FLORAVEINED.
looking up from where she’d been in the process of planting new bulbs for the coming spring – demeters SORROW over her daughter having left all asters flowers withered and decayed over the cold months – asters brow furrowed in confusion over his obvious distress, at least until clarisse’s name came up. WHY did the other campers insist on aggravating the girl? rising from the ground with a sigh, a dirt covered hand clasped around levi’s own. WHAT A SIGHT the two of them must have made, the blonde pulling along the boy who had a good few inches on her.
❛ come on. the tool shed is usually empty. you can hide in there until whatever happened blows over. ❜
❝ thanks. you're a real lifesaver. ❞ he grinned as he caught his breath, lips brimming in triumph. the thoughts that mull over his head were distant as he lets her lead the way to the shed, a couple of minutes away. levi didn’t mind her dirt-stained hand. in fact, a thumb from his other hand reached over to smear soil around his wrist, just above where she held him. a smile settles on his lips at his SOIL BRACELET, followed by a snort at his own childishness. ❝ well, what if — WHAT IF i pumped some heavy bad luck on clarisse. LOOK, BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING ELSE, you gotta spare me the benefit of the doubt — i didn’t even know if it was gonna work ! but somehow it did because it took her a loong time to make her way past the armory since she kept tripping over something —— i’m a dead man. ❞
