#springwalked

[aintkilledmeyet]

quietly and discreetly places a flower crown on her head (made entirely of her favorite flowers, of course)

          “Now, aren’t you just the sweetest thing? How’s it suit me, hmm?” the immortal asked with a bat of her eyelashes.

[aintkilledmeyet]

wraps arms around her, bundles her in his robes. don't ask nina, he needs a hug or seven.

          In which she does not ask, instead pressing a kiss to his cheek before nestling deep within the warm safety of his robes. Whatever troubles him, he can speak of it when his heart doesn’t feel quite so heavy. Until then, all she can do is stay close and help him hold it.