nonverbal starters // @varentine
☀️ — WILDFLOWERS BLOOM BEAUTIFULLY in the spring, their petals a variety of colors and shapes. Byleth was far more familiar with them then some of the plants in the greenhouse, which were cultivated in an environment where they could thrive even if far from their native lands. It was always better to see them outdoors, though - nothing compared to seeing nature at work, the world’s roots HARMONIZING to create beauty.
He’s sitting in the grass of the officer’s academy, his day off spent in sunlight, organizing a lesson plan for the next week. He’d gotten far better at PREPARING himself, now that he’s far more familiar with the students and what they seek to learn. He often had to do some studying himself in order to properly teach his students.
So focused on what he was reading, he didn’t even notice Hilda approach, only looking up when he feels the stiff stem of a flower slip between dark blue hair. He blinks, reaching up lightly touching long petals, the corner of his eye catching shades of PINK - naturally.
His smile is small but certainly noticeable, “I don’t think I can pull this color off as well as you.”
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair