(lmao only skarlet would) "Don't tell me you're jealous of a flower." He couldn't help but chuckle, as strange as it was. "It's the meaning behind it that should count, and it means deep love; it reminded me of you."

@hxttrick

There’s surprise drawn upon pale features at first glance; the mage glances up to her lover, dark brows raised in slight question albeit warm eyes are narrowed down into a smile that isn’t present on her lips. She can’t help but reach for the flower with one hand, fingers gently running through the soft petals– cautious, careful, as if they’re made out of glass, as if they’d break underneath her touch. Then there’s a kiss; eyes finally widen, a faint flush spreads across the woman’s cheeks.