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- ̗̀ open starter! ̖́-
to: m/f/nb
plot: your muse saw daisy using her powers.
“wait, wait!” one of her arms is still in its vine form, green and leafy and extremely long, when she notices that she’s been caught. silly of her to think no one could see her from the window of the store-- it may have been night time but there was still light out there. daisy runs out of the shop, arm now back to normal, catching up to them and pulling them back. “please let me explain.”
( ready, set, @lovedcult! )
“don’t you think it’s about time i decorate the shop?” daisy loved the holidays but she also felt the need to follow orders and because she hadn’t been told to do anything of the sort yet, she was conflicted. it was already that time of the year and other shops outside had been showing their holiday spirit for at least a week already. she felt like the flower shop had been missing out. the girl brings out a basket, huffing as she pushes it towards the other. “customers would love to see all this mistletoe, wouldn’t they?”
( ready, set, @bckdoors! based on this. )
“what’s wrong--” a sigh escapes her lips, more frustrated than she expected to be today. daisy didn’t want to ask what was wrong with them. she didn’t want to fight. at least, not now. but she couldn’t help but feel disturbed over the other’s behavior. she couldn’t tell if they were mad at her or something else but whatever it was, it felt like she was taking the hit, and that didn’t seem fair.
the girl lifts her legs, crossing them over each other as she faces them on the couch, hands are holding onto her ankles, brows furrowed as she studies their features. if only she could read people better, maybe having this conversation wouldn’t be so difficult. “you seem... different.”
( ready, set, @hypcbeast! )
“hi, what can i d--” hand stops mid-air, just as she’s about to reach for a tulip to put in the bouquet that she was fixing up, when she sees who’s entered her shop. now that wasn’t someone she was expecting to see today. or maybe ever again, really.
it’s not everyday you run into your ex but it also doesn’t seem like an accident that he’s in this particular flower shop. a rush of memories come swirling in her head just by the sight of him-- all the nights she spent trying to study but ended up distracted by him, the little lunch dates they’d have where it felt like nobody else was there eating with them. and then, of course, the break up.
daisy shakes her head at the thought, not wanting to remember one of the lower moments of her life right now. not in front of him, at least. “um... hi. are you here to buy flowers?”
- ̗̀ romantic firsts meme. ̖́-
status: not accepting!
@heartsets said: miss me! for dongha and daisy 🥺 not necessarily romantic just... them
send MISS ME for the first time my muse missed your muse.
dongha was special, that much daisy was aware of. that first time she saw him at her shop, she already knew he was going to be different from anyone else that would visit her and the flowers. he never bought anything, and she clearly didn’t mind.
but it had been over a week since he’d last come by, and while she had a few other customers who were just as friendly as he, it wasn’t the same. one young boy came in and for a second, she thought it was him. it wasn’t, though she managed to show him a similar smile.
as she closed up shop, taking her little apron off as she fixed the things behind the counter, she was reminded of the days he’d stick around that long-- he could never actually help because it wasn’t like he could touch anything but he’d talk to her and keep her company, and that’s all she could ever ask for from him. a drop of sadness blooms in her chest as she closes the door of the shop, making sure to lock it properly. she hoped he’d come visit her again soon, and that he was okay.
- ̗̀ open starter! ̖́-
to: m/f/nb
plot: daisy’s being confrontational for once in her life and it’s about your muse’s feelings because she’s just a confused bean ... also they’re at a party because idk that sometimes adds to drama ( take this however you want )
she doesn’t like having this discussion but she feels like there’s no escaping it at this point. she also doesn’t like being the person to bring things up but here she was, brows knit together as she looked at them. if she were being honest, daisy’s more upset at the fact that she’s upset and that her feelings were directed toward the other. the girl’s lips are drawn into a pout as she speaks, trying to be quiet but failing because of how loud the music is. “you’re always acting like a jerk and i don’t think it’s because that’s just who you are or whatever. why can’t you just tell me what it is you’re feeling?”
- ̗̀ open starter! ̖́-
to: m/f/nb
plot: your muse is a villain ( or criminal, idk ) and maybe daisy’s falling for them. up to you if they like her back or not.
she doesn’t know why or how things have come to this. the first time she encountered them was with some of the other runaways, and none of them had been happy with the outcome of that event because they’d gotten away. except for daisy. oddly enough, she’d found herself with a little crush, despite willing herself not to feel those things. they were the bad guy! she shouldn’t be giddy when they’re around. and yet... when she sees them again, she’s alone. “h-- hey! you! don’t move!”
( ready, set, @xuxihq! )
when daisy was younger, she was told not to talk to strangers... but she never really listened to her mother about things like that. which is why when she chances upon an unfamiliar man sitting on a rock, looking all too worried about her, asking if she needs any help, as she goes around the forest for her jog, she doesn’t at all shy away. in fact, she even stops in her tracks, slowing down until she gets closer to him. “help? with what?”
