punchtheflowers: (pained)
punchtheflowers ([personal profile] punchtheflowers) wrote in [community profile] smashacademy2013-04-22 11:38 pm

21st bloom; Retreat

[It was that time of year again. There was a small gift in the form of a satchel of tea leaves for the people that Vinnie considered family. Red got a strong, black tea; Marie, a sweet berry tea blend; Sasha's had spicy peppercherry as a base. Though not technically a member of his team, Voile still received a subtle, white tea.

However: this year, for whatever reason, Green and Blue's team also got a surprise present. Green tea was reserved for Green (ha ha); Bulba was paired with sweet-smelling jasmine leaves; Char had smoky, cinder horse mix; Jolt's was a refreshing oolong; even Nyx got something, a ginger tea. Blue, on the other hand, was given a chrysanthemum tea, and both Jock and Blake got classic belle tart seed.

Each packet was signed with a scribble of a flower.

Max, on the other hand, got a mug.]

= = =

I'm heading home for a bit t'check up on family. There's some shit I need t'take care of in Vermilion, too. I've got my phone if you need me - it's some sort've satellite thing, so it oughta work even if I'm not in the usual reception range.

M, Sis, you've been through this already. Be careful an' look out for V and everyone else. You'll be fine without me. Red...

...

Be there for them. I'll talk t'you when I get back.

= = =

[Ishimaru, Vivian, and Rick also received private emails. It wasn't as though Vinnie knew them very well, but he felt as though it was still worth saying something to them. A certain empathy spoke to him, as it were, even if he didn't have all the facts.]

I don't know you, and I don't know what happened, but if you did what you had to, then don't blame yourself for what was self-defense.

It'll be okay.


rivalkidneypunch: (poke - n-no that's lame)

[personal profile] rivalkidneypunch 2013-04-24 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
Who cares what they think? All I know's I ain't satisfied.

[He finished off the last of that poffin, his gaze drifting back down to the surface of his tea. ...It still sat weirdly with him, but Bulba was making sense: no point in speculating on it too much right now when he could just get things sorted out later. He shelved all those thoughts for the time being. There was breakfast to be eaten.]

...Yeah, sure, I could go for another.
Edited (whoops, html) 2013-04-24 09:52 (UTC)