#dryad!levi

[misayawriting]

Together, they would live forever.

Petrichor: Bluebells, now finished!

[misayawriting]

“We’re supposed to rage against the dying of the light, and not go quietly into the night.”

Petrichor: Black Mulberry Tree

[misayawriting]

“You’d have me,” Levi protested, softly, but it was a weak excuse, one he knew that Erwin had already thought over and discarded as worthy enough. “You’ll always have me.”

Petrichor: Crowsbill

[misayawriting]

Erwin and Marie vowed to love each other for all of these things, and to stay by each other’s side through all matters of trial and tribulation, but Levi couldn’t help but notice that when it came time to say “I do,” Erwin glanced up to where Levi was sitting, an unwilling spectator to the farce.

Petrichor: Stephanotis

[misayawriting]

Levi cut him off. “I know that you still love me,” he finished for Erwin, and Erwin snapped his mouth closed, looking pained and regretful in a way that left Levi breathless, struggling for air long after Erwin had disappeared back inside, the sliding door shutting with a soft click.

Petrichor: evening primrose

[misayawriting]

But promises are only precious for the fact that they can be broken, that they are fleeting beyond measure.

Petrichor: Cypress

[misayawriting]

Levi had retreated from them, turned a deaf ear to their sibilant whisperings about how odd he was, and slowly, bit by bit, had started to lose the language of the flowers.

Petrichor: Milkvetch

[misayawriting]

But, with the million worlds, Erwin had also given him a million conflicting thoughts and emotions that he now had the ability to put name to. Selfishness. Gratitude. Anger. Love.

Petrichor: Libernum