#absclutezerc

“I don’t have that talent like you, Caduceus. Speaking with plants...” 

Caleb smiled to the firbolg, but supposed he did have a point. Caleb spoke to his cat all the time, of course, though their understanding was rather different than Caleb attempting to talk to flowers.

                      𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐥  𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬  𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ,    cherry  stained  petals  drawn  into  a  pin  straight  line .    the  truth  seemed  like  reasonable  request ,    especially  given  the  circumstances .    a  cage  enclosed  rose  colored  was  all  she  knew ,    life  built  upon  the  hardback  covers  of  nursery  rhymes    &    quantum  physics .    

❛ booker ... i’m scared. ❜ 

the comment comes out of nowhere, out of a quiet moment – those are rare these days, now that comstock has ramped up the military search for booker and elizabeth. she sits with her back against a tall crate, fiddling with the frayed rip in her sleeve. she can’t look at him. the shame of admitting her fear burns in her throat like liquor.