#flamesandcrystal

[fcrlcve]

❛ Well, it's the moonlight. ❜ - @flamesandcrystal

❝You're blaming the moonlight, then?❞

Genuinely curious although a bit pointed as he asks. Of all the excuses to hear, he never thought he'd hear someone blame the moon of all things. Well, maybe from Trevor it'd make more sense.. but from Sypha?

@flamesandcrystal. 𝘪𝘸𝘵𝘷 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴

[bcllmcnt]

@flamesandcrystal​ x

     Okay, she caught him there. His lips pull into a smile, a quiet chuckle filling the air around them. “ No i’m, I’m serious. ” Blue hues look from the dirt road in front of them, down to her. His gaze locking onto hers with absolute meaning. 

     “ I know I’m an asshole, but. I’m not joking about anything this time. I’ve never been in love before. The feeling seems so foreign i’m shocked I could even recognize the bloody thing. ” He snorts, this time. His gaze returning to the road. “ I don’t know, I just. Get this feeling with you. It’s warm on the inside. Suffocating even, but instead of fighting it it just makes you want more of it. I.. Like it. You make me happy. ”

[holyguardian]

@flamesandcrystal​ continued from here:

It wasn’t often that Aerith found people sheltering within the church considering  how distant it was from the residential hub so the young woman gazing over her flowers became an immediate curiousity. She knew most everyone around Sector 5 and felt confident she would remember someone who wore such lovely robes, though perhaps the biggest clue she wasn’t from around here was how reverent she was in her admiration for flowers. If they were a local, something like flowers was a bit same-old seen-those-around-before given how often she carted blooms around.

If someone respected Aerith’s gardens, that someone was deserving of her kindness. That coupled with the warmth of pride blossoming in her chest was enough incentive for a small gift. She gathered her most vibrant of flowers into a cheerful little bouquet and cleared her throat. “I think I have something better to offer.” she said out loud as she closed the last of the distance between them, offering the impulsive bouquet with a wider smile. It felt good in knowing that her efforts could still bring some small joy to the world. “Mm! I’ve been caring for the garden here for so long.” she motioned skyward. “Sunlight in the slums is rare, I sometimes wonder if people top-plate keep gardens...” She seemed to consider before offering a small wave. “Hello! I’m Aerith, local gardener girl.”