Blue Flax, White Camellia.
Send my muse some flowers and they’ll react to their meaning
Blue Flax — “You are very kind.”White Camellia — “You’re adorable.”
The immediate impulse is to scream and gnash his teeth and RUIN this impression of him that Sarah has.. of something kind, and cute.. HE’S NEITHER. HE REALLY IS NEITHER.
He’s fooling them into believing he’s something soft, but there are claws under the wool, he’s told them enough times, hasn’t he??
The thoughts race through his head, but externally, he just looks distant and mildly shocked- he has to compose himself, uttering a breathy “Oh” while reaching, shaky, for the few flowers offered.. Another glance up, still, unsure of what to DO.
“Ah-e-excuse me.” And he’s already turned on his heals, moving hastily towards the exit.
As soon as he’s through and mostly out of sight, he’s gnashing his teeth, eyes wide, biting and yanking in distress at the sleeve of his free hand.
Fuck, he’s made a mistake. He’s even made Sarah trust him too much. Hasn’t he?