondered if there wasn't some Slytherin in her after all. Seen as she seemed to be playing him abut the levels of her drawing ability. Comparing it to his own he couldn't help but giggle again, not that his was particularly bad in comparison but it certainly had a great deal more eraser marks.

Nikolai Volka // "Light, light: do not go

I sing you this song and I will sing another as well." // Matthew Campbell

14 Apr 2024, 23:07

Speech: #008000

Being distracted by @Matthew Campbell

It was quiet, but a companionable kind of quiet. Both the children were hard at work, doing something special and deeply emotional. Viva felt the warm sunshine filter through the window and hit her skin, illuminating the patch of floor on which she was laying on. It felt lovely, and the blue eyed girl lifted her chin up, up, stretching her face towards the sun and the light. It was surprising that it was still sunny this late into autumn, but for some reason the sun was out today and Viva absolutely loved it. Momentarily distracted from her drawing, she cupped her chin in her palms and basked in the glorious warmth and comfort of the sun. Sometimes Viva really felt like she understood cats and how they acted. She loved to lie in the sun, and could fall asleep instantly if she was somewhere warm and quiet. Right now, she was feeling really content and happy, and she could tell her exhaustion was catching up to her. Blinking sleepily, she forced herself to bend back down and continue to draw.

Glancing up as she heard Matthew's voice pierce through the comfortable silence, Viva was once again distracted from her drawing. She blinked, once, twice, as she comprehended what he had just said. Some sort of wonderful warmness once again seemed to fill her from top to bottom, and she could tell Matthew was very sincere. Trying not to show how close her eyes were to filling with tears, Viva quickly looked down again and made another line with her pencil. Finally, she couldn't help it and looked up at him. Is he comparing me to his mother? "This is so magical," she said softly. "I can feel it, the deep connection. It's there, I know. Is this the way your mother felt, I wonder?" The way she felt when she was drawing people she cared about? She let a soft smile grace her lips at the sound of his laugh, and looked up yet again. Really, it seemed she couldn't help but give all her attention to Matthew. She couldn't seem to focus on her drawing whenever he had something to say. "What?" she asked, still wearing a bewildered smile and blinking her eyes as the sun shone into them. "What are you laughing about?"

She bent her arm down, and in a few quick strokes with the pencil, finished the outline of Matthew's hair. Just like in real life, the hair seemed to have a life of its own, the curls not in place and doing their own thing. Viva smiled. She carefully began to make marks for Matthew's shoulders, tracing lines over her own work as a sketched body began to appear on her paper. She hadn't finished the face yet, instead leaving it blank, deciding to finish that last. Biting her lip once again, Viva brandished her pencil and continued on the rest of the body. She picked up her paper and turned it this way and that, examining it once she had finished the body sketch. Viva had drawn Matthew in a sitting position. In the sketch he was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, chin rested on a hand propped up on his knee. She smiled and pulled the paper back to the floor, leaning close as she began to make the first marks on his face. Viva glanced up at Matthew again, studying his facial features closely so as not to get anything wrong. This had to look right.

Viva ⭒✧ "Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." ✧⭒ Adrien
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19 Apr 2024, 08:56

Interacting With: @Genevieve Delacourt
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Date: 11th October, Mid-Afternoon
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Was this the way she felt Matthew really hoped so as the words of Viva sparked in his head, filling him with a connection to his mother he hadn't ever really had. Matthew had always thought that art was one of the most magical things in the world and despite being able to cast spells and brew potions that hadn't changed since coming to Hogwarts. Art had its own magic, there was love and passion in every stroke and from reading about the wizarding wars he had discovered that love was also magic. It was as if he could feel it in the air around him, swirling about and wrapping him up in a delicate warm blanket. In this moment he felt truly blessed and all of the pain from earlier was like a whispered memory unable to reach him now in the safety that had been formed.

Looking down at Viva as she asked him why he was laughing only deepened the hilarity of the situation and he felt a few warm tears fill his eyes from the fun he was having. "Sorry! It's just I caught a glimpse of your drawing and I think it's clear you underplayed your talent. You've drawn the Mona Lisa and I've drawn a Picasso." Matthew wasn't entirely sure how much Viva knew about muggle art but being a half-blood he assumed she would at least know the classics. After some more short shared laughter the two of them settled back into their concentration. It was difficult though as every time the setting sun caught her hair it glistened almost shimmering a silvery quality to the blonde that he couldn't resist watching as it pranced through her hair. She was utterly iridescent, though he was fairly sure he felt that way when the sun wasn't illuminating her hair too.

Taking up his pencil once more he crafted the outline of her body, he had decided to draw her in her school robes as he thought the Hufflepuff yellow always matched her perfectly. Since pointing out her talent he had taken more time being sure to really focus again on making it the best he could, he wanted the drawing to be something he could be proud of and so, pencil in hand he sculpted her out of the paper making sure to detail as much as he could. As the drawing was beginning to reach completion he just stared at it taking her in both in front of him and on the page. He wasn't sure how exactly it had happened but at some point in the drawing he had managed it, it captured her energy perfectly. Her eyes were warm and comforting with that glint of starlight he had seen when they first met, her hair drifted across the paper rejecting gravity to have its own beauty just as it did in real life.

Matthew was as mesmerised by it as he was by her and he was happy in hoping that she would appreciate it now that it was complete. It wasn't so much he had worried she would hate it before but now it was truly something to be proud of. In the drawing he had drawn her crossed-legged up on the balcony of the Astronomy tower the stars twinkling behind her. She was entirely herself that night and so it seemed the perfect moment to capture. Softly speaking he said "I think I might be ready to show. No judgment of course, not that we would. But I really think there's something about it, I've never been as happy with a drawing before as I have with this. Anyways I hope you like it." The colour washed from his face for a second as he tried to gage her reaction to the drawing. Seconds that felt like hours just praying he hadn't managed to offend her or upset her in any way.

This was such a perfect moment and he was utterly terrified he was about to ruin it.

Nikolai Volka // "Light, light: do not go

I sing you this song and I will sing another as well." // Matthew Campbell

20 Apr 2024, 00:47

Speech: #008000

Finishing drawing @Matthew Campbell and trying to braid her hair

"Oh!" Viva's quiet surprised voice echoed through the empty corridor. She blinked, then looked down at her drawing, blushing furiously. "It's... really not that good," she said quietly, trying to hide the warm feeling that stole over her as Matthew complimented how her drawing was going. "And I think yours will be wonderful, it doesn't matter how professional it looks, all that matters is the heart going into it." Smiling slightly, Viva looked into Matthew's hazel eyes. She let out a breath. "And your heart is surely the loveliest I've ever seen." Blushing still, Viva dragged her eyes away from his and bent back over her drawing, biting her lip. She wasn't exactly sure what to say, so she spent the next few moments in silence, working on the paper.

After a while she began to kick her legs and hum absent-mindedly. She yawned widely, stretching her neck up to the sun once more. Ah, it was glorious. She smiled, then bent back down. Slowly, the facial features on her drawing began to appear. As Viva continued with her drawing, she felt so relaxed. It was nice to feel this way. Just to be here, warm and happy, doing something wonderful and creative with someone she enjoyed being with. Glancing back over at the boy next to her, she blinked as she studied him carefully, making sure she was drawing this correctly. The dreamy, far-off expression she had been trying to capture was slowly making it's way onto the page.

Almost done, Viva decided to take a little break and try to braid her long brown hair. It was really bothering her, and kept falling into her face as she was working. Viva had always had trouble doing her hair, she just really wasn't the best at braiding or anything else to do with hairstyling. She sighed in frustration as she divided her thick smooth hair into three sections and began to try and braid them together. It wasn't working out so well, Viva kept stopping and restarting with a frustrated sigh. Oh well. She gave up eventually, disappointed in herself, and bent back down, determined to finish her drawing.

Glancing up when she heard Matthew's voice, she smiled. "Ok!" she said. "I'm so close to finishing." She gently took the drawing into her hands and looked at it. "Woah," she breathed. It really was quite the work of art, Viva wasn't quite sure what Matthew had been talking about when he had said he wasn't a very good artist. Creativity and vision must run in the family. She smiled as she looked at the wonderful likeness of herself. It looks like me, but... better somehow. More bright. More beautiful. She thought, with a curious look in her eye. She chewed her lip thoughtfully. "This... is amazing, Matthew," she said quietly. "I love it." Viva smiled, so happy in that moment. No, more than happy. Joyful.

"Now, mine is almost done," she said as she bent down for the last time. "Sorry, I'm a bit of a perfectionist. I only need a few more minutes!" Viva blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Well, maybe a bit longer, as I keep getting distracted by these wisps!" Laughing, Viva blew another piece of hair away. She squinted as the setting sun cast its blinding rays directly into her eyes.

Viva ⭒✧ "Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." ✧⭒ Adrien
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29 Apr 2024, 10:39

Interacting With: @Genevieve Delacourt
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Date: 11th October, Mid-Afternoon
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Matthew didn't mind Viva taking her time at all, firstly as it meant she really cared but secondly as she looked so peaceful as she drew. He often worried that his ideas were silly and this one being so important filled him with even more dread despite her telling him that she loved the idea. Viva always had a way of calming him and as always she had through her face as it lit up upon seeing his drawing. He hoped it was enough to show her that he saw her for everything she had and seemingly it had.

Taking a spare piece of paper from his bag he began to fold it quietly allow Viva the time she needed to finish. She was stunning while she worked, the attention to detail and grace in the way she moved the pencils along the paper. It was like her pencils were an extension of her own hand. Matthew felt the same way about his wand, it had become an extension of everything he was as a person and he was never separated from it. Folding the paper into a small origami flower he looked out towards the window that washed them with soft light.

Staring up to the sky as he so often did when he thought about his mother he held the ring in his hand and wordlessly mouthed I love you towards it, and then even smaller than before. Checking that Viva wasn't paying attention to him he placed the flower down on the ledge and mouthed I'm sorry. Holding back tears he began to craft more and more out of the paper until there was a small collection of different coloured paper flowers decorating the window. By the time he was done there was no more tears in his eyes just a soft glow of warmth in his cheeks and a gentle smile. He wasn't ok that was never going to be possible, but for the first time in his life this day wasn't the dreaded consuming black hole he remembered.

Returning his kind eyes to Viva he watched her begin to finish up and laughing slightly he said "You weren't kidding about the perfectionist thing then. I can't imagine you'd have to try to hard, you're already pretty perfect if you ask me." The words came out playfully but the meaning behind was so meaningfully sincere that his laughter stopped short. Matthew had no idea what the feelings that were in his chest but what he did know is that with her their was happiness and that was more than enough.

Nikolai Volka // "Light, light: do not go

I sing you this song and I will sing another as well." // Matthew Campbell