Flower Child AU | Closed
Every day, from exactly ten am to seven pm, the little crook at the foot of the cherry blossom tree in front of his house would become occupied. A quiet blond would be hunched over, bits of branches and petals scattered across his lap as he weaves the stems of various flowers together, song lyrics slipping out from under his breath and a soft smile plastered on his face.
Maddox had lived there for about a month now, but he was still considered the "new kid". Probably because of the fact he'd failed to even say hello to anybody without being pointed at and laughing. He didn't have a name to the neighborhood, just "that little faggot with flowers in his hair". But despite the slurs, he hadn't stopped his ways. And today's crown was bright pink roses, contrasting against the dirty blond of his hair and slightly tanned skin of his bare chest.
Sitting cross-legged with his back against the bark of the tree, today was no different than any other day, with his usual smirk on his lips and a new crown being formed in silence, save for the soft humming.
