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fudging this so it's 9/31

[clodpole]

To my dear friend Eren,

How have you been? It has been some time since last we spoke. I do hope that this letter finds you in good health, and that your journey home was without any further mishap.

For my part, I am doing well. Things have been altogether quite lovely, in fact! Most of the people I saw to seem to have fully returned to their lives as normal, having recovered from the events on the moon. It brings me such joy to see how happy they all are!

However, I write to you today out of concern not for them, but you. I have neither seen nor heard from you since the incident, and irrational though it is, I can only assume the worst has come to pass. Whatever the case may be, I pray fervently for your safety.

You need not respond if it is beyond you in your current state, but I would be ever so glad were you write back.

Yours,
Ophilia Clement

there are only 30 days in september

[trample]

To Ophilia,

Life has, as you've said, returned to normal for most. Myself included. Although to some degree, my life may never again be normal now that I call this world my home.

After we parted, I took some time to recuperate before heading back out into the field.

[ Hesitating only because he thought of her. ]

There was quite a troublesome fight to end things off. I'm sure you've heard what it was like by now, so I'll spare you the details. But once that was over, so was my time on Iris.

Now that I'm back on Lunatia, there shouldn't be any trouble, so you needn't have me in your thoughts any longer. It's quite peaceful here.

-Eren

in lunatia september has an extra day stop it

[clodpole]

To my dear friend Eren,

I cannot tell you how glad I am to hear as much! Though I was present for the confrontation, I saw no sign of you, and I feared that perhaps it meant something had befallen you. That you are hale and whole is truly a relief.

You will forgive my being forward, but would you mind terribly were I to visit? I do not wish to impose, of course, so I will not press the matter if the thought makes you uncomfortable. It would, however, ease my concern some; “seeing is believing,” or so the expression goes.

I wait, as always, with baited breath for your next correspondence.

Yours,
Ophilia Clement

the calendar page says otherwise

[trample]

To Ophilia,

I cannot understand what it is I've done that's left such an impression on you. Believe me, it would take much more than this world can ever possibly offer to put an end to my life. Your worries are quite misplaced.

While it would be my first time having a visitor, if you truly wish to visit, I will not stop you. You're free to do as you will. Though I can't fathom why you would want to see me in person, given that this is as good an indication as any whether or not I'm alive.

-Eren

[ Attached afterwards is his location, on the far end of one of the apartment buildings that's been given to Moonblessed. ]

i make the rules now and i say there is a 31st

[clodpole]

[ For several hours after, Ophilia is nowhere to be seen.

Why she’s so late isn’t apparent until she gently raps on what might be the umpteenth door that afternoon, a small parcel tucked into the crook of her arm. His neighbors can likely attest to how long she’s been wandering from door to door, but goodness knows how long she’s spent looking for an appropriate gift for her host. ]

Forgive me if I have the wrong apartment—I seem to be having trouble telling them apart from one another!—but might Eren be home?

post-eventtttt but before october

[tropism]

How are you doing?

:^)

[trample]

Who is this? Why do you want to know?

[tropism]

It's Giorno.

And I wanted to know because I passed by a sweet shop after work, and I remembered you.

[trample]

Really? I'm charmed.

I'm doing quite well, to tell you the truth. More than I've ever been. Maybe next we meet I'll be treating you to something.

[tropism]

Why not.

What do you like doing? [ do you have hobbies and shit ]

if i put a date on this i will inevitably fuck it up

[clodpole]

[ Ophilia, true to form, leaves him a text with all the usual preamble. She asks him how he is, wishes him well, tells him about how she’s been managing, and regales him with stories that have no business being in what should be a short, simple message. Once that’s out of the way, though, she cuts straight to the heart of the matter: ]

Are you at all allergic to nuts?

Yours,
Ophilia Clement

[trample]

[ Whenever they're apart, this happens often. She would endlessly prattle on about her day and wish him well, and he would simply read it all with a fond look in his eyes. He really did like the way she wrote. Others may call it prudish, but he thought it charming - since he, too, used to write that way. Although now, he simply gets straight to the point. ]

I have no allergies at all. Why?

[clodpole]

I am glad for you!

Is something perhaps wrong with the produce in Lunatia this month, then?

Yours,
Ophilia Clement

[trample]

Aren't you always?

Everything in my refrigerator looks as fresh as ever. I don't think there's any issue.

[clodpole]

That’s rather strange. Everyone has been warning me against purchasing and eating nuts.

I found this while I was looking for answers. Might you know what’s going on?

Yours,
Ophilia Clement

[ Attached is an image: nonutnovember.jpg ]

[clodpole]

[ Putting together a present for someone in secret is difficult, especially when you have to share a living space with the someone you’re trying to keep it from. Factor in how annoyingly perceptive Eren is and that Ophilia cannot lie to save her life, though, and suddenly what should only be difficult ends up becoming nigh impossible.

Somehow, Ophilia manages to do the impossible and sneak it in without him noticing—or at least without him asking. His present, along a note she’s tacked on top, wait for him underneath the villa’s crystal tree. ]

To my dear friend Eren,

I cannot express how grateful I am for all you’ve done—not in words, and certainly not with a simple gift.

I should like to think you’ve since cleaned it, but I hope you’ll accept this nonetheless. Perhaps they’ll help when next you make a mess of it.

May your holidays be blessed and merry.

Ophilia Clement

[ Hidden inside the box are bottles of polish and oil, accompanied by a brush meant to help with gun maintenance. ]

[trample]

[ Sat at the base of their tree, Eren was utterly perplexed. Though he's been there since the turn of the hour, and it was now a quarter after, no matter how many times he reads it, her note continues to baffle him. Almost certain that he could sit there his whole lifetime and still not come to a conclusion, he's grateful that the sound of footsteps takes his attention away from the gift and to the woman responsible for it. ]

...Oh. Ophilia. [ When he hears how hoarse his voice is, he clears his throat - painfully. ] You're up.

[ The hand that had curled into a fist in front of his face reaches to his side, where his travel bag stands high enough to pass the top of his head. It opens from the top, and as it falls into his lap, out spills a wide stretch of pink cloth. Eren groans uncomfortably and pulls it out with some struggle, holding it in her direction. ]

This is for you.

[ What this was exactly, was a pale pink shawl that without even taking a long look at, was hand-knit; there are flaws evident in its make that anyone with a set of eyes could notice. One side is ever so slightly uneven, longer than the other, and the seam at its edge had in numerous places several stitches too many. Where Eren holds it, the hood seems much too large to be used at all.

With how it dangles in the air between them, his gift to her ought to keep Ophilia from seeing past all its little mistakes, much to Eren's relief. The look on his face now, he knew, was one much more embarrassed than he would have had he the foresight to package the gift the way she had for him. ]

[clodpole]

[ Ophilia’s first instinct is to demur, to tell him he shouldn’t have, but the sight of her gift—its lop-sided hood, strange length and all—renders her speechless.

She loves it.

Why Eren’s embarrassed, she’s not sure, because the thought and care he’s put into his gift is evident in every loop of wool. It looks even better once she’s able to hold it up by the shoulders and admire it in all its glory. The tassel-lined hem is a nice touch, she thinks, and she especially likes the way the shawl tapers off to a point at the back.

They can spend all morning by the crystal tree, fussing over whose gift is better. They can spend all morning arguing why he thinks his uneven stitching has ruined everything or why she thinks they’re just what makes it charming. But they won’t. Ophilia unclasps her cape and drapes her new one over her shoulders, promptly ending their debate. ]

What do you think? [ She showcases his work with a twirl small and shy. ] Does it suit me?

[trample]

[ Before he can even begin to criticize himself, Ophilia wordlessly quiets him. Eren had expected her to wear it; he never thought she would spend even a second appraising it beforehand. When she does put it on, still without a word spoken, his nerves reach their limit. But seeing her show it off with such enthusiasm, he knows now he has nothing to worry about. ]

Yeah. [ If he doesn't force it, his voice comes out sounding soft, almost weak. ] It does.

[ Ever so modest, Ophilia had little in the way of a wardrobe. It occurred to him not long after they had met, but it took up until now for Eren to do anything about it. He thinks it's worth the wait. Whatever regrets he might have are washed away by her new look.

A square box, tied together by twine and small enough to be held in one hand is placed at the base of their tree. Eren does it so unremarkably it would be easy to miss if there were anything else going on. But immediately after, he rises to his feet, hopefully drawing her attention away. ]

You always wear the same thing. [ His hands bring two ends of the hood together and tie a neat little knot, right over her heart. ] If I hadn't made this, I'd never have known how good you look with a little color.

[clodpole]

[ Eren’s approval is a gift all its own, lighting her face up and warming her from head to toe. ]

I’m glad you think so.

[ It’s hard to hold still while he fastens everything together. Overwhelmed by a giddy, nervous energy, it comes out the moment he lets go in back-and-forth sways. The shawl dances with her, and as the ends of it run over and tickle her arms, she almost wishes she’d treated herself to something like this sooner. ]

I’ve never been one for finery and such, so I was worried that perhaps it wouldn’t. [ She feels silly for having thought otherwise. ] I like it, though. I like it very much.

Did you open yours?

(12/25) super backdate 64

[allconsumed]

[ For Eren's present, Velvet leaves a bag with fifteen or so small containers of seasonings and spices.

Along with those, wrapped in some tissue paper, there's a little leather-bound notebook. Inside are recipes, handwritten by Velvet herself. The writing is neat and easy to follow. The recipes include some her favorites from back home, and others she's discovered here in Lunatia. They start simple and become moderately complex by the end.

In the bag there's also a woolly gray winter hat with ear flaps—the peak of style.

It's all included with a short note, with handwriting noticeably worse when compared to what's in the notebook: ]

Eren,

I'll force you to use these if I have to. Don't ever take a good meal for granted.

P.S. - Thanks, but I'm not telling. Though I promise I'll take proper care of this one.

V

[clodpole]

Forgive my strange question, but were someone to enter your room without your knowledge or consent, would you perhaps be upset?

[trample]

Depends on who it is. You, I'd not mind. Anyone else, it'd be a lot different.

[clodpole]

[ Therein lies the problem. ]

Different? How so?

[trample]

Do you remember how we met?