@apoapsis sent 🌸 for a flower crown / bracelet
the temperature was dropping and the leaves were changing, autumn's presence truly being made known in the light breeze. little orange, pink, and white wildflowers were heavily sprinkled among the overgrown crabgrass, a decent bundle of them resting beside haru as she sat, carefully stringing them together. in front of her was a grave, though who it belonged to she couldn't say, the stone greatly worn away. many other weather-worn stone tablets were poked up through the grassy area; an old cemetery.
it had been eight years since her brother had been killed, and haru couldn't even visit his own grave. remaining out of public eye and removing herself from her old life meant that she could not afford a stop to see him, nor check up on her parents. instead, she had to make do with whatever place she could find to feel connected to him, often whatever cemetery was most removed from the beaten path. she was used to solitude during these moments, just herself, her thoughts, and the sounds of birds chirping in the distance. her automated cat ears swivel however at the sound of an approach.
she doesn't turn to see them at first, dark grey eyes focused on finishing the delicate crown in her hands. as she weaves and knots the final stems she releases a breath, reaching up from her spot in the dirt to hold out her creation to the man, turning her gaze up to him.
"for you — if you'd like it." a pause as her gaze falls back to the pile of plucked flowers beside her. "i can make another."
