Magnolia seems rather dishevelled, but she's beaming from ear to ear nonetheless. "Yew!! Yew...! It's your birthday, right?" She asks with a giggle. "And... well, you remember how you said you wanted to have macarons with me again?" She tarries no longer, revealing a plate of the small, colourful confections. "I-I've... I've been practicing a lot since then. I hope you like them!"
@crystarchived / ⁂ / happy birthday, yew! / ⁂ / ACC.
❝ Magnolia, you shouldn’t have…! ❞ There is… Something so radiant about the sight of her, all crescent smiles and hair amiss. Warmth pools within the confines of his chest, and before he can catch himself digits rise to tuck pale strands behind her ear.
The gesture is enough to make the very same warmth run to his cheeks instead, a bout of nervous giggling tumbling past his lips.
❝ … Um, sit with me? You look like you could catch a breath. ❞












