[ There are some perks to being Dorian Pavus' shipmate, and one of those perks is knowing when he's around and when he isn't. The moment he's gone, Leilani takes the opportunity to slip into his room to leave some presents - she doubts anyone will question her about invading his space when, it seems, so many of them think they're romantically entangled.
At the top of the box is a wrapped up scarf, folded neatly. Below it is an equally well folded shirt and waistcoat, with flimsy purple paper around them to protect them from the rest of the gifts. Below that is a pair of gloves, which seems to be the end of the fashion selection, if only because Leilani isn't entirely sure Dorian would approve of all the things she decided that he would look good in.
Wrapped in two small boxes are a ring and an earring. Beside them, in it's own little box, is a journal, and the first page has something written on it in Leilani's careful handwriting:
Aneth ara, ma vhenas.
I have been told that this time of year is for celebrating family, the people you love, the friends you have kept at your side. It is a time for reminding those that you know that you care about them, that they are important to you, that they are special. I feel as though, perhaps, this should be done throughout the year, but I'm not here to speak ill of shemlem customs. Not today, at least.
I know that you do not know me as the Inqusitior that you fought beside for many years, but that has not stopped you from showing your kindness and your friendship over the last few months. It has been difficult, for the both of us, I think, to relearn what it means to be friends with one another, but I don't think that I would have been able to survive this place on my own. Having you at my side, even as we learn how to be friends once more, has been a gift I could never have expected. I have been blessed by your company, by your wisdom and your humour, and I could never ask for anything else.
I am lucky, I think, to have you at my side, to have you as my friend, to have you willing to listen to me even when I am certain it is too much.
What I want, if this is the time of year to admit it, is to tell you how very important you are. You are a strong, brave man, Dorian, and I am glad to have you as a friend. I am glad to know you, and better for it, in the end, because you are what is good in the world. You are proof that there is hope for the future, not just for your homeland but for the people of the world, too. I hope you recognise what a wonderful man you are and how highly I value your friendship and your confidence.
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Date: 2017-12-23 05:29 am (UTC)From:At the top of the box is a wrapped up scarf, folded neatly. Below it is an equally well folded shirt and waistcoat, with flimsy purple paper around them to protect them from the rest of the gifts. Below that is a pair of gloves, which seems to be the end of the fashion selection, if only because Leilani isn't entirely sure Dorian would approve of all the things she decided that he would look good in.
Wrapped in two small boxes are a ring and an earring. Beside them, in it's own little box, is a journal, and the first page has something written on it in Leilani's careful handwriting: