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Sophie's Room


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[conesoldstober]

[Howl is out doing some errands when there's a knock on the front door. There's a delivery of about eight separate bouquets of flowers, all of Sophie's favourites. A note is attached to one.]

Sorry past me was such a massive twat. Hope you like these.

~ H

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[mrsnose]

[This icon face would betray her.]

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[mrsnose]

Do you know where the vases in this house are? A massive twat sent me an awful lot of flowers, and I've no seven league boots to stuff them in this time.

S

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[conesoldstober]

You could empty out the milk jug.

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[mrsnose]

A hundred knick-knacks and bottles and boxes in this house and not one vase. Milk jug it is.

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[mrsnose]

Are you going to send me flowers after every curse?

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[conesoldstober]

Maybe. Did it work?

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[mrsnose]

I don't know. But the flowers are lovely. First time I've gotten flowers, actually.

Just after midnight on Monday

[conesoldstober]

[The blankets on Sophie's bed are pulled back and a familiar shape slips inside.]

Oh thank god. I was praying you wouldn't still be nine years old when I woke up.

perfect timing too, you read my mind

[mrsnose]

[Two minutes. Two minutes is the time it takes from the point where Sophie wakes up feeling bigger and in place all of a sudden, and the moment Howl comes in.

She rolls over to face him, brushing her hair behind her ears.]

Trust me, I have more reasons to fear that you do. I should've guessed you'd be a brat.

[conesoldstober]

It's not my fault I was unloved and abandoned. Of course I'd act out.

[Come here, he's feeling sappy for once. He throws an arms comfortably around her waist, settling in his favourite sleeping position.]

[mrsnose]

Oh, Howl...[She sighs, and wraps her arms around him as well, pressing her palms to the spot between his shoulder blades.]

You're loved now.

[conesoldstober]

[He had been stroking his hand up and down her back idly, but he pauses there. He hadn't gone near the L word until now. Old habits are hard to kill off after all. His heart gives a little skip and stammer at the word all the same.]

Oh?

[mrsnose]

Don't 'oh' at me. [There she goes, biting her lip until it's red. Why must he always do this? Right - he is who is is. She is who she is.

Sophie Hatter has never feared that word in her life.] You must know by now.

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[conesoldstober]

[This is why Howl hates winter. Deeply, and passionately. He always seems to get everything as it's coming around and everyone is entirely unsympathetic. Can't they see he's dying here?]

Sophiiiiiiiiiiiie!

[Help him he's in need.]

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[mrsnose]

[The work of Sophie Hatter is never over. The work of anyone who cares and tends to Howl is never over. And of course he is the kind of man who hates winter, he can't prance around like a peacock in a blizzard.

She shows up in the room with a bowl on a dray.] Soup.

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[conesoldstober]

What would I do without you, Sophie? No one else ever understands what I suffer.

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[mrsnose]

[She rolls her eyes a bit, and comes to sit on the best, placing the tray in his lap.] I'm not going to spoon feed you, because you're a grown man. But I'll stay here.

[It's warm. And sickly. But the things you do for love.]

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[conesoldstober]

I wouldn't dream of asking, my dear.

[Although he is a bit worried about her sitting so close. After all, if she gets sick who's supposed to bring him soup? But she's warm and comforting being here so he can't bring himself to mind.]

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[mrsnose]

[She's here because she worries, mostly. The fact that he's not swooning sadly on the bed should be a testament for either how he's changed or how grave it is.

She scoots closer carefully, and presses her palm to his forehead.] Don't suppose you've got some remedies for a bad cold, do you, wizard?

fluff as ordered...

[conesoldstober]

fluff where sophie is forever frustrated? yes

[mrsnose]

[No no no! This was a terrible idea, and horrible and terrible idea, to let Fanny and her sisters stick their noses (their noses!) into the wedding plans because - as they claimed - they knew more of it than drab little Sophie knew. It was a terrible idea, because although they are essentially right, Howl also stuck his nose into the plans, for he has many glamorous ideas to throw in and frustrate Sophie.

They have been planning this for months. Months. She does not complain about the way he's changed her living arrangements and made a new room up for her on the top floor of the castle, to keep things proper; nor does she complain for the fact that she isn't just the cleaning lady now, and they seem to be doing well with the flower shop and the on the side joint magic business. But - she just wants the froofy thing to be over with. She would maybe like it better, if he could kiss her more often, which he does not.

No, it seems he just makes up for it with more things added to the list, and Sophie's eyes hurt from revising everything, and figuring out what they do and do not have money for. The tea has gone cold since, and the castle is thankfully quiet, except for the tinkering next door - in his bedroom, soon to be their bedroom? - and she is so very bored. Of this.]

Blast it all. [With a huffy huff, she pushes all the papers off the bed and climbs out, determinatedly going out and to his room, entering it with some amount of dread.]

You better be cleaning this up and making it respectable for your future young wife, sir.

[conesoldstober]

[Howl has been very pointedly trying not to think about the wedding as much as he can. Maybe because it has turned into a bloated, unwieldy thing. But maybe also because of the strange uncontrollable flutters his newly instated heart keep giving him when he thinks on it for too long. and look, he hasn't had to deal with a heart doing ANYTHING for years, so he's gotten out of practice interpreting it.

Which all culminates in the fact that when Sophie bursts in he's been diligently distracting himself from the whole mess by reading a sizable spell book.

He glances up at Sophie when she walks in, eyebrow raised.]

And deprive you of the vindictive joy of being able to clean it at last? I would never dream of doing such a thing.

[mrsnose]

I will not share you with the spiders. [So here he is, doing nothing of particular use to make the environment liveable for two people, and while she slaves away on plannings, he reads spells.

She wishes to go back to her room and bring back the planner with her to throw it at his head.]

[conesoldstober]

I promise you the spiders will never hold the same kind of affection in my heart as you do, my dear.

[He dramatically licks his finger to turn a page.]

Are you coming in or planning on skulking in the doorway all night?