( she's starting quite the collection of little trinkets from emmrich — the kind of box every girl keeps from a partner they're especially infatuated by. ticket stubs and old receipts, things that look like trash but that up the tangible form of memories, keepsakes. parisa is a little surprised by herself, when she realizes what she's doing. despite all outward appearances she isn't materialistic by nature — things, she finds, weigh you down when you're looking for a quick getaway. of course, she isn't looking for that opportunity to slink out in the night. her eyes are nowhere near the door. and when she looks at all the sketches emmrich has drawn her, she doesn't think about how she'd fit them all in her bag if she had to leave. she pins them to her vanity, tucked between the mirror and the wood paneling, where she can sigh and roll her eyes at them in between doing her makeup in the morning. like an idiot, or at least one who's in love. )
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I think this is the longest time I've dated an artist without receiving a portrait of myself. Do I not inspire? Or is your talent in plants and bones alone?
He's very cute, our Manfred, at least as far as skeletons go. Do you have any thoughts on what idea he manifests from? There must be theories — in fact, the theoretical could likely fill up books where I come from. You have to know the concept of an idea taking physical form is fascinating to me. We have this belief in the known world of magic and science, "Nothing comes from nothing" or conversely, "Everything comes from something." Energy isn't just created, it's borrowed, even recycled. Manfred would seem a counterpoint to that argument, born from a notion, whatever it is. Tenacity, perhaps?
It is a brain teaser, truly. Even adding something as jovial as a dance to the concept of dying, they didn't do it to soothe themselves when the Reaper comes knocking. More, it added to the morbidity of death, as if pagans couldn't just die, but needed to have the foundations of their very decency rocked to the core by Christian devils. Christianity generally finds a way to make you feel guilty for anything you might indulge in, so it's safely said, Christianity was not a faith I ever practiced growing up. I prefer things far more indecent than dancing, as you well know.
I think you just like sitting on the opposite side of the chalkboard for a change. Your Persian and French are coming along very nicely, although I'm not shocked to find you're a quick learner. Tomorrow, we'll speak only in Persian. It'll be good for vocabulary.
الهام بخش شما Parisa
P.S. I really don't speak Persian to anyone but you. You should feel special.
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