hits like ecstasy ;;

daisy, twenty, wearing a flower crown.

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oct 1978 ;;

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joysofbertha:

Berta didn’t back off until she was sure Daisy wasn’t able to breath. With a few giggles of of her own, she laid down beside her, half on top of her. “I win, ha. What’s my prize?”

Daisy took a breather, trying to put her laughing under control. “What, win? There’s no prize for catching me by surprise! That has to be some kind of coward card,” she joked and placed her hands over her own stomach.

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cxrrxw-girl:

On her way home from work, Alecto was both tired and agitated. She weaved her way through the mass of wizards and witches all hurrying home to get to their loved ones, she tried her best to smile politely at the people who were worth it and snarl at those whom she could afford to. Just as she made her way through a large group, her eyes fixated on a girl who seemed to be carrying more than she could handle. Her eyes grew wide and she felt a sudden kinship with the housecat she had as a girl, the way it would look at the swinging mouse toy and plan its exact execution before striking. “Do you need any help?” she asked, making sure that her seemingly kind words were punctuated with a playfully sinister smile.

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Daisy was struggling, to say the least. It had undoubtedly been an awfully long day, and to top it off she had to do a little shopping after work for her apartment. She was exhausted after it all, and most likely ended up buying more than she needed too. This made for the sight of the small girl trying her best to carry everything down the street to her flat. A voice was heard over the pile of bags Daisy was carrying, and she peered over at the friendly smile. “Oh! That’s so very nice of you, I’m definitely struggling a little bit. I think I can do it--” she paused, adjusting the weight. “--oh, but it would be so rude to say no. Would you mind taking that one bag there for just a moment or so?” Daisy gestured to the bag closest to the stranger.

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oct 1978 ;;

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witbeyondlexie:

“Sure! Why not? You don’t look like a serial killer or anything like that.” Lexie chuckled. “I’m just joking. I believe I know you. You were a Ravenclaw, weren’t you? Like me! I’m Lexandra.” She tilted her head to the side. “Yes, that probably has to do with it. I imagine people growing up in colder regions will develop a stronger resistance. And I also believe that it has to do with how the blood runs through your body? But that’s way to scientific.”

Daisy giggled, “Well I hope not! It would be a shame, and a bit of a surprise to me.” She moved over on the blanket, making room for her new friend. “Yes! I was. Oh my gosh! Is that where you look familiar from? I can’t put my finger on it, so it’s gotta be that. Which year did you graduate?” Eyeing Lexie, Daisy tapped her chin slightly. The girl had to be close to her year, if not then Daisy was definitely seeing things. “Oh, definitely. The blood? I wouldn’t know much about that, to be honest, my father tried to get me into science when I was younger but I never quite caught on.”

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oct ‘78 | tilden’s flat

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tildenxtoots:

Tilden nudged Daisy back, matching her half-grin for all the idea of Daisy marrying some faceless future person made his heart do confusing and altogether unpleasant things. “If I’m not your maid of honour I’ll be crushed, Hookum.” 

“I can’t imagine them hating you. Maybe they just aren’t able to understand that you have other places you’re needed. If you ever need me to try to talk some sense into them I can stop by.” He picked up on the change in her tone, and shifted closer to Daisy on the couch as if the bumping of their shoulders would provide some degree of comfort.

Daisy laughed, and Tilden grinned. “They’re fantastic. The flowers and Alice and Frank both. Yeah, they’re still together, planning their wedding actually. Their happiness makes me happy too. So does eating their food.” Tilden’s tone shifted from joking to sincere, and he flashed Daisy a soft smile, aiming for reassuring. “I think that you aren’t the sort of person who’d let herself get away with doing less than she could to help people. Actually, I think you’re the sort of person who’d disregard her own needs to help as many people as possible. So I, for one, don’t doubt for a second that you’re doing your best to help anyone you can.”

Daisy laughed at his words, continuing to find herself receiving the unexpected with him. His shift and touch was just as unexpected, but it only made her heart warm even more. In response, Daisy leaned into his touch and turned her body to rest her head against him. “That would be absolutely delightful, Toots. You’re so wonderful with plants, how do you do it? When did you start? I mean, I know you started loving plants when we were little. But somehow before class even started you passed me up in all the plant knowledge!” She said this with a smile on her face, her words coming out in the least harmful way.

“Planning their wedding? You’re kidding! That must be so amazing!” Daisy looked up at him from her position of being leaned on him, still grinning ear to ear. “I have to offer my help to Frank, I’ve planned too many weddings for none of them to become real yet.” She shook her head slightly, giggling. Daisy’s eyes were still looking up at Tilden’s, which made what he said all the more worthwhile. His words made her instantly feel better, both about her patients and her job. “You’re too good to me, Tilden Toots. How on earth do you do it? Are you this nice to everyone in your life? Or, is it simply because you know me so well?”

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tildenxtoots:

“Your future wedding couldn’t be anything but perfect, Daisy, you’ve had so much practice.” His tone was teasing, but the sentiment behind his words was sincere. Tilden knew how much Daisy wanted a beautiful wedding, and he fully believed she would have one someday. After all, how could whoever was lucky enough to marry Daisy do anything but ensure that an event that clearly meant a great deal to her go off without a hitch?

Tilden waved off her response even as his heart decided to pick up a beat at Daisy’s smile. “Thanks, yeah, well, it’s probably because I just spend all my free time with my plants as opposed to anything else. And I’m fairly certain the plants are going easy on me, they’re all very well behaved for the most part.” The words tumbled out of his mouth quickly, a sure sign that her compliments had flustered him. 

“Well, right now I’ve got one who’s learned the word ‘no’, so singing is a bit of a stretch. But Frank has been training a group of semi-sentient flowers songs for years now, I’ll see if he can show them to you sometime. They’re lovely. Unlike the screechsnaps, their name isn’t misleading in the slightest. They’re more likely to try to fight you than sing for you, but it’s an interesting challenge anyway.” Tilden watched as Daisy twirled her hair around a finger, eyes returning to hers as she finished speaking, “I can’t imagine, but yeah, taxing sounds about right. Honestly, you said my garden was amazing, but I would be a terrible healer. It’s remarkable that you’re able to help so many people.” 

Daisy grinned, blushing more than was necessary at his words. It was practically unavoidable for her to not feel that way around Tilden-- he was just so sweet and wonderful and the way he smiled was new and shiny. The way his eyes glinted got her heart beating three times as fast as it should have. “You’ll stick around for it, right, Toots?” She nudged his shoulder, half-grinning.

“You think so? Half the time I’m sure my plants hate me for being gone so much! Especially lately,” the slightest of changes in her tone hinted to the exhausting nature of her job. “Whenever I do come home and spend time tending to them, they don’t always accept it.

Daisy clapped, laughter quickly filling the room. “That’s amazing though! I would love to see that, honestly. I miss Frank! How is he? Are he and Alice still together? They have to be, right? Those two are unbreakable, and I love it. I can’t wait to see them happy together in a decade or two. Their happiness makes me so happy.” Daisy’s mind twisted and turned, leading to different corners and crevices very quickly compared to others. She found herself getting off topic very quickly. “I hope so. I’m so worried I’m not helping as many people as I can be. There’s so many patients, and the stories they have are awful.”

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tildenxtoots:

“I think it took me a couple of weddings to really enjoy them, anyway, so the number of ceremonies is completely justifiable.” It wasn’t until Daisy’s cheeks turned red that Tilden realized that his face was betraying him, and his eyes widened momentarily as he bit back that fond smile. 

He shrugged, “Flowers should be seen by other people, enjoyed and appreciated and all of that. It’s unfair of me to keep them all for myself, you should take some.” Tilden’s smile took on a particular enthusiasm that came out for nothing more often than talking about his garden. “Well, the vegetables- you saw them, carrots and cabbage and things- were almost completely eaten by animals, I couldn’t really bring myself to try to stop them so I just let it happen and now that plot has some new flowers growing in again. Otherwise since you’ve last seen it some of the plants have grown a bit but it’s mostly the same.” 

“There used to be some in the greenhouses at Hogwarts- red flowers, semi-sentient, they’re the ones that scream if you mishandle them. The variation I’ve been trying to figure out would have a bit more of a vocal range, I want to see if I can get proper words out of them.” Tilden smiled, “She’d probably love to see you, next place I’ll drag her to will be showing up at your place unannounced. How’s work been?”

Daisy nodded to his words, agreeing completely. “I may have overdone it a tad bit-- but I can’t help it, one day I want to have the perfect wedding and in order to do so I need to mess up a little bit first.”

“Oh Tilden, that’s really very sweet of you.” She flashed a genuine smile, as her heart fluttered in her chest. “Yes, yes, of course.” Daisy spoke with a slight mumble, her words scattered throughout his explanation of the vegetables. “But that’s lovely! You keep such a beautiful garden Tilden, I honestly have no idea how you do it. I mean, with work and everything that’s happening-- it’s amazing.”

Running a hand through her hair, Daisy listened carefully to him. He always knew everything there was to know about plants-- she could come to him with a simple question and he would have eight different answers for her. She sometimes wished she could be like him. “That is so interesting! I love that, you could have them sing or something. Only if they would like too, of course-- but that would be absolutely adorable. And impressive.” Her hand reached the ends of her hair, as she chose to twirl it around her fingers absentmindedly. “It’s um, well, it’s a lot. I’m not quite sure how to put it. I love the work I’m doing, but it’s very taxing.”

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♬ (does this count for daisy too, if so, bertha pls!)

♬ -- our muses slow dance together

Daisy didn’t go out dancing very often. In fact, she actively tried to stay away from dancing. She had this grand idea of making eye contact with someone from across the bar and immediately falling in love with them through a dance, something so random and so romantic that she was scared it wouldn’t happen. However, she couldn’t stay away forever.

It was a Friday night, the club was in full swing with hot, sweaty bodies dancing in all the corners and crevices. Daisy was, somehow, in the corner with a drink in hand, watching couples dance for a few songs and slowly leave hand in hand. It was interesting to watch, to say the least, but it also made her heart hurt. 

She was just about to leave, setting her drink down and standing up to fix her dress, when she took one last look around the club. A small part of her half-expected to stay the guy of her dreams across the club, giving her a shy smile and all. Instead, Daisy saw one Bertha Jorkins. The girl was practically in the same situation as Daisy, eyes glazing over the crowd, which Daisy couldn’t fathom as Bertha was simply gorgeous.

In a heartbeat, they saw each other. A small smile was exchanged, and Daisy began to make her way through the crowd. The pair said nothing as they met in the middle, simply exchanging a tight hug and a bright grin. Silently, they agreed to dance together-- something about ‘forget those other assholes.’ 

In a matter of a song, half the crowd had dispersed and left Daisy and Bertha in a much quieter crowd. Upon seeing this, the DJ changed it up and put on something slow. At first, Bertha’s face fell and she shrugged sadly. Daisy, however, didn’t want to stop dancing. So, she took Bertha’s hands and put them around her own neck, then resting her hands on the girl’s hips. A proper slow dance arrangement, Daisy smiled. 

When looking at the pair, most would have been positive that they were a couple. They were dancing quite close to one another, foreheads pressed together, as song after song went by. They dancing quietly like this, not saying a word to each other, until an employee came and asked them to leave. Daisy and Bertha giggled, and made their way towards the exit. Just as they were to part ways, Bertha grabbed for Daisy’s hand and pulled her to walk with her. Daisy was blushing madly, as the pair walked home silently, hand in hand.

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tildenxtoots:

“And then we were so madly in love we decided to get married again, y’know, five hundred or so times.” Tilden watched as Daisy propped her head in her hand, his smile verging on sappily fond as he failed to catch it and reorder his expression into something more friend-like. 

He nodded along as she spoke about flowers, pulling up one of his legs with him on the couch and absently tucking it under him. “If you don’t have time for flower hunting but still want flowers that look different, you can always pick a few from my garden, I don’t mind. You’re right about flowers from the shops though, they’re beautiful, but they have no personality.”

“Hm, well, I’ve been playing around with a variation on the screechsnap flower, which has been a bit tricky. Oh, and obviously I’ve been dragging Hazel along to do things with me and generally being an embarrassing brother, but that’s nothing new.” He flashed her a grin, “And what of the life of Daisy Hookum?” 

“Precisely! What better way to declare our love than through dozens of ceremonies?” Daisy told him, still giggling all the while. Sometimes she didn’t quite catch on to the way he looked at her, but this particular time she noticed. Her stomach did flips and turns, as the butterflies got the better of her and she felt her cheeks turn red.

Stealing a glance in the direction of his garden, Daisy raised an eyebrow. “That’s so sweet of you, Tilden! Although, I would hate to bring any harm to your garden. It’s just so lovely, and much more extensive then my own as well. Has it grown very much since I’ve last seen it?” That last time being not more than half a month before, but Daisy knew Tilden couldn’t hold back when it came to plants.

“Ooh, what’s that?” Excitement and intrigue trickled into her voice, as Daisy adjusted herself an inch or two closer to listen. “Aw! I miss Hazel, it’s been far too long, honestly. Well, not too much for myself. I’ve just been working a lot, but other than that mostly keeping to myself and my flat.”

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AU, lost a limb during the first war

yo probs gonna make myself cry!

1) Daisy hadn’t meant to be in the war. It was entirely unintentional and accidental. In fact, she told herself to stay out of it for both her own sake and the sake of those close to her. However, that changed when they came for her parents. Although she wasn’t muggleborn, her father was-- and her mother was considered just as awful as he for marrying him. They were killed in a mass terror attack, leaving Daisy distracted and angry. She found her way into the Order shortly after.

2) For one to find themselves suddenly part of the war was jarring in of itself, but for one who truly hated conflict to be in the middle of it all was awful. It did things to Daisy that she could handle. Daisy vividly remembers the face of every person who attacked her, every person she attacked, and the three people she killed-- accidentally, of course. The war had an unforeseeable toll on her thus far, and it continued to do so for the rest of her life. Until, it took more from her.

3) Daisy was rarely on the front lines, she rarely was in the truly awful firefights. She often remained as a healer, staying in the back and being there solely to protect those she was taking care of. There was one battle which she witnessed so many of her friends and foes fall, and Daisy suddenly found herself in the front, in the thick of it all. She was so focused, crying out spells and fighting the screams of her muscles trying to give out on her. It wasn’t enough. There was a crash, the sound of something crumbling, and Daisy was falling.

4) When she woke, Daisy was told she was missing under the rumble of a collapsed building for at least a day before anyone was able to find her. They told her it was going to be alright, and they told her not to worry, but they were wrong. Daisy had lost her wand wielding arm during the battle, and was asked to sit out for a while. At first, she couldn’t believe they had the guts to tell her to go take a time out from the war as if she were some little kid, as if losing her arm would have any effect on her skills whatsoever. Eventually, this dissolved into an awful storm of depression. She, for the first time in her life, could not find a bright side to this. Daisy felt useless and terribly alone as the death of her parents finally began to settle int.

5) Daisy never went back to continue fighting, although she was honored later for her efforts and losses. It took two years for her to finally overcome the feelings she had towards losing her arm, two years in which she watched so many of her friends either die or leave her. In times of war, they had no space for her negativity. When she came around, it was slow. She started using her wand again, this time with her other arm, and very slowly relearned spells and movements that used to be so familiar. Tilden brought her a plant every month, hoping to replace all the dead ones now sitting in her home. Within five years of losing her arm, Daisy had no more regrets. She returned to her optimistic self, became far more comfortable with her new wand wielding hand, began rebuilding her friendships and relationships, and even started down the path to starting a family. In her later years, people would ask why she simply didn’t have it regrown or using the newer magic that they discovered within the decade following the war-- Daisy would simply shake her head. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

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tildenxtoots:

Tilden let out a thoughtful hum, smiling at the thought of all the times Daisy had orchestrated weddings to be held in various spots throughout their neighborhood. “I think so, yeah. It’s a good thing too, it’d have been odd if we’d gone into our second wedding not friends yet. The first was understandable, I mean, how else are friends supposed to meet if not at their wedding?” Tilden barely remembered those first weddings, he’d been so young, but he had pictures of them tucked into books and haphazardly stuck to his walls. 

Daisy’s laugh was infectious, and when she stuck out her tongue in return, Tilden dissolved into laughter too. 

“Hm, good point. I’ll keep thinking about it.” Tilden grin returned as Daisy’s tone took a turn towards the dramatic, and he let himself be dragged along in her enthusiasm. “That sounds perfect. Strawberries, mid-day stargazing, and obviously since we’re going to a park we’ll have to hunt for the best flowers as well.”

“Of course. The first was arranged, obviously, meaning the second wedding was a love marriage.” She told him with a smile and leaned her head against her hand on the couch. The mere idea of having anything other than a love marriage was enough to drive Daisy crazy. She was such a hopeless romantic, it was one of the few things that truly fueled her. 

At the mention of flowers, Daisy nearly jumped straight out of her seat. “Yes! I never have time for flower hunting these days, it makes me so sad. All I ever get to do is going down to the shops on my way home, and even then those flowers are all grown to look the exact same. It’s heartbreaking, honestly, no diversity in the flowers.” She shook her head, knowing full well her flat was still full of those identical flowers.

“So, tell me, what has been going on in the life of Tilden Toots as of late?”

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Send me 💎 and I will give you an AU for our muses

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oct ‘78 | tilden’s flat

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tildenxtoots:

“We’re friends? When did that happen?” Tilden’s smile shifted towards sheepish despite his best efforts- he shouldn’t be embarrassed, he had to clean up anyway, it was pretty much coincidental that Daisy was also coming over. He shrugged, “I know. It’s nice to have a couch that isn’t covered in things though, so really I would’ve ended up putting things away regardless.” It was then that he became aware of the fact that Daisy was staring at him, and even worse, he was staring back. His first instinct- because apparently he had in fact reverted to a third year- was to stick out his tongue.

“That’s a good idea. Though generally we don’t get small children coming in to buy lacewing moths in their spare time, it’s usually distracted parents with curious kids. Maybe the rule as well as some research into child-proofing charms, there must be ones that, y’know, stop kids from injuring themselves with things.” Tilden’s smile broadened at Daisy’s enthusiasm- even as his stomach swooped at the prospect of a date- and he poked her in the arm as her shoulders slumped. “That’s what blankets and heating charms are for. We’ll be alright, and now I’m attached to the idea so there’s no going back, really.”

Daisy’s eyes lit up as she tried her best to hold back a giggle. “Likely somewhere between our first and second wedding, does that sound right?” She lost count of how many times she had set up some ‘elaborate’ wedding for the two of them, always forcing him to be her groom. “That’s true, that’s fair,” she gave a small nod, as if she were some kind of judge to the state of his apartment. A few moments passed, and Daisy began to realize how much she was staring at him-- she really needed to stop doing that. Admiring people often turned into creepy stares on a daily basis. However, she couldn’t suppress the laughter when he stuck his tongue out at her. Within a moment, she returned with the same face, still laughing all the while.

“I imagine there has to be. Although, I’m sure the precautions that muggles use would work just as well since children can’t use their magic yet anyway. Well-- maybe that’s wrong, ‘cause they sometimes use their magic without meaning too...” She drifted off, clearly thinking about this quite a bit. It didn’t take much for Daisy to find interest in a topic, and it made for great conversation. But she thought any conversation with one of her best friends was good conversation. “You’re attached to it? Obviously we can’t skip it then, we have to go through with it!” Daisy’s eyes widened slightly as a dramatic tone dripped into her voice. Somehow, Tilden brought that side out of her. “It will be splendid. We can eat strawberries and pretend to look at the stars.”

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tildenxtoots:

Once they were slumped on the couch, sprawled lazily where they’d collapsed onto it, Tilden was an odd mixture of incredibly comfortable- they’d been friends for so long this was hardly something new- and hyperaware of everything, because his heart seemed to have a vendetta against him or something similar. “Oh, well, if we’re admitting to things, there was a pile of clothing and a potted plant on this couch maybe five minutes ago. They’re on the floor of my closet now.” Tilden’s smile quirked wider in his amusement. 

Daisy leaning against him was also nothing new, but Tilden was grateful for her question as a distraction regardless. “The kid wasn’t even surprised, I actually think she might’ve tipped over the jar purposefully, but I only saw it out of the corner of my eye and a large glass jar falling towards a very small fragile child is a terrifying experience. I don’t think I’ll be able to look at small children in the apothecary the same way again.” He was only half-way joking. At Daisy’s exclamation he nodded mock-solemnly, “Of course. I’d love to be taken to the park.” 

Daisy looked around the flat as he spoke. “You know you don’t have to straighten up for me, right? I’m not sure if you know this, but we’re friends-- that means I don’t mind sitting in a dirty house. If anything, I’d offer to help you clean it properly.” She told him, her eyes drifting back towards his. Goodness, his eyes were so pretty they were worth drowning in. A part of her knew she was staring, likely longer than most friends did, but she couldn’t help it. Tilden had gone from an adorable best friend into a handsome young man practically overnight. It startled her way too often at this point.

It was never a question as to whether she could lean on Tilden in the first place, she always just sort of did it. She only hoped he wasn’t uncomfortable. “I feel like small children in an apothecary just seems like a bad idea in general. Ooh! You could always make it some kind of rule.” For emphasis, she threw up air quotes, “Small children must be accompanied by watchful adult, or something like that.” Daisy figured he had the power to do that, all his plant knowledge had to have helped him move up the food chain at his job. “Perfect! It’s a date. Or a picnic. We can make it a park picnic, wouldn’t that be fun? A lovely Tuesday afternoon, it might be a bit cold though.” The mere idea of weather ruining her lovely park picnic idea made her shoulders slump.

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tildenxtoots:

“I’ll be sure to never wash that specific corner then- wouldn’t want to make it so you could never visit the apothecary while I’m around.” Tilden’s tone was completely serious but utterly undermined by the smile that seemed impossible to avoid in Daisy’s presence. And then she was batting her eyelashes and tilting her head and it was a joke, he knew that, but he was also left desperately hoping his startled laugh hadn’t come across as panicked. “Well, obviously. It’s really incredibly unfair to everyone else that you just wake up looking like that.” 

Daisy reached for his arm and Tilden absently looped it into his own through force of habit, starting to walk in towards his couch as they talked. “The child seemed pretty unconcerned. I may be scarred for life though.” He nodded along as she spoke, smile softening, “That does sound wonderful. It’s been far too long since I’ve found time to go to a park.” 

“Aw, you’re too sweet Tilden.” She nudged him with her shoulder and followed him off to the couch. Given their level of friendship, Daisy didn’t mind just collapsing right onto his couch-- and consequently pulling him down with her due to their linked arms. “I apologize Tilden, I lied. Sadly, I spent a good half hour on this,” she gestured to her appearance, still smiling. “This does not come as naturally as I would like it to be. And with that, I did this purely because it’s my day off-- it only seemed fair to put in a little extra effort if I’m not working.”

It was almost instinct for Daisy to follow this contact with leaning, her shoulder pushing against his ever so slightly. It was a sure sign of her affectionate side, one where constant contact made her feel ten times better in any interaction. “May I ask why you might be scarred?” Daisy raised her eyebrows with the question. “Tilden! I must take you to a park then, I cannot let you go without a park for far too long.”

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oct 1978 ;;

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witbeyondlexie:

“Huh?” Lexie hadn’t even noticed the girl lying on the grass. It was a good thing Daisy had spoken up or otherwise she might have run over her. “Oh! Yes, the sky. It’s lovely. A little chilly for my taste but honestly, it’s always a little chilly for me. I happen to suffer the cold a lot more than the rest of the people. It’s curious, isn’t it? How some people feel warm or cold more and others are better at handling it?” She finally looked down at the other witch and smiled. “I’m sorry, I’m interrupting you am I not?”

Daisy grinned and took a moment to really look at Lexie. It was the cutest thing when people rambled, because she knew she did it too and it was so refreshing to see someone else in her shoes. “No! Not at all! I prompted you to speak, you are more than welcome. Would you like to sit with me?” She propped herself up on her elbows, still leaning back pretty far. “It is! I’ve always wondered if it’s relative to where you were born or where you grew up, and obviously where you are now. Like, does it effect our tolerance for weather?”

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tildenxtoots:

It’d only been a couple of seconds and Tilden was already certain his grin was bordering on stupidly wide as his eyes followed her finger towards his chest, snorting a quiet laugh as he was reminded of the apron. “Merlin.” He fumbled with the tie and started to pull it off, flicking Daisy a grin as he did so, “You’re very nice to say I look lovely in this. I think that stain-” he nodded towards a stain on the edge, “is horned slug juice, so it’s really the most charming piece of clothing I own.” He balanced the apron on the doorknob, shutting it behind her. “You, meanwhile, actually look lovely. I can’t imagine how you’re pulling it off without slug juice.” 

“Work was alright. Only one large glass jar was shattered terrifyingly close to a small child today, so really it was fairly uneventful. How was not working?” 

Daisy watched him remove the apron with a shy smile, knowing quite well she looked awfully silly. “Of course, the horned slug juice really brings it all together. If it weren’t for that, I would have to ask you to never wear that apron in my presence again.” For someone who wasn’t sarcastic, or even near so, Daisy had a different kind of humor around Tilden. She was much more willing to poke fun at him than with other people, because she knew he would stick around as he always had. “Oh, do I?” She asked, mockingly batting her eyelashes at him and tilting her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I woke up like this, honestly.” 

“That sounds horrible! I hope that poor child isn’t scarred for life.” Letting out a content sigh, Daisy reached her his arm as she spoke. “It was wonderful! I tended to all my plants and I went to the part, a truly perfect morning if you ask me.”

[theflowxrqueen-blog]

oct 1978 ;;

[theflowxrqueen-blog]

joysofbertha:

Bertha laughs as her friend played along and she got to her knees beside her. “Shh, I’m till sneaking around. You’ll give me away.” Despite her shushing, she continued on to answer the question. “Now! But what about tomorrow? Or yesterday. Or the next three months, ew, let’s enjoy now. Speaking of, keep your eyes closed, I’m scaring you still.” With a playful smile, she dove in to tickle Daisy. 

Daisy giggled, about to respond with some surprised reaction and something about how the weather was always lovely or she just had to see the bright side of there being no sunny days. Of course, she was interrupted by the presence of Bertha at her side, fingers already digging into her own stomach. “Bertha!” She screeched, curling up at the touch of her friend’s hands and laughing quite loudly. She let out a small shriek, unable to control her noises.