what a fragile, pretty thing in hazel's hands. he didn't quite know how to respond to the offer, or the kindness, at first. jack only blinked, the surprise in the slow, small smile appearing on his face. ❝ is this... for me ? ❞ he couldn't help but ask, bending low, coming face-to-face with them, elbows on knees for balance and support. he didn't know if he'd be able to adequately handle such preciousness at all. ❝ but it isn't even christmas ! ❞ yet it seemed she knew what day it really was. his resurrection day. ❝ did you make it yourself ? ❞ it wasn't hope in the question, no, but the question held many of the same notes. it was endearment, amusement, a kindness all its own, all his, genuine. thoroughly charmed by the gesture, by her. met under the funniest of circumstances, and now she was giving him a gift. there were questions, simply curious, bright in his dark eyes, but he refrained, instead only offering his skeletal hands to set the little crown in.
@hxzelwallflower helps celebrate jack's birthday ! : !!! Every king deserves a crown , a flower crown to be exact . It's not much , but perhaps a daisy wreath will suffice for him .
