[ Roland doesn't need to be asked twice. He holds it out for Inigo and watches in surprise as the flowers, delicate in their stems and colorful in their petals, are woven expertly until it's wrapped nicely on his wrist. Right on top of his Black Squad wristband. He draws his hand a little closer, gazing upon it with a slight sense of wonder, mouth slightly agape. Roland listens to Inigo's words, but it's as if his mind is taking him to his own memories, trying to recall if this is something he's ever done as a child, or if it's something that's been done to him before... ]
Devotion, huh? [ No. Roland's never had anyone give him something like this. And to know that its Inigo's mother - the first time he hears Inigo talk about his family, really! - who gives him this idea, this gesture. A warmth washes over him and he flashes Inigo a grateful, happy grin. ] Is that your way of saying I'm hard-headed? Heh. Inigo, thank you. I'll...I'll cherish it.
[ He looks at the flowers fondly. It should seem out of place for someone so battleworn and world-weary, but it's not. Because it came from a person who cared. Speaking of caring. ]
If your mother was a flower, what do you think she would be? [ A nicer way of asking him for more. If he would share it with him. For Roland to know a little bit about what his life was like before all this happened to all of them. Mother and sons are close to his heart, too, for his own reasons. ]
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[ Roland doesn't need to be asked twice. He holds it out for Inigo and watches in surprise as the flowers, delicate in their stems and colorful in their petals, are woven expertly until it's wrapped nicely on his wrist. Right on top of his Black Squad wristband. He draws his hand a little closer, gazing upon it with a slight sense of wonder, mouth slightly agape. Roland listens to Inigo's words, but it's as if his mind is taking him to his own memories, trying to recall if this is something he's ever done as a child, or if it's something that's been done to him before... ]
Devotion, huh? [ No. Roland's never had anyone give him something like this. And to know that its Inigo's mother - the first time he hears Inigo talk about his family, really! - who gives him this idea, this gesture. A warmth washes over him and he flashes Inigo a grateful, happy grin. ] Is that your way of saying I'm hard-headed? Heh. Inigo, thank you. I'll...I'll cherish it.
[ He looks at the flowers fondly. It should seem out of place for someone so battleworn and world-weary, but it's not. Because it came from a person who cared. Speaking of caring. ]
If your mother was a flower, what do you think she would be? [ A nicer way of asking him for more. If he would share it with him. For Roland to know a little bit about what his life was like before all this happened to all of them. Mother and sons are close to his heart, too, for his own reasons. ]