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curious eyes followed , vividly aware of how lorelai moreau played daintly with the smallish petals of an off-white flower . she’d arrived with it in her hands and even if it didn’t stand out on its own ( because she held it as if a secret ), once she reached for jace’s ear , index finger pulling back strings of dark brown hair, lorelai placed the fairly long stem between the back’s ridges so what showed was the spring touched blossom of a leafless white cherry. by then, the professor could only have leaned in to easy the gesture she saw coming and so she did, prickled smile showing off her appreciation. there were times she knew a sentiment or two could speak of itself in forms of expressions. ❛ this to make up for your over-priced coffee ? ❜ she joked, an airy voice allowing her to do such a thing, readjusting herself in order to see her reflection on the storefront window with her own hands still buried in her wool-tweed trousers’ slanted front pockets.
[ ✿ ] flower prompt
