@labelletor
Ā Ā Ā Francis had always found himself enamored with flowers. Even when he was young, just a territory on his mothers land, he was fond of flowers and beautiful things, the Romans couldnāt change that for him. Nothing could. And even now, he was just as fond of them as ever, even in this strange place.
Ā Ā Ā You could imagine, he was quite ecstatic when he came across a rose bush, bright and full of life despite the soon turning season, letting the flowers ease his mind and distract him for now. It was lovely, really, and just what his mind needed.
Ā Ā Ā āI wonder who takes care of you.ā The words fell softly from his lips, a hand dancing around the bright petals as he sighs,Ā āPerhaps there is a greenhouse nearby or something. I would love to start a garden somewhere.āĀ Ā Ā Ā











