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[grieverled]

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[nonwaste]

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[grieverled]

@pulchralilium

[reveromantique]

Unbelievable, an idiot, a complete jackass, yeah, all of those things, but he's also delighted, incredibly pleased with himself at pulling this off, unable to smother his grin. Not that he wants to, leaning in to catch Squall's mouth in a kiss that's entirely inappropriate for the location or the hour, but hell.

They'd just gotten married. He's allowed.

And Squall is smiling, so that's a point in Seifer's favor.

"I know. You love me," he replies. "Besides, it was her or Kramer, and I figured at least this way, it's efficient."

And it'll piss Michele Xu off for the rest of her life, knowing that she's now responsible for formally cementing their relationship by virtue of rank and brief availability. Two points in his favor, really.

Worth the damned overpriced latte he'd bribed her with, even, cornering her in the caf first thing in the morning to ask her help.

"I even conned her into taking over your shit for the rest of the day. So we can celebrate, and all that." That, of course, had been extracted with the promise of a favor, worth a hell of a lot more than a coffee, a decision he'd regret if it were anything else.

"So we can get out of here for a while, if you want."

Off 3F, back to the dorms, out of Garden entirely-- he isn't picky, but he'd get a kick out of being able to carry Squall over the threshold of their dorm, he'll admit.

[grieverled]

He doesn’t even give a single damn about proper protocol at this point. Rules never applied to Seifer, even at the best of times, a trait that had undoubtedly grown a particular fondness in Squall’s eyes when related to the blonde man. Knowing intimately how he ticked, what drove half his actions… okay, maybe not all the time, but enough he could trace the bond if uncertain & reassured… He usually had a good enough reason to throw them out the nearest window.

He hadn’t been expecting this of all things, but he can’t find it in himself to complain, not when there’s a tell-tale joy bubbling up beneath his chest, in the hearth of his ribs, leaving him feeling light, airy–most of all, he feels happiness. Unfettered, it’s nearly all-encompassing in the way it swallows him up in sunny warmth. His lips tingle where he’s kissed a little too eagerly in the main hall, a snort of laughter sneaking through their clashing lips as he chases the other gun-bladers with his own.

The weight against his ring finger is a welcome one; it makes him feel whole. A startling sensation, one that he only questions a moment before he’s swept back up in Seifer’s passionate frenzy of kisses & wild laughter.

Hyne…. Married. He’s actually married, someone’s husband–Seifer’s husband no less.

Trailing after the man as they eventually continue walking, the beaming blonde continues, all delightfully smarmy grins & toothy smiles.

“You’ve got me there. Cid would drag it out, make a big thing of it.” Neither of their styles, though they both shared a penchant for the dramatic, had a time & place for it. This was a surprise, though, dramatic & unexpected in the right kind of thrilling way. His heart feels like a bird fluttering in a cage, another soft peal of laughter following his response.

Squall makes an impressed sound, brows raising as he notes with something impressed that Seifer’d managed the impossible. Xu ran a tight enough ship; she stuck to her schedules with a terrifying precision, & her rage was well known for mishaps & distractions. As much as he wanted to note it being some lingering fondness for either of them, he knew it was likely also trailed by a hefty cost, something still yet to be paid…

“Well, whatever you did to con her, we’d better make the most of this time before she comes knocking for the payment.” Flashing a rare & easy grin that mirrors the other’s own, Squall gives his hand a squeeze.

“Off Garden. It’s been a while, yeah? I think the occasion calls for something private.”

[pulchralilium]

Aerith laughed softly as warmth bloomed across her cheeks, her gaze dropping to the ground in a vain attempt to hide the blush threatening to betray her. She never expected the comment, or the sudden thought of how Leon would try to sweep her off her feet. It wouldn't be easy, but she had faith that if he wanted too, he would. She rarely saw a challenge he couldn't meet head on.

She cleared her throat, grateful when he gave her a gentle shove beneath the shelter of the overhang, the pounding rain fading to a distant roar beyond its edge. At his question, Aerith looked up with an easy smile. "Cold?" she echoed lightly. "Oh, I'm fi—"

A shiver stole the rest of the sentence from her lips. She laughed at herself, wrapping her arms tightly around her middle as if that alone might chase away the chill that had settled deep into her bones. She regretted immediately not even thinking of grabbing her jacket.

"...Alright," she admitted with a sheepish smile, peeking up at him through damp strands of hair. "You caught me." Her shoulders lifted in a small, defeated shrug. "...I'm very cold." A hard lesson learned, that she needed to pack at least for sun or rain. "Next time maybe we should plan better. Rain jackets, umbrellas. Fire starter"

It had been worth it, however, to find exactly what they'd been searching for. Though she imagined their triumphant return would lose some of its shine if the two of them arrived dripping wet and sneezing by morning. Aerith prayed they did not actually catch a cold. What a bummer that would be! Aerith laughed softly under her breath, hugging herself a little tighter. "I suppose success always comes with a catch," Her head turned, her smile softer as she looked up at him. "Getting caught in the rain isn't so bad when the company is you"

[grieverled]

Her quiet is sweet–rare a thing to find her so momentarily speechless, & twice as precious when it was a moment leaning on the positive side of things. He takes advantage to keep the mood light & afloat as best as he could, a gentle grin carving itself along his lips as he glances her way, taking note of the way the wetness of fresh fallen rain gathers along the ends of her hair on a few stray strands. A few beads fall, & he’s reminded of her shivering with a soft huff. He hardly waits for her response before he’s already tugging the side of his jacket off by the edge, slipping it over a shoulder & then moving to uncover his other side.

“Fine? Really…” He trails off, amusement bleeding from him faintly, his voice is kept quiet, not malicious or rude in the way he teases as he steps in to lay it over her shoulders. It wasn’t much, but it provided some warmth for the florist to gather herself from the rain.

It near swallows her up, not entirely dwarfing her but… it was a little comical to watch the way she stiffens when he covers her & takes a step back, before she tests the feel of the odd leather & feathered jacket mix over her frame.

But, she wasn’t shivering as much anymore. Small wins where they could find them. Though in his opinion, getting a little drenched from the rain was the least of their concerns. More a blessing if he were honest. Though nostalgia pings around his chest at the location they’re in. A mish-mash of feelings & memories barraging about his head from the inside, merging atop one another in a way that gives him the startings of a headache which he does well to mask with his usual well-kept expression in place.

Winhill, Matron’s Orphanage & Radiant Garden all blur at the edges, tall stone & ivory buildings standing among the decay & destruction of a time long passed with a downpour overhead… familiar, & he can’t help but wonder how he seems to find himself in these kinds of repeating situations. He allows the memories to pass, noting how they were from a life he didn’t live anymore.

As he moves about to gather some dry crates (‘Unfortunately emptied and raised before they’d found them…’), Leon moves them over to the driest part of the alcove, scouring for the bits of wood he can find lingering about in the form of stray shrapnel & splintered broken wood. He guides Aerith to settle against one of the makeshift chairs, nudging their bags with the materials scavenged over for her to keep safe as he works.

“Definitely firestarters & jackets. I think they’ll let us off easy since we found quite a bit of things.” He snorts. “But, hey, I think this is the first rain we’ve seen here, yeah? I didn’t even know it could still be… normal like this.”

Years of being situated in Traverse Town, where not much seemed to change, & the time of day stayed in an almost eternal night. It was more than a little jarring. But he was happy all the same to note how the sky changed colours, knowing they had fully restored things to the point they’d been before–enough to experience actual weather again! A miracle, one he was happy to indulge in even if it came at the price of some brief suffering on their end from time to time.

At Aerith’s gentle spoken comment, the way she looks up at him following his gestures… it makes him pause, a physical stutter as he swallows with a light, curious cant of his head. 

But it’s quickly smoothed down, something blossoming & unfurling in his chest like a new bloom. Giving a light shrug, his own gaze is soft as he takes a seat next to her, humming playfully before he leans against her side.

His voice dips, pointed cheekiness attempting to colour his tone & failing. 

“& why is that? Is it my infectious humour?” Definitely not. He’s been told his jokes had a tendency to be almost painfully dry & flat. One could dream though.

[doortotomorrow]

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[leonleonhart]

[reveromantique]

There are deals in place, concessions he had been forced to agree to upon his release from D-District years ago. Deals with Kadowaki, with Garden-- he may have been born with a gift, but they had molded him, made him into a warrior.

He'd picked up dirty jobs, the ones not worth a real SeeD's time, the ones that they could claim no knowledge of if he hadn't come back. Kadowaki was allowed to scan his brain, draw his blood, poke and prod and generally use him like a lab rat.

And then... after that incident in the infirmary saving Squall's life...

They want to know what makes him tick now. What Ultimecia's knighting had done to him. How his magic reacts to certain conditions.

And that's why he's here now, in the belly of Garden, in a cramped, abandoned room away from the sterile, Odine-metal-laden lab, caught between man and beast. This isn't the familiar explosion of his succession coming to bear, ash-gray wings and whorls of gold streaking across his face. This is different. This is inhumane.

Squall's right to treat him like a wounded, abused animal, because at this point, it's the most apt description.

There are dead men back there, and Seifer's got their blood on his nightmarish hands.

But it doesn't stop Squall from coming closer, from reaching out, palm against his cheek-- he's afraid, he's furious, he's terrified and traumatized and boiling with rage all at once, because who did this, who authorized this. Seifer can feel it all through the bond between them, a low, shuddering exhale escaping at the contact.

We're going to have you junction, just to see what happens. Like he's nothing more than an experiment, like they don't have records of what happened the first and last time he had let a GF into his brain, a thirteen year old kid screaming himself crazy in the training center, while Aki had had to forcibly draw from him just to break the connection.

What's the worst that can happen, right?

The GF node is buried in the meat of his back, unreachable-- his claws aren't delicate enough to find it, to rip it free, to try to reverse it.

He can't speak, but forces himself to manage it-- Kadowaki is an impossibility, but he can get, "Doc," out, and "Ifrit," the words sounding foreign on his monstrous tongue.

[grieverled]

His mind is a frenzied storm, one that remains firmly anchored in place despite the displacement & the distress he can feel from both ends of their connection. He wants to know who did this to him, what the hell they’d even done to make Seifer appear so monstrous. It’s inhumane, violent–outright cruel. None of which the blonde deserved, given the amount of shit he’d put up with since returning to Garden & Squall’s life. He swallows thickly, eyes roaming over transformed features, pained & trembling beneath his gloved fingertips, & his distress only seems to grow at the low whirring groans the other releases.

He keeps pawing for his back, but he’s slow, struggling to move more than a molasses slowed pace as if it caused excruciating agony to move. With the looks of things, he probably did hurt to move.

Squall smooths a hand over the bend of Seifer’s face, before he keeps his touch light & present, to move around the man. His words are grit out, snarled in a low growl but it's about as much as he seems able to share in this new form with a foreign tongue. It’s enough. The revelation ensures his blood boils all the more, a near all encompassing rage seeping through his veins as he makes a face, a dagger sharp scowl with a pointed look away.

Ifrit makes sense. He hadn’t asked specifics before, but he knew Seifer held a strict resistance towards junctioning. While Squall and the others could with ease, it was never the same case with Seifer. It was ironically an unknown thing that he’d admired about him before. Viewing his repulsion to the act as something stubborn, headstrong, but determined in the way someone strong knew they could be all on their own.

It painted the man in a heroic, idealized light in his younger eyes. In the present time, he had a feeling it had more to do with his reluctance to show his proclivity towards magic, from his torn knight bonding with the witch Ultimecia & certain after effects that made his relationship with magic of any sort all the more complex.

“I’ll handle this when we get you back, yeah?”

(‘This is never happening again. Over my dead body…’) At this rate, he’s going to just keep the other glued to his side to ensure nothing more happens without his knowledge. In hindsight, he should have known better than to expect things to pass normally after Seifer's sorcerer reveal. He should have fucking known that Seifer would be experimented on in some fashion or sent on more dangerous missions following his impromptu revival with an audience. There’s a certain level of powerlessness that engulfs him, one he hadn’t felt in years this strongly. The fear of losing someone else to circumstances that continued to be far out of his control. It’s frustrating–no matter what he did, still something found a way to cause harm.

He tamps it down before the feelings can spread or grow any bigger. He’s unsure right now if his feelings will be transferred entirely through the shared bond & he doesn’t want to risk an entire misunderstanding when the other man felt painfully fragile in this state, instead turning his attention upwards, scanning for abnormalities, an implantation mark, anything odd & out of place and different that could have likely triggered the transformation between man & GF.

“You’re trying to get back here a bunch–is that thing there by your shoulder blades what’s causing this? I can get it off, if you’ll let me. Yeah big guy?”

Squall keeps his tone measured, soft & familiar, lulling. Enough he can watch the way Seifer focuses on it like a lifeline, & he does his best to maintain that image of controlled reassurance. His fingers trace the roughened & almost inflamed area surrounding what he can recognize as a connection node. It looks painful. He waits for the other man’s answer before he moves further.

The last thing they need is an Ifrit level panic attack.

[grieverled]

➤   Rise from the ashes [ ; ] Grow with my power & open with my heart. ❝ I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me . . .❞ @/reveromantique

❝ Damages define our border, all that matter forged in flame. Knowing little of your wounding, share our mending all the same. Weight of words & wars we carried. I'm like you — just like you. Eyes of secrets, storm & story. Show & tell, we'll make it through. ❞

“You saved my life,” he says. “I owe you everything.” “You don’t.” I say. “You don’t owe me squat. Let’s just get going, let’s just get gone.” But he’s relentless, keeps saying — “Your shoes are filling with your own damn blood, you must want something. Tell me & it’s yours.”

— Richard Siken, "Wishbone"

➤ From Fire - Shireen   ➤ Drumming Song - Florence + The Machine   ➤ Hardest of Hearts - Florence + The Machine   ➤ The Darker The Weather // The Better The Man - MISSIO   ➤ Glory & Gore - Lorde   ➤ Smells Like Teen Spirit - Saint Mesa   ➤ Heavy In Your Arms - Florence + The Machine   ➤ Very Good Bad Thing - Mother Mother   ➤  Losing My Mind - MISSIO   ➤ The Way Down - Wax//Wane  ➤ Sing To Me - MISSIO ➤ Intro ( Creatures of Habit ) - Greta Isaac  ➤ Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Tribe Society   ➤ Everybody Wants To Rule the World - Lorde.   ➤ Feathers - A Perfect Circle   ➤ Change Me - 8 Graves   ➤ Foreign Tongues - CryWolf

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights: New & Selected Poems; “Pareidolia”

[grieverled]

I love getting to write overprotective squall when it comes to people he loves. He is the physical embodiment of that quote or saying about everything he’s ever loved having claw marks in it. He’s lost so much, he needs to fight and will fight like hell to keep those he cares about safe and alive and with him for as long as possible. High key it’s why his kh verse gives me so many feelings, as well as his post 8 verse because he’s healed, had the chance to know what it’s like to have people and to be able to rely on them despite his abandonment issues, but even with that growth, he still loses everyone, or is close to at a few points. Idk I love tackling threads that explore it and trigger his need to protect and save people.

[corditeheart]

"Glad you're willing to suffer." She watches him warily, making sure he's not going to keel over the second he stands up from the curb. "If you started crying like a little baby, I would have had to kill you."

Or at least knocked him out for the ride home. She's still considering it.

Xu glances at her phone at his question, and shakes her head, feeling some of her hair escape the hasty bun she'd shoved it in this morning.

"The rest of the squad is down near the station-- we need to rendezvous with them in ten minutes if we have any hope of getting out of here in time. Think you can walk, or am I gonna have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you?"

Which would certainly put a damper in her day.

[grieverled]

Her dry, humoured reply–at least he delusionally believes it’s dry, if only for the moment & the fleeting illusion of care–he snorts out a sharp peal of laughter, mindfully cradling his ribs, shifting to apply enough reassuring pressure where the bandages & patches remain carefully settled.

“Always.” He shoots back with a light salute, biting back a wince as he already finds himself bee-lining for his beloved blade. He feels steadier, like himself again & sure with it in his hand again. It’s a start, though he’s not sure it’s all they’d need in this moment, given the chaos he’s all too aware of brimming away still. “We both know it’d take a lot more than that to make me cry like a baby. You’re gonna have to wait on that.”

He shrugs a shoulder in faux nonchalance, wry quirk of his lips tilting skywards as he returns his attention to gathering more on their current situation from what he can currently see. So far, it seems like they’d found a pocket of some calm to gather themselves in. Fine enough–usually that meant things had gone off with little enough distractions & disorder. Mission accomplished.

He already finds himself pining for a long, hot shower…

Casting a glance back Xu’s way, his eyes dip down to the phone she studies, taking in the way her brows pinch together, along with the shake of her head. He can’t glean much outside of the usual annoyance that bleeds off the woman in waves. He knows better than to be more of a pain in her ass, keeping his silence carefully bound as he trails after her like a shadow, humming his acknowledgement after she alerts him of where the rest of the squad had rendezvoused. At the question, though, he stares, blinking with a twist of his features & a pointed tilt of his head in disbelief.

…While a part of him doesn’t believe she could heave him over her shoulder & drag him to the checkpoint… there’s an instinctive nagging voice in his head reminding him it was better not to get on her bad side nor underestimate her. Waving a gloved hand, he wrinkles his nose, already gesturing for her to lead the way ahead.

“I was injured, not completely incapacitated. I’ll be fine.”

[grieverled]

` 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 &&. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

` Moodboard Meme [ ; ] Invocation of Fire ➔ @reveromantique

[grieverled]

■ ᴏᴜᴛɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ : [ *CLOUD_STRIFE 👤 @defiant-ex-soldiers ] ■ sent … “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I’m like this! I don’t — !”

The other is frantic–a state that Leon has never seen him in before. Cloud is the kind of man who, while he’d learned in recent times, much like Leon had, to hold his emotions & feelings fresh on his sleeves, there were some scars & wounds not yet healed that he’d preferred to keep hidden & tucked away safely. Leon never pried, he knew better than anyone else what it was like to carry the whirlwind storm of guilt, duty & failure on your shoulders, especially when memory issues were thrown into the mix. When these moments struck, he didn’t say much, just acted. However… today, it seemed his voice would be needed to help in quelling the pain down again.

So he moves.

As soon as they hyperventilating grows more desperate, as soon as he sees Cloud’s gloved hands still stained in dirt & who knew what else begin from his recent scouting to paint reddened, blunt pressure bruises & red marks into the skin of his cheeks & face in a muted effort to self maim out of uncontrolled habit–Leon’s hands are firm, hold secure but not restrictive in a way that would send the blonde further into a spiral. He draws his hands from his head, making sure to eye where he’d been pawing at his head, making sure he hadn’t roughly tugged his hair too hard in his distress.

Leon shushes him down, keeping his tone level, calm, lilted slightly in softness he knew the man would always catch, would always cling to like a soothing balm or a beloved charm for safety, & Leon watches the way panicked, glassy eyes gradually begin to grow more lucid. He talks and babbles calmly about breathing exercises, anything calm, long enough & stable to give Cloud something to drone in on even in his vulnerable state. The gun-blader’s fingers massage gentle circles into where Cloud’s fingers twitch still & clench, twining his own between them eventually to give pulsing squeezes as he then moves to breach the distance when the other swordsman seems to have calmed down a lot more.

He’s steady again, back enough from the brink that Leon can properly check in on his love to get to the bottom of what triggered his breakdown. He looks openly into his eyes, making sure there’s no trace of judgement in his eyes, only everything softened, honeyed down in the tender way they linger.

Resting his forehead against the blonde’s, he releases one hand to smooth it through unruly, messy blonde locks, circling his hand back around to cradle Cloud’s face like he was something fragile, precious.

(‘In this moment, he is.’)

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize for this. You’ve been through a lot, Cloud. You’ve survived so much. It’s bound to leave some indents & marks, but that doesn’t make you broken or weak. You hear me?” Another pass of his hand, this time making sure to leave his hand resting at the nape of the other man’s neck, caressing the tenser part near the nape with the side of a thumb. Gently scraping, repetitive, he can see the visible way Cloud’s tremors lessen, though they still remain.

Leon can’t quite guess what he’s seen or remembered. But if it’s anything like his own stress hallucinations… it was likely definitely far from pleasant.

Continuing, he’s mindful of his tone.

“Are you comfortable sharing what spooked you? ‘M not gonna pressure you, but I am always here if you need me. You’re not alone in this.”

` ☰ ᴿᴬᴰᴵᴬᴺᵀ ᴳᴬᴿᴰᴱᴺ ᴺᴱᵀᵂᴼᴿᴷ . ɪɴʙᴏx ᴀꜱᴋ ʀᴇᴄɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ( ⌕ ) . . . 𝑰𝑵𝑩𝑶𝑿 𝑪𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 . ⬩status … replied .

[dandelionrps]

𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍  𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔     (     .  .  .     )     inbox  prompts .

♡     send  flowers     according  to  which  type(s)     express  how  sender  feels  about  or  wants  from  receiver  .   

these  flowers  are  meant  to     come  with  notes     (    or    spoken  words  .ᐟ     add     whatever  you  desire     when  sending    )     that  clearly  state  what  they  mean ,     so     receiver  will  know     what  sender  is  trying  to  say .  

add  context    &     mix    &     match  to  your  needs .     create  whole  bouquets  if  you  like  .     happy  writing .ᐟ

white  azalea  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  physical  beauty  .

pink  azalea  :     maternal  love     (     does  not  necessarily  have  to  be  gendered     )     from  parental  figure  to  child  .

red  azalea  :     a  request  for  receiver  to  take  care  of  themself  for  sender’s  sake  .

white  calla  lily  :     a  marriage  proposal  .

pink  calla  lily  :     a  confession  of  romantic  love  .

yellow  calla  lily  :     a  request  to  be  friends  .

purple  calla  lily  :     a  request  for  a  passionate  night  together  .

black  calla  lily  :     a  request  for  a  date     (     specify  what  it  entails     )  .

white  carnation  :     sympathy ,     condolences  .

pink  carnation  :     filial  love    (     from  child  to  parental  figure     )  .

red  carnation  :     possessiveness ,     as  if  to  say    ‘  you  are  mine  ’  .

yellow  carnation  :     rejection ,     disappointment  in  receiver ,     regret  .

purple  carnation  :     appreciation  for  receiver’s  whimsy  and /  or  unpredictability  .

multicolor  carnation  :     expressing  sorrow  that  sender  and  receiver  cannot  be  together  .

white  chrysanthemum  :     agape  love  .

pink  chrysanthemum  :     storge  love     (     from  parental  figure  to  child     )  .

red  chrysanthemum  :     eros  love  .

yellow  chrysanthemum  :     philia  love  .

cleome  :     sender  wants  to  run  away    /     elope  with  receiver  .

daffodil  :     desire  for  a  new  beginning    /     to  start  over  .

white  daisy  :     desire  to  have  a  child    /     start  a  family  with  receiver  .

yellow  daisy  :     encouragement  and  empathy  .

forget  -  me  -  not  :     an  expression  of  gratitude  for  the  memories  shared  with  receiver    /     a  desire  to  make  new  memories  with  receiver  .

white  heather  :     sender  pledges  to  always  protect  receiver  .

pink  heather  :     infatuation  and  obsession  with  receiver  .

white  hibiscus  :     a  request  for  peace  between  sender  and  receiver  .

pink  hibiscus  :     sender  wishes  to    ‘  show  receiver  off  ’     by  having  them  wear  this  flower  in  their  hair  .

red  hibiscus  :     a  deep  admiration  for  receiver’s  godlike  beauty  .

orange  hibiscus  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  body  .

yellow  hibiscus  :     sibling  or  sibling  -  like  affection  .

yellow  hyacinth  :     jealousy  and  envy  .

blue  hyacinth  :     sincerity  and  earnestness  ,     wholehearted  regard  .

purple  hyacinth  :     deep  sorrow  ,     begging  for  forgiveness  ,     a  request  for  another  chance  .

white  iris  :     a  spiritual  connection  ,     a  soul  bond  .

blue  iris  :     having  faith  in  receiver  ,     trusting  them  implicitly  .

purple  iris  :     veneration  and  the  highest  possible  esteem  ,     regard  for  receiver’s  wisdom  .

lavender  :     gratitude  for  forgiveness    /     a  second  chance  ,     a  promise  to  be  better  for  receiver  .

lilac  :     innocent  attraction  ,     receiver  is  sender’s  first  love  .

white  lily  :     deep  respect  and  reverence  ,     unconditional  love    (     platonic  or  romantic    )  .

pink  lily  :     gentle  appreciation  and  gratitude  ,     a  kiss  on  the  cheek  .

tiger  lily  :     sender  is  proud  of  receiver  . 

lily  -  of  -  the  -  valley  :     receiver  completes  sender    /     makes  sender  feel  whole  .

white  magnolia  :     sender  thinks  receiver  is  perfect  .

pink  magnolia  :     a  regard  for  receiver’s  youthful  spirit  . 

purple  magnolia  :     sender  wishes  receiver  healing  .

pink  orchid  :     congratulatory     (     specify  what  for    )  .

blue  orchid  :     rarity  ,     there’s  no  one  else  in  the  world  like  receiver  .

purple  orchid  :     admiration  for  receiver’s  strength  and  perseverance  .

pink  peony  :     wishing  receiver  luck  and  good  fortune  .

red  peony  :     expression  of  honor  ,     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  moral  character  .

white  poppy  :     mourning  a  shared  loved  one  ,     expressing  comfort  during  a  difficult  time  .

red  poppy  :     regard  for  the  fallen    /     for  what  or  who  has  been  lost  .

orange  poppy  :     wishing  receiver  success  ,     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  resilience  .

 white  primrose  :     sender  misses  receiver    /     sender  is  sad  without  receiver  .

pink  primrose  :     sender  cannot  live  without  receiver  .

yellow  primrose  :     receiver  makes  sender  happy  .

purple  primrose  :     sender  is  enchanted  by  receiver  .

white  rose  :     desire  for  marriage    /     building  a  life  with  receiver  .

pink  rose  :     a  developing  crush  ,     regard  for  receiver’s  beauty    (     physical  and  beyond     )  .

red  rose  :     deep  romantic  love  ,     passionate  attraction  ,     unending  devotion  .

yellow  rose  :     deep  platonic  love  ,     the  warmth  of  friendship  ,     returning  the  joy  receiver  brings  .

sunflower  :     deep  adoration  ,     unending  loyalty  .

white  tulip  :     apology    /     desire  for  forgiveness  and  reconciliation  .

pink  tulip  :     the  transition  from  a  crush  to  deeper  romantic  love  .

red  tulip  :     deep  trust  and  undying  devotion  .

yellow  tulip  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  smile    /     a  desire  to  see  receiver  smile  more  .

purple  tulip  :     eternal  love  ,     togetherness  in  every  lifetime  .

blue  violet  :     calming  love  and  affection  ,     an  expression  of  sender  being  a  better  person  with    /     around  receiver  .

purple  violet  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  personal  growth  and  humility  .

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music videos set in a surreal cgi desert (1999-2002)

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i love u unconventional ways of showing affection

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i love u knocking ur head against someones shoulder. i love u gently biting someone. i love u saying "hey what if i licked you rn" and then doing it. i love u hand gestures. i love u non verbal forms of affection. i love u sitting in a room together quietly. i love u walking together. i love u different ways of showing someone u care abt them

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bringing this post back. knocking ur head against someones shoulder is actually the most important thing in the world

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Planet Earth II (2016) Episode 05 “Grasslands” Directed by Chadden Hunter