[ About a fortnight after Matt and David meet up in the Diamond District, a small package arrives at David's apartment: a box wrapped in brown paper. Inside, there's a small glass pot and a tiny vial. Each one has its own note, attached with string.
The glass pot is full of something pale-green and creamy. Its card bears the following message in somewhat spidering penmanship: ]
MOISTURIZER Use on face. It seemed to make my skin softer, so it should ideally work the same for you. Haven't noticed any complications from overuse, but I would advise using only a small amount per day.
[ The vial turns out to actually be a perfume sample bottle, filled with a luminous liquid. Its card says: ]
DRUGS This looks like perfume but it's a drug (Euforia). Spritz on for fun + to generate way more Manna than usual for a little bit. Vial contains 3 uses.
[David's confused when he first gets the package, not quite sure what it might be until he actually opens it and reads the note attached to each piece. There's no name attached, but he does at least know who this is from. So he sends a text to Matt.]
Thanks for the skincare-and-drugs care package. I appreciate you specifying where I should apply the moisturizer.
Let me know if you ever want to share the other bottle.
[ Matt hopes David had a nice time, even if it was just hand-holding. (No shade to hand-holding. Matt just personally doesn't understand it in most instances.) ]
I'm amenable to brunch. I worked up an appetite after all that spellcasting.
[ That's prime brunching hours as far as Matt's concerned. This writer's parents once woke her up for "brunch" at 8:30 am and she has never forgiven them. ]
Good to know, I can't afford to add anything else to my permanent record
[ Ping! Yet again, it's a spot on the map provided by the nav in David's phone. This one, rather than being in the ritzy Diamond District, is a bit to the south, on the cusp of Emerald and Sapphire. The place itself is a diner, with a Sumarlok twist: lots of art deco details, rich jewel tone decor.
Matt shows up in a bedraggled, much-loved t-shirt reading SCANDAL AT THE CONVENT!, matched haphazardly with a very nice pair of lightweight pinstriped trousers. ]
[David is very pleasantly surprised when he shows up for his brunch date with Matt; the spot itself is beautiful and not quite like anything David has seen. He's wearing a new outfit; a pair of black joggers, combat boots, a white t-shirt and an oversized black cardigan patterned with white skulls on either side of his chest.
He gets Matt's text, and immediately starts strolling through the diner like he owns it, in search of a dark, wavy head of hair. Spotting Matt from behind, David approaches and begins speaking as he reaches Matt's shoulder, finishing as he sits down across from him.]
This place is nice. Maybe better than my favorite spot in Berlin.
[ Matt turns quickly at the sound of David's voice. He brightens as he takes him in--the outfit in particular. David did mention he had money now, didn't he?
(Look, this t-shirt didn't have holes in it when Matt first got to this planet.) ]
That's high praise. Though I've never been to Berlin. [ He grins. ] Nice to see you. How's Noctium treating you so far?
[The corner of David's mouth lifts into a tiny smirk as he settles into the booth and takes his sunglasses off, setting them near the corner of the table.]
You should go sometime, it's lovely. [He pulls a menu toward him, but doesn't open it just yet.] It's been—less overwhelming? I'm not mad at it. Dare I say I'm having...fun?
[ Matt smiles. The expression flickers a bit wistful as he remembers the last brunch out he had--with Geralt, on the beach in Filia--and all their talk about invisible bindings. He knows that nobody came here by choice, and that everyone has to reckon with that in their own way. But still-- ]
I'm glad to hear it.
I mean, I love it here, occasional catastrophes and all. But I'm really glad it's feeling less overwhelming to you.
[ For his part, Matt does open his menu. He intends to work his way down the list of brunch specials, and so far he's only on 3 of 8. ]
Twice before, [ Matt admits. He used to try to only visit each bar or restaurant once, but he can't help playing favorites. ] So I can unreservedly recommend the Ore in the Hole and the caramelized onion hash.
[ "Ore in the Hole" looks, from the list of ingredients, like the gems' version of toad-in-the-hole, albeit a fancy version. ]
But I'm thinking about something sweet today. [ He glances back to David with interest. ] Decorating? I'm kind of in the same boat, actually, although it's ... slow going. Do you have pictures?
[David nods, reading along with Matt's recommendations; Ore in the Hole earns a snort of laughter. The caramelized onion hash sounds amazing, though, so he decides on that after a few more moments' scanning and sets the menu aside.
Glancing up, David nods and pulls out his phone, pulling up the photos app, and then turning it to show Matt the photos he's taken of his apartment so far.]
So this is the living area...the kitchen...the bedroom. It's slow going for me, too, so none of this is actually finished. Just buying things here and there as I get the cash.
[Fortunately, David is now a pro at decorating on a budget, and the bones of his interior design are very good already.]
[ Matt leans approximately two-thirds of the way across the table, peering at the images as if he expects them to show up on a pop quiz. ]
Ohh, that looks good! [ He sounds genuinely surprised, and genuinely impressed. ] I'd never have thought to do that.
[ It's at this juncture that their waiter comes over. Matt turns his head to face him, but doesn't withdraw into his seat. ] Hey, I'd like the lemon ricotta french toast please? And for my friend ...
[David isn't expecting such a lean into his space, and he's frozen for a moment, taking in Matt's cologne and his artfully distressed t-shirt and his eyelashes—
—until the waiter shows up and David sort of stares up at the poor guy aghast for a moment, like he's been caught.]
Oh, um. I'll do the onion hash. Extra cheese, please, and can you put a poached egg on top? And coffee, black. Thank you.
[He looks back at Matt, showing him a few more photos, of different angles of his bedroom. The walls are a deep navy, with white curtains and crisp linen bedding, and a tasteful smattering of candles.]
Thank you. I'm pretty happy with my progress so far, considering everything.
[ Oh. Matt can sort of tell he's done something startling. Or maybe David's embarrassed that he's being weird in front of a server? Whatever the exact cause, Matt shifts back and regards the rest of the photos from a more decorous distance.
His eyes light up at the navy bedroom. First Liem and now David. Has everybody been putting cool colors on their walls and he's only now noticing? ]
I love that color. I've kind of started ... thinking about color in a different way since coming here.
Oh, you did? [ That's fascinating: a job Matt recognizes as super respectable, without having the least inkling of what it entails. ] I wanna hear about that. But uh, I guess I've been thinking ...
Well, there's the psychology of color, which has some bearing on my magical practice. And Vedic esotericism has some color implications too. But I feel like Noctians just ... incorporate more color into their daily lives? I mean, they vary more colorwise than humans do. And so many Noctian societies incorporate gem worship into how they organize themselves. Architecture and city planning and seasonal festivals, all that kind of stuff.
[David listens to what Matt is saying with his chin propped in his hand, sipping water from a straw as he does. It's nice to talk with someone whose every thought isn't completely shallow, for a change.]
I totally know what you mean. I think people shy away from color because they're afraid of being seen. I wear mostly black, of course, but that's because I care about maintaining a cohesive aesthetic.
Nothing wrong with that. I've cultivated lots of aesthetics for spells--I mean, the form and function go kind of hand in hand for me--but I haven't thought about doing it for myself. [ It was kind of a point of pride to avoid it, in fact. Screw your appearances, mom and dad, Matt's gonna wear clothes that don't even fit right. He has not yet realized that willfully eschewing aesthetics is, in fact, one of the bougier things one can do. ] Can I run something by you?
[ His lips lilt into a smile that's slightly shy. ]
I kind of want to do something that would be like, reflective of all the colors in Noctium and around Sumarlok? So almost like, differently colored walls that are all really vibrant. Is that a complete disaster? I mean, I guess I could paint over it if it didn't work out.
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