@luxfurem tinea put a flower in morfin gaunt’s hair [x]
”HMPH.” the small man grumbled when tinea tucked a torn daisy within the tangled bird’s nest that was his barnet.
it was the first time he had ventured outside the confines of his shack in a long time — tendrils of withered brown stems encircled his stout legs, and a blackbird chirped a bright, morning hymn in the distance. he considered the woman in front of him — she was like nothing he had ever seen before, with her grey, pearlescent skin and the blindfold which permanently veiled him from her view. he often wondered just what benefit she gained in sharing his company. she was an engima, he had never met a woman who spoke the sacred language of serpents before — with the exception of his . . . sister.
“yer aware a daisy means . . . bein’ pure ‘nd all that rubbish.”