Adieu

Envious (Dezmond)

As they quietly flitted about kitchen, Dezmond would take notice to one very crucial change between now and his time watching over Mickey before. Before she moved around without a care in the world, sometimes even walking through Dezmond which always acted as a cold reminder that she'd never seen, heard or felt him before. Now, however, they'd have to maneuver around one another while both working together to get their evening tea together. Before he'd silently observed, but now he was a helping hand. A part of the picture.

Eventually he'd be holding a saucer in one hand, his fingers daintily holding the rim of the plate while his others held the cup by the small handle. Bringing it to his lips to sip, it's now that the Angel was starting to realize just how much he was enjoying being there. To be present, and not worry about his actions having negative reactions. With her he could eat, and drink, or mess with things in his surrounding that bothered him. Not only could he do it, but he was realizing he wouldn't be alone while doing so. It's thoughts like these that kept his smile in place, along with the kind comments that Michayla said time to time. "Don't think for even a moment that you won't still be seeing me after the end." With a playful tone he made a promise to her, that not even in death would she truly be without her guardian angel. While away at work on Earth, he'd always check in on her whenever he returns.

This is then when he takes a moment to think over her question. It was clearly difficult given his now pensive expression, unable to quickly make a decision. He wanted to say her first, because the buildup leading to it and the way she went about willing herself to be strong enough to perform. Though, musically she'd advanced a lot since then. She'd taken a stronger lead time to time, and even began playing significantly more difficult and elaborate shows. Though if he had a favorite, it'd have to be...

"Oh." Something seemed to click, remembering back far enough to a certain show she did. Normally during orchestra performances you'd be seated and quietly enjoy the show until its completion. Though one in particular she did was a bit different. "About a year after your first performance as a lead, it was the one in the Opera building. I remember going there and hoping it wasn't sold out, a rare occasion, but it's only then that I could get a chair. Then to my surprise, there were no chairs at all. I remember you being as surprised as I was. Somehow the venue and show managers failed to mention it would be a live concert that primarily focused on a dance floor for people to gather in. It was a jazz ensemble, a tribute to old Louisiana as I recall." Seeming to still be lost in thought, he'd take a moment to sip at the honey sweet tea while he gathered his thoughts. "Ah, yes. I remember I couldn't even get near the stage. A lot of people got right up against it to get a closer view. Eventually I just decided to be on stage, my chances of actually seeing you were slim to none without doing so." Clearly enjoying the memories, his smile would widen as his lips remained on the edge of his cup. "I was so envious of those dancing."

Letting out a quiet sigh, it was clear these memories brought on a wave of nostalgia for the angel. One of his favorite things in the world was music, especially that which was performed by Michayla and her father. Clearly in this moment, while in his own head, Dezmond was content.