A groan of pain and frustration slid off his tongue as he sat weakly on the ground. Luckily, there was an alley where he could hide perfectly without anyone knowing or hearing the whimpers and groans he would make from time to time due to his lethal injuries. +
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( gaze back to the flower in hand, studying it. eyes lift, slow and curious to the red head )
an adonis flower ? how curious.. surely you hadn' t plucked this crimson thing in anticipation of *me.
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just the usual, i suppose.. nothing of note.
( nothing of note, of course—— if one were to overlook the iron bars framing her world. but such details are best left unspoken 🥰 )
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indeed, it seems fate has once more led my footsteps to this place, miss crimson. tell me—— how have your petals fared beneath the sun and storm .ᐣ
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( reaching for the offered adonis bloom, lifting it delicately to her lips before letting its scent unfurl like a whispered secret across her senses, eyes soft with reverence. )
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( moving close behind, their steps as hushed as falling blossoms, each one placed with the grace of caution, attuned to danger veiled in the quiet bloom of stillness )
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( the bow is returned, a faintest trace of a smile on her face. she begins walking, slowing her pace, enough to be caught up with. )
it's one of the ways I like to keep myself busy in this ... place.