losthunter | you have my heart, always and forever

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you have my heart, always and forever

Hunter walks cautiously towards Verity's apartment door, balancing a few gifts in his arm for one of his closest friends in the world.

He had wanted to do something special for her. He had thought about a surprise party, but wasn't sure if that would cause any issues considering Verity's abilities. Plus, there he didn't want to accidentally not invite someone who was important to Verity.

She was very important to him. And Hunter wanted to show her that, the best way he could. And so, Hunter had worked a few weeks on a few special gifts, that were currently wrapped up in pretty, glittery boxes.

Approaching the door, Hunter delicately balanced the boxes for a moment, so he could knock and let Verity know that she had a guest.

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Verity has chosen the bigger of the two gifts to open first. The wrapping is simple, and easy to remove off the large box.

When she first opens the box, Verity is greeted with bubble wrap. But wrapped up in the bubble wrap is a decorative vase. The vase is large enough to be decorative. It also has some flowers and leaves cut into the vase itself, which would glow if a light was placed inside the vase. And there is a light-stand at the bottom of the vase.

Well, you know what they say, 'Go big or go home'. And she's already at home!

It takes Ver a little thought and investigation to figure out what it is, but the more she works out the more she's smiling. "Oh wow, this is really cool! It'll make such pretty patterns. Thank you! I know just where this is going."

"I am glad you like it." Hunter smiles, overjoyed at her smile.

The second, and smaller package, is also simply wrapped and decorated. Inside the box appears to be a dress. When Verity removes the folded fabric, she will see that it is a paint-splattered dress.

"Were you really worried I wouldn't?" She's pretty sure he's just being polite, but it's good to double-check.

For the dress, she has to stand up so she can see it hanging and appreciate it properly. "I'm not sure if you're trying to make me look like an artist, a work of art, or a warning about hanging out in studios," she teases before leaning over to kiss his cheek. "But I love it anyway. Did you do the painting?"

"Not worried. But I will admit that I do like it when you are happy." Hunter smiles in response.

"Well, you are already a work of art in my mind," Hunter laughs softly. His statement a true reflection of his feelings for Verity.

"I did painted it. Had someone else design and sew the dress. I am not talented in that area."

"You just like having a pretty girl fawn over you," she teases. It might almost deflect from the blush creeping over her cheeks now. "Aw, sweetie, you're so talented in so many things, if you could sew, too, it'd just plain be unfair."

"The dress was designed and sewn by Wil's mother, April. She has a very popular fashion line in their dimension." And her fashion symbol, an small gold oak leaf, is embroidered in the very bottom of the dress.

"Oh? She's nice." Verity takes another moment to appreciate the dress before deciding, "I'm going to try it on. Mind waiting a minute?"

"Not at all." Hunter smiles in response.

"Thanks!"

She heads off to the bedroom, and isn't gone for long. Long enough for him to help himself to more cake or ice cream if he wants it. It helps that the dress fits. She takes a moment to fix her hair before coming back out to give him a twirl. "What do you think?"

Hunter doesn't debate long, before taking more ice cream and cake. When Verity comes out, and twirls to show off the dress, Hunter smiles.

"You look beautiful."

Hungry boy. If she'd known she would have made him something more substantial. Not that she can't still opt for that, but she'll be a little fussier in her fancy new dress. Even painted with splatters, she doesn't want to stain it.

"Hmm, thank you." Little compliments like that make her disproportionately happy. (But big compliments are usually not believed, so, it works out.) "It fits so well, I wonder how she managed that? We should go for a walk later so I can show it off."

Hunter is just enjoying the view for mow. He likes how the paint splatters move when she walks. The dress definitely fits her.

"I won't turn down a walk with a beautiful lady."

He can enjoy the view all he likes. She's remarkably unselfconscious about his watching her.

"Hmm. Two," she reminds him, discreetly pointing downward where Bobbi is getting more and more excited. She heard the magic word! The pup can't decide between prancing in place and spinning around in circles between them to try and find out who's gonna get her leash because she can't very well walk herself! (Actually, she thinks she can, but Ver always get so upset!)

"Where d'you wanna go?"

Hunter has to laugh at how excited Bobbi is right now. He would get her leash, but he doesn't know where it is kept.

"Yes, of course, the three of us."

"Anywhere. Just getting outside of my art studio is a blessing right now."

The leash is hanging by the door, and is fetched soon enough--by Verity, Bobbi's not big enough to pull off that trick yet. "Hmmm." She'll have a think while she puts on her shoes and gets Bobbi ready to go. "The market? We can see what's new. It's colorful, if nothing else."

"That sounds like a great idea." Hunter opens the door for both Verity and Bobbi.

Such a gentleman. Once the door's shut and locked behind them, she reaches for Hunter's arm. It's still nice for her to have contact with people when out in public. Stepping outside makes her sigh contentedly. "Mm, it's so nice out today. I love days like this."

It isn't a long walk to the market from her place, and it's a pleasant one. Most of the traffic is pedestrian with some bike taxis zipping by every now and then until they leave her neighborhood and join the throng of people on a main street. They'll hear and smell the market wares before they can see more than banners and striped awnings dangling from upper stories.

Hunter also enjoys getting outside. His attention is on the throng of people on main street. Plus, the sights, sounds and smells of the market is quite pleasing. He of course will keep an eye out for any art supplies.

"This is a nice little escape from the art studio."

"Keep talking like that and I'll make you do it more often."

Isn't everything an art supply to someone? But thankfully, they're not all supplies he knows how to use. There are still bound to be things he'll find useful or inspiring. No good market is complete without art supplies. How's he feel about mixing his own paints? Because there's someone selling piles of pigments, fine powders almost obscenely bright and stacked pieces of raw materials waiting to be ground and mixed. And conveniently next to a draper's stand that's caught her eye.

The pigments, powders and raw materials do attract Hunter. He has been dipping rose petals in paint, but would love to create his own 'rose' paints.

"I could use more escapes."

That'd add a whole new level of control (and perfume!) to his paintings. She can't help but approve.

"Okay. I'll make sure you come to one of the fairs with me. And not to sell your art, lovely as it is. To have fun."

"Anytime." Hunter takes a moment to wrap his arms around her, and hug her tightly in appreciation.

Ver leans into the hug with a happy murring sound rumbling in her throat. "Thank you. For remembering today, and everything."

"I would be lost without you." Hunter murmurs back, just holding on for as long as he can.

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