viscaria & white camellia.
Viscaria — “Will you dance with me?”White Camellia — “You’re adorable.”
A flustered red grows in his cheeks and he looks away as he accepts their gift, mouth opening and closing as he searches for words.. There’s a nervous quickening in his heart at both sentiments. He’s not. adorable. He’s not, he’s NOT. Only to them. Only to them could he be.
They’ve taken the form he’s less familiar with- the larger..taller.. And those eyes bear into him with an intensity that digs through his flesh, through every single part of him. They.. expect this of him, and he has no place to refuse them. With them he knows better than that. The cold that pierces his heart every time they speak reminds him over and over again of what they are, and he’s SEEN what they do when irate..
He knows better, No, he’ll listen. He’ll set those lovely flowers aside carefully.. move closer, eyes averted at every step. He’ll slouch and clutch one trembling hand to their shoulder, and the next to their own hand, and he’ll fall into pace, a formal dance so embedded in him that he’d remember it after he’s forgotten his own name.
After a minute the familiarity of it would numb his worry.
After a few minutes he’d even find himself leaning into them as if this was something almost.. normal.
