you aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. you are a tidal wave. you’re a stampede. you are overwhelming. there is no one i want more ; there is nothing i want more than to be overwhelmed by you.
with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, i will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all i have, because i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.
He merely looked on, mystified by the strange, moonlit creature. Was it frightened? Angry?
"I'm not going to hurt you."
Voice low and unsuspecting, Jinshi remains in place.
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⠀If it seemed a threat to him, yes without hesitation
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⠀His red eyes continued staring at him, keeping his distance away from him as he was in his defensive position
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⠀❝Umbree. .❞
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Releasing a breath, the prince is surprised to see it manifest in a cloud before him. Was it that cold already?
Leaves swirl in the breeze, a larger one coming to dance right past him. He follows it with his gaze.
Maomao was right:
Fall is approaching.