#furoth

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🍼 Silica and Furoth, for giggles

name: Helkvak Esnire

likes / dislikes: biology, textiles, romance novels, strangers, ‘research’(stalking)/rejection, vigilant people, loose threads, slow texters

first word: ‘Luv!’

which parent they look more like: I think sil

which parent they like more: probably sil since she would understand more her obsessive nature

height once fully grown: 5′8″

job ambition: Biologist

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“Laire, you really need to stop sharing personal details.”

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......Please tell me it didn’t take hours to get myself dressed up just to be dealing with people dressed.... Like this......

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reblog and let the bitch judge your kids (1-2)

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Music and Flowers

Oh jeez. Calm down. It’s just flowers. It’s not like I’m going to confess to them yet. I have time.

As you step into the flower shop you look around; there’s not a troll in sight and oh boy that makes you even more nervous.

After a few moments of nervous looking around you hear a noise from the back of the shop and turn to see a troll covered in dirt half stumbling out of what you assume is the back room. Very obviously a purple blood like you she dusts the dirt from her skirt and sighs.

“Oh hello. Welcome to Forget Me Not, anything in particular I can help you express of find...?”

Your mouth twitches for a moment as you almost say something; though you cover that with a cough easily. As you begin to speak you note with an internal curse that your voice trembles slightly.

“Uh.... Yeah. I. Want to tell someone I wanna be their mate and I’m. Not good with words for things like this.”

You watch the troll chuckle slightly, the muscles in your chest tightening defensively as you feel a blush cover your cheeks.

“What blood color is the lucky troll?”

Watching her move over to a rack of flowers causes you to follow and watch.

“Cerulean,” you half mumble as she picks up flowers; blue and purple ones, but white for the most part. You’re kind of confused, aren’t lovey things supposed to be like. Red and stuff?

“Blue violet, white carnations, forget-me-not, purple primrose and thorn less moss rosebud; I'll always be true, pure love, memories, true love, I cant live without you, love at first sight and confessions of love. Sound about what you’re looking for?”

Your jaw nearly hits the floor, how the hell can just those flowers mean all that...? Well... I mean they might not but you don’t know any better.

“Uh. Y-yeah sounds great. Thanks.”

You two chat a little while you pay for the flowers, holding the bouquet close to your chest even as you talk.

After a while you have to leave, after all you don’t want these to wilt.

But in order to make sure these don’t wilt I’m going to have to tell them how I feel won’t I.... Jeez what am I doing to myself.

You rush hive as soon as you can, putting the flowers in water like the shop owner had told you. Now onto the actual part you can do on your own.

You make your way to your work shop and pick up the wood you picked up for this, a nice grained piece of cherry. You’ve only tried to work with this wood a few times in order to be ready for this. It just. It has to be perfect.

After hours of working on this music box you finally finish. You can finish this later. Much later. You’re too tired to do anything else but sleep.

Tomorrow is another night. And I still have to pick a song--- Yesh....

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But finally treason will seize us And only fools follow golden rules We all are caught in the middle Of one long treacherous riddle Of who trusts who, maybe I’ll trust you But can you trust me? Wait and see!

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Then there's the Heathers. They float above it all. Heather McNamara. Head cheerleader. Her dad's loaded - he sells engagement rings. Heather Duke. Runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants. And Heather Chandler. The Almighty. She is a mythic bitch. They are solid Teflon - never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.

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let bitey child judge your kid. shes still drunk so this should be good.