Mar 7, 2018
@prunums
「♞」There was something soothing about picking flowers, arranging them into a beautiful bundle for literally no one. It was the aroma that was most captivating, from the roses especially. Diarmuid glances over towards a bush beside him, noticing a young woman who also had the same idea as he. “So it would seem I’m not the only one.” he muses loudly, lips gently smirking towards her.
“I thought I picked a vacant nursery, picking these flowers all for myself and now I must share?” the lancer jests.