黒澤, Blossom.

A Paracosm of Flame-Mane: Her fingers trace a rose’s spine and whispers weave through jasmine vine. Softly rooted, forever his.

[黒澤, Blossom. @NETHERSNARE]

Because this time, she wasn’t just leaving something behind.

She was staying.

[黒澤, Blossom. @NETHERSNARE]

THE FLOWERS SHE STAYED FOR.

[黒澤, Blossom. @NETHERSNARE]

From that day, she never left his side.

Not for long. Day after day, she changed bandages, fed him what little he could take, whispered stories into the silence of the room. Her flowers no longer went to the doorstep—they bloomed in a vase by @tornagdo bed, fresh every morning.

[𝑺͟𝑬͟𝑻͟𝒀͟𝑨𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑨. @AbdiKalidah]

ꦥꦿꦩꦸꦢ꧀ꦗꦶꦮ꧈ꦱꦺꦠꦾꦧꦿꦠ

AKU 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀,
yen garis tangan kawula ilang,
kawula idhinké getih panjenengan kang ngisi.

[黒澤, Blossom. @NETHERSNARE]

@DreykenK WKWKWKWKWK, payah ah

[黒澤, Blossom. @NETHERSNARE]

Nii chan, @DreykenK

[黒澤, Blossom. @NETHERSNARE]

I'm so s t r e z s

[黒澤, Blossom. @NETHERSNARE]

I should buy some chamomile tea

[micaela @miawcaela]

Its insane how insane i can be ヾ(★▽★)