“sure are.”
the blonde would hum in response, a dreamy sigh soon leaving her as her gaze remained glued to the woman beside her— she hadn’t even glanced at the flowers below.
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her hands raise and brush together to relinquish the soil clinging to her skin. with a shift of her physique, she’s now glancing to peer at the other woman beside her.
“ what do you think of them, Harls, beautiful aren’t they .ᐣ ”
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lovingly admiring her 𝐼𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑒𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑎 as they bloom late into the night, a pure beauty obscured by the shroud of darkness. if only more people cared to pay attention.
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