BUTTERCUPS

"I see what you're going for. Sure! Thyme for courage. Iris for hope. Hollyhock for ambition! The language of flower's not something everyone gets! Am I wrong, or is it just a salad?"

Flowery laughs to himself, ankle-deep in flowers. Each step he takes is painstakingly careful, and not a single petal is out of place. It's nice that there's something like this in the city, and with such a view to boot. Perfect place for a guy to put down roots and rest a bit.

"Sorry little guy, hope I didn't startle you. Couldn't help but notice your work, and the care you put into it. Flower's have feeling's too, you know? But I'm sure I don't need to tell you."

No one knows about their secret garden except for Anya. Just outside city limits, nearby where they had first set up their treehouse when they first arrived in this place, Chara’s garden full of flowers grows. They keep it from everyone; just a little something that they can go to when everything becomes too much.

. . . except, now, there is a man here.

“. . . it is fine.”

they’re being very generous with that ‘fine’

Send me a 📒 and I'll doodle your muse! || Still Accepting!

When i tell you i drew chara a solid 3-4 times cause i couldn’t decide on an eye shape—

their brothers memory?

It’s a familiar thing. Chara doesn’t mind it in the least. Dusting off their shorts with their hands, they give a small smile.

Chara talks quietly as the duo walk; about flowers, about the bioluminescent plants they remember in their past. They fiddle their hands as they speak, as the two enter the park. Chara glances up at Vash and gives a nervous little smile.

"So I don't like to keep count

of the flowers we pick, or the times that they laugh,

or how many scary faces they make.

I just hope

we'll be friends

ASGORE and CHARA

"Can flowers even have chocolate?"