#cradlearosethorn

[ne-tetigeritis]

cradle-a-rosethorn

                     ✮·.·´¯`·.·✮ He had such a luck. Although the young man ate anyway far too many sweet food yet he rejoiced again when he got some new one. In his hands he held a pack crammed with colorful and sweet cupcakes he had bought a few minutes ago. Of course he did not had the urge to eat them all at once yet he already appeared happy like he never was before. Even small sweet foods such as cupcakes could make him happy.

                             In a normal pace, his eyes closed, the boy strutted through the town, the cupcakes in his hands tightly pressed against his chest. Toyo seemed so distracted that he did not even notice how he walked straight almost into another person. Luckily, he had his eyes open when he could hear steps which he hastily stepped back a few steps. He wanted to prevent to hurt or touch the other person. Although he had managed it but he dropped his pack of cupcakes right after it. Full of shock, he turned his widened eyes to the ground. Everywhere lay his cupcakes scattered in the dirt. He was glad he had not hurt the strange girl, but he mourned for his cupcakes. Such a poor sight.

[spideralois]

eight enter the web;

o n e h e l l o f a b x t l e r

c r a d l e - a - r o s e t h o r n

f e a r - l e s s - t h e - h y b r i d

f r e x k l e s

h e a v e n i s n t r e a d y l e t s r a i s e h e l l

t h x t k n i g h t

t h i s - w a s - m y - s t a r t i n g - p o i n t

a n t i h o r n y

♔ ⊰— 

             "What's all this? Honestly..."

[memory-painted-rose]

cradle-a-rosethorn & wanderingbloodrose started dreaming

Another normal summer day. Nothing but a hot breeze and a sun glaring down at him. Why hasn't he changed the weather? It didn't effect him in any way, but if it were, who knows how annoyed he would be? Okay, maybe he felt it a little. It would be no fun if he were to just be immune to the seasons. He didn't like it, this season. Summer always made him feel uneasy. No, not uneasy, but just .. Okay, he didn't like it. He won't say anything more than that. It required effort. Besides, who would he say it to? There's not a single other person around. It's just him, the bench he's sitting on, and all the creations he's made around him. It looks normal. Houses, plants, breeze, fences, and whatever else he could think of. Otherwise, there was no other life. Not a bug, not a person, nothing but him.

Maybe he jinxed that. Take a look in front of him and there's a dreamer. Another one has wandered into his world, huh? He sighed, reciting a few words. It's just another hot day. Nothing's out of place. Even if he hated it, he's gotten quite used to dreamers appearing into his world. Again, like any other dreamer he's encountered, he called out. "Hey, you there," Just another dream. Soon enough this person would leave. Then once again, he would forget this person ever existed. "Who're you?" But he would never forget how he was never able to communicate with someone. Oh, the ups and downs. Trying to worry about it too much, trying not to worry about it too much. What good would these thoughts do later on? No good.