ℒittle ℬriar ℛose

//You love it don’t lie~

【 ✿ 】"..." Finally! Someone normal in this crazy world. Was this the Wonderland she would remember her mother singing about? Perhaps not. Singing softly, she ignored the other's arrival, yet not out of spite. Just out of self preservation.

【 ✿ 】Humming, the young girl continued to think of various recipes. Maybe Teacher would cut the vegetables and meats for her? Perhaps. She would inquire with him later. For now, she felt like reading.

【 ✿ 】Walking up the stairs towards the library delicately, she decided to pluck a book from within the shelves filled with some of the newer novels. After all, the shelves in her room were filled with childish tales.

~CUTSIE ONES~

A Little Sleepy: Your muse falling asleep on my muse.

Cuddles: Our muses cuddling.

Mmph!: Our muses accidentally kissing.

A Little Messy!: Our muses being adorable cleaning up a mess together.

Hold Me...: Your muse has had a nightmare and comes to cuddle mine for safety.

I Kind Of...: My muse confessing that they love yours.

~FEELSY ONES~

Don't Leave Me!: Your muse is dying in my muses arms and mine is frantic, doesn't want to lose you, and doesn't know what to do about it.

Better Me Than You: My muse sacrificing themselves to save the life of yours.

Goodbye: My muse dying in your muse's arms.

A Click And A Bang: My muse accidentally killing yours.

Together Or Not At All: Our muses dying together, telling all their secrets and confessing things.

It's My Fault: My muse blaming themselves for the death of yours.

【 ✿ 】Weaving was a specialty of her's, due to the fact that she was not allowed to sew anymore, or allowed to knit with knitting needles. So, she'd combined the two into her own form of weaving. Singing softly, she noticed the very anti-social type ravenette watching her with curiosity.

【 ✿ 】"There'd be new birds~ lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds~... Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds~... Within that world of my own..."

【 ✿ 】Lips parting gently to let out a flow of a gentle tune, Briar closed oceanic eyes to the world; hearing the footsteps coming towards her room. "Cats and rabbits... Would reside in fancy little houses... And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers~... In a world of my own..."

【 ✿ 】Humming lightly, she picked up the lyrics after a moment, fingers weaving together yarn. She wasn't allowed sharp objects, due to her anemia, and thus knitting needles were also forbidden.