💓 (he’s just going to rest on him)
send a 💓 to feel my muse's heartbeat
Sitting on a bench deep within the gardens, Ansem stares at the flowers before him deep in though, before feeling a weight on his body. “Hm?” Perking up, the blond straightens up a bit before looking to see Braig resting against him. “Braig?...Are you alright?”











