#chmydarling

arvo's brow furrows lightly in concern, he was never the poetic type after all, math problems and scientific methods--that was more his thing, but he hoped his words came as a comfort nonetheless. he fidgets with his hands, looking away for a moment in thought, until--he perks, a notebook page slid his way. 💊

he plucks it from the table, his heart can't help but break a little, see -ing the remnants of emotion so obvious on the page. but, he doesn't mention it, as louis was obviously trying to keep spirits high--as usual. 💊

instead, arvo smiles lightly, and hums in thought, " oh gosh, i dunno. i have so many favorites, you know? " he thinks on it a moment longer. " maybe lilacs? they're just so pretty, plus their meaning in flower language is rather sweet. " a nod, nod, nod. 💊

Jimmy sat on Ericson's steps in silence, staring up at the sky lost in thought involving his family.

"God I hope they're okay…"

Jim said after letting out a sigh and looking at the yard in silence.

everything felt weird: wearing shorts, not having her crutches, having something attached to her knee that wasn't her own leg, learning how to walk even though she was an adult. but the other kids, especially aasim and willy, had worked really hard on building her this prosthetic and they were excited for her to test it out.

they said that it was important to see if she could maintain balance, walk frontwards, backwards, sideways, if it made her uncomfortable in anyway or even if it hurt her, because it was possible. ❝ i don't know. ❞ for the moment, she was just standing there, in front of louis, not too far away in case she suddenly lost balance. ❝ it feels weird. does it look weird? or scary? ❞

arvo can't help but smile, at least somewhat reassured by the other's comforting words, he lightly nods, but still replies, " alright, if you're sure... if you need me to pick up the pace, though, just tell me. " 💊‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

his hand is taken gently, boney fingers interwinding with louis' rather casually, and he hums, obviously content. it takes a moment longer for the other's words to truly settle in, the wink: the teen almost literally makes a squeaky-toy-esque noise, freckled cheeks quickly warming. he hadn't even realized that it could be taken that way, honest to god. 💊‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

so, he jumps to try and explain, " uh, sm-smooth, me? " he can't help but laugh a little, both at louis antic's and his own silliness, bashful, he looks away, " i don't know about that... " 💊‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

/ these two.. 🥺

@chmydarling // 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 .

arvo can't help but worry about louis sometimes, a lot of the time, even--it must be hard, a lone sunflower in a field: trying to keep everyone's spirits up, not letting them see your own struggles... he wants the other boy to know he's there for him, too. friendship, it wasn't a one-way-street, after all! 💊‏‏‎

so, he gently takes louis' hand in his, the gesture a little awkward, as most things he did, but. he hoped it came as some sort of comfort anyway. 💊‏‏‎

" well, i'm glad, but... " a pause, a thoughtful one, he lightly adjusts his glasses with his free hand, " if you need anything, like... at all, you can tell me, right? " 💊‏‏‎

          ruby  loved  the  greenhouse.  it  was  peaceful;  she  was  in  her  element,  and  she  genuinely  enjoyed  caring  for  her  plants  and  helping  them  thrive.  still,  it  was  always  best  to  go  with  someone  rather  than  alone  since,  with  today’s  world,  one  never  really  knew  what  to  expect.  typically,  she  went  with  brody  or  violet  which  was  nice  because  brody  was  one  of  her  closest  friends  and  violet  was  nice  and  quiet  and  didn’t  give  her  any  shit.  today,  however,  she’d  gotten  paired  with  louis,  and  she  loved  louis,  she  really  did;  he  was  a  good  friend  to  her.  …  but  the  boy  could  talk.  

          she  was  torn  away  from  her  thoughts  as  louis  tried  to  engage  her  in  conversation.  it  took  her  a  moment  to  register  the  conversation  he  was  trying  to  broach,  and  her  cheeks  tinged  red—a  rosier  hue  than  usual.  quickly,  her  gaze  averted  his,  and  she  intently  focused  on  the  herb  before  her.