@curatiive - conât this gay aesthetic for Reasons.
The sun beams down on the park with little to no cloud cover; it makes for a nice, relaxing day on the grass. Kids play at the playground in the distance, ducks swim across the pond nearby. Itâs a day to relax, and spend in good company, and although GrĂła is rather enamored by her book, Anne doesnât really mind.
In fact, she gets it. Often times, sheâs been so involved in her work that she forgets the outside world exists.
Hence, suggesting an afternoon in the park with no worries, no commitments, nothing.
Though, she spots the cluster of daisies, and fiddles with one long enough to decide to stick it in GrĂłaâs hair, between the lock tucked against her ear. She smiles when the younger woman notices, just as bright as the sun above.Â
â â are they really?âÂ
Out comes another from the ground within reach of where Anneâs sitting, and into her hair, beside the first with careful hands and deft fingers to make sure they stay without too much hassle. Her hand lingers, subtly traces against GrĂłaâs cheek on the way past to get another.Â
âSuppose I should add a few more?â
technically, every flower is grĂłaâs favourite flower. sheâs a simple woman about these sorts of things, but daisies definitely get a little boost up the ladder now that anneâs tucking them into her hair like she is.Â
itâs a little hard to tell if she likes this purely because of the attention ( the last time she got even the slightest bit of affection from someone she wanted it from mustâve been when she was... oh, twenty? ) or because itâs anne doing it. probably a mix of both, if sheâs being honest with herself. itâs a bit of a worrying thought-- or maybe a confused one, since sheâs not overly used to seeing women sheâs had half-drunk make out sessions with again after the fact. she doesnât really know whatâs going on, here, and is a little out of her element.Â
but she sure is enjoying it, whatever the fuck it is.Â
    â i suppose i wouldnât hate that. â her smile says she might even love it, just a little. in the interest of being smooth, she should probably stop there, but sheâs relaxed enough here that the words just keep on coming. hopefully, this just ends up endearing. â you could do this all day, i really wouldnât stop you. âÂ