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dandelion hearted

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    It was impolite to glance and she should know better. Had Milae even witnessed someone giving her a stare, or even a longer than usual glance, she would’ve felt her nerves spike. She would’ve dashed off without further hesitation than to avoid herself in reveling on some mismanaged anger. However, the moment a short-haired stranger had passed by, practically skeptical of the crowd around her at the festival, Milae doubted how rigidly she followed her code. 

    As her index finger curled around the stem of a recently plucked flower from a stand, vein-like roots were already growing up her arm. Already, just from the gaze, puffs of dandelions were sprouting out from the extending roots. However, for how much was coming out from the newly acquired plant, that much didn’t hit her in realization.

      Fresh on her cheeks was a warm blush as she was gentle in touching her own hair, noticing how short the stranger’s was! Even the shade of her hair was something rather lovely (compared to her own dark lavender shade)! 

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It’s disgusting how many siblings Silas has. There are more than he is certain Elric would expect him to know of, and the old man himself could care to keep track of, as more and more somehow keep cropping up (and by somehow, we all know exactly how these mutant children continue to crop up). 

Silas could easily forget their names and faces and no one could be too offended by it, if it were not for the fact that Silas is entirely unreasonable about these things and remembers everything. Everything. 

Call it brotherly affection, except that’s not what it is. 

Silas would prefer to forget the details of his father’s escapades; to look the other way from his awful family planning and wash his hands of this whole ordeal, but Silas just has to have his own plans. 

One such sibling in particular catches his attention for the time being. Silas could not care less about her, or any one of his siblings, for that matter, yet he makes good on his unreasonable methods. 

“Luna. Hello. We have not spoken in some time. Winter has been awfully quiet, hasn’t it? How have you been?” Silas inwardly cringes at his own engagements in small talk, yet his expression remains neutral and almost pleasant.