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cromwellharvests-a · 4 years ago

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tbqh the image of them doing a pottery date of any kind is so endearing because dol would be so intensely focused on making like... a bowl while easy just :3 *humming, carefree*. and then easy makes this adorable mushroom cat and on top of that GIVES it to him. he literally wouldn't know what to do with it because he doesn't have anywhere to keep it <xDD just. stood there. perplexed. touched. terrified.

she’s always been alright at pottery. never quite the prodigy that Wesley was, that’s for certain, but she could hardly enjoy herself any more than she did with clay-caked hands and the assortment of equally messy carving tools before her— really getting in to the art was so satisfying. relaxing. for her, anyways. she’ll peek up now and then to steal adoring glances at Dol, with his furrowed brow and unyielding focus; which, to his credit, was giving shape to a rather handsome, wide-mouthed bowl. even, and dutiful. but mostly, drifts back to her station, trading one tool for another and lackadaisically dotting the final details across.

some toe-tapping and wandering as the base dries, a bit of leaning over Dolcetto’s shoulder, grinning playfully and doing her best to distract him before she’s politely (by his standards) shooed away. all well and good. it means she gets to flit back and gather her piece to nestle in the kiln shortly before he’s finally satisfied with his creation, and can follow suit.

for all his fussing, he does look rather satisfied with himself as it’s lowered in and sealed for the bisque firing. then, you know. being reminded of the fact that this is step one of three.

it’s nearly two whole days gone, then back into the studio in the evening (their first sojourn coloured by sunlight through the windows, where this is steeped in incandescent glow, catching on the clay dust on the air, warm and humming). soon, a little paintbrush plopped in his hand.

“ for glazing! ” “ for what? I think mine looks fine the way it is. ” “ oh please, Dol, at least choose one color. ” “ alright, alright... ”

much of the same happens again, though he didn’t look quite so stern his time, given that laying glaze along the piece wasn’t quite as delicate nor unforgiving as the building process itself. with minutes came ease, and conversation from there, indulging little stories and exchanges with one another, (and, occasionally, the studio’s owner who’d drift by and check on their goings-about), ‘til they’d exhausted all the detailing they could. Dol’s bowl was much quicker to the oven that time ‘round, adorned in a simple, (yet still very nice), coat of color, while Easy traded down to a smaller brush, then smaller still, to get the last details in, and enough coats for good saturation.

had he noticed how on both occasions, she’d managed to shield her coming-together figurine from full view? oh, no doubt he’d have gotten glimpses, but she’d done well to keep a hand or some other tool dutifully between his eyes and the mysterious little clay figure whenever possible. hm.

suspicious?

(not really. he could probably deduce that she wanted it to be a surprise! sort of situation when it was fully complete. it seemed very like her.)

the glaze firing would take another 20 hours or so to be totally complete, so with a long jaunt home and more lazy pleasantries exchanged on the way, the finale was promised for a day later down the week, accommodating some other business which would slightly delay their retrieval, but only just as long as necessary.

dinner, of course, being quite necessary— only after she’d already stolen him for a joint-prepped meal, and the subsequent enjoyment of their labor, is the final trek made. she’s glowing with excitement, enough to make the sunset blush with envy– but then, hasn’t she been that way the whole time? since the moment he’d agreed to the extended “date” in three acts, and every moment along the way, the youngest Cromwell couldn’t help but shine; too pleased for his company, and the chance to see him so transfixed with something... nice. mostly quiet, (hopefully) fun, and ultimately– as they were about to see– rewarding.

there was nothing quite so gratifying as making something... especially when one had grown so accustomed to the opposite.

“ Ooooh! Dol it’s really nice, lookit that! ” she lauds without hesitation as he’s presented with the fruit of his labor; a nice, shiny bowl soaked in deep-blue glaze which dripped in a gradient down to a lighter, summery teal. the owner shares the same compliments, remarking on the precise pigments he’d chosen and how well he’d done in layering them. was he... blushing? was there a meek ‘thanks’ somewhere in that barely-there mumbled grumble?

well, she didn’t let that mood stand for too long, before brandishing her own creation from behind her back, and promptly (carefully) plonk it in the center of his bowl.

“ hmm. might be a bit too big for your new lil’ friend. ” she remarks, giving away at once the surprise and intention, while the shroom-capped cat smiles idly up from under it’s hat at him, rosy hue to it’s tiny whiskered cheeks rivalled only by her own.

“ guess it’s a good thing I built this little loop on top, ” she taps a hollow circle at the tip of it’s morel top, “ so y’ can tie it on somethin’, instead... after all, it’ll be happiest if it can stay closer t’ you. ” why else would she– oh, no, sorry.

why else would it be smiling so peacefully?

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