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Oh to be held like a kitten by a big wooferman...the ultimate dream. OG image
AAAHHH I LOVE YOUR BLACK THEME ITS SO HOT (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
AAAAHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH BBY ! ! !
I know I changed it a bit since you sent this but I'm still obsessed with it-
and the Tengen header-
return the fridge asks...
Did you want to start the train?~
🌺 (anonymously of course-- or left on his grave . . . :3c)
The bouquet is primarity violet roses, as they are Lewis's favorite. There are a few pink ones, but majority are varying hues of purple. Below, a few red adonis flowers, small and delicate, are intermixed in a tiny field of gold from marigolds, zinnia, and yellow asphodels, carpeting beneath the roses with warm oranges and yellows. There are breaks in the warm colors by an equal number of cool blues from forget-me-nots and snowdrops, and from the purples of harebells and raspberry flowers. The purple-blue colors climb up, almost as if to hide the gold flowers, to reach the roses on the ladder of blue-violet acacia. A sprig or two of artemesia flowers add a splash of leafy green. It is all bound together with a purple and blue bow, in a glass decanter with a long, narrow neck filled with water. It is left at the foot of the headstone, covering the date of death on the grave.
Lewis was silent as he stared. He had finally decided to see his....his grave that he sometimes heard his family mention, thought maybe he could just see what they put on his headstone but..he never thought he would see his murderer here. Not like this, leaving flowers and...looking so lost and sad. Lewis was glad he was invisible as it prevented Arthur from seeing him as the blond left the flowers behind and gave Lewis the chance to move closer and truly take in the flowers. Did...Did Arthur have any idea what any of these flowers meant? Did he just pick them for the colors, for the aesthetic? No...he knew better then that, Arthur probably knew exactly what he was saying with these, even if he had to look it all up.
Arthur.....did he really mean everything? Was he just putting these there as a show? But...there was no one else out this late, not when it was this dark. There were no cameras here. But...but then what? Arthur couldn’t actually mean all this stuff. He couldn’t actually....but what if he did? It didn’t make any sense....after all he was the one who pushed him to ask out Vivi in the first place!
“I don’t know you at all, do I?”
Which just made him think....maybe it isn’t so shocking Arthur hid his want to get rid of him if he was able to so easily hid his love for him.
(OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH well played, mun. Well played. Oh yeah, I'm the puny ghost anon now, YAY. Hi Vincent. Still hate me from that last comment? OoooOOOOoohhh, I'm a ghoooOOOooost!! This is kinda fun.)
He holds up a container of salt, "I already ate your corpse, how about I exorcise you?"