Jun 18, 2020
she teeters on her feet, laughing. ❝ maman warned me about boys like you, monsieur! ❞ even still, she cannot bring herself to deny his gift — so many lovely flowers, all wrapped in ribbon and parchment! her face warms, and meg smiles.
she reaches; perhaps across time, perhaps across locales, for their fingers to brush ever-so gently. she takes the bouquet with great reverence, wayward curl tickling against her cheek. ❝ merci beaucoup, halan. ❞
@noblefleur.