@ffreakers said : he's spinning the stem of a rather pretty pink
and purple flower between two fingers. of course he's not viciously harming
the poor thing. " this is the... crocus, right? no, wait. poppy. it's a
poppy. " he's /almost/ certain. or almost /almost/ certain.
❛ actually, you uh you had it right the first time, deek. look ❜ sarah gently pulls his hands into hers, scooting closer to him in the tall grass. she ghosts her index finger over one of its petals, her other palm rest against his wrist. ❛ they have similar colors, but poppies have, like . . . wider petals, y’know ? and they don’t have the stamens, those antenna in the middle oh ! there’s actually another plant the colchicum, that looks a lot like this, but it has six of those stamens. if you see it, leave it alone because it’s it’s uh, it’s toxic. but this one only has three, so you know it’s fine. usually you would give this to someone if . . . ❜ you’re glad to have met them.
suddenly, she’s stopped thinking about the crocus and more about him : his hands gently holding the flower. how his eyes soften as he smiles. he’s sitting here in a field of flowers on the side of a highway all because she’d said they were pretty and there’s a feeling in her chest that leaves her heart beating a little faster than she’d like and even though she’s been ignoring it for months, it’s starting to feel harder and harder to deny and she’s not sure if
his worried voice snaps her out of her thoughts and she waves him off. ❛ oh, sorry i just, um . . . i can’t remember . . . ❜
