Apr 13, 2020
“oh, come on, now. haven’t ye ever ‘eard?” the proffered daisy remains held out for the other to take, and his stubborn smile still sits steady on his face. maybe it wasn’t his color, maybe not, but it wouldn’t stop one persistent boy from trying. so with a swish of his tail and a wiggle of his ears, he rolls back and forth from the tips of his toes to the backs of his heels, lifting the flower to eye level once more.
“flowers are like the world’s way o’ smilin’ at ye. so take it.” two-toned crown cants pleadingly to the side, with just the right bat of his eyes, “it ain’t like i’m chargin’ ye fer it.”
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#deadafterimage#🏶: milk and honeyed smiles ( ic. )#🏶: across the rift we bud & bloom ( vraelgard. )#[ i know nothing of ghost trick yet have simultaneously heard lots from friends therefore#please feel free mr. schrodinger's bastard to 100% absolutely terrorize flower boy bc he's too chaotic stupid to notice ]
