Botanical Headcanons // accepting

miscellaneous angst starters. @bnria

            A soft groan emitted forth. Tender fingertips reached to touch at her temple, the surging of a migraine beginning to bloom. The man’s words had just sunk in --- mulling them over with pinched brows, concerned. However her concern wasn’t to herself rather --- she looked to the ground where she sat in the mist of scattered flowers. All in some form of tatters, petals thrown about, stems bent, flowers pressed against the ground. Another noise of disapproval emitted from the back of her throat. A pity, an arrangement for someone that will have to wait now. She struggled for a moment to straighten herself. dusting away any dirt that clung to her attire.

            Dark pools peeked from behind long lashes finally addressing the man who had spoken the obvious. Slender figure could only bow as an apology.