#devogue

           the gentleness of the action causes a sigh to escape her mouth at the touch. foleo is careful in his ministrations to her hair &. she is adorned with a gift that she is familiar with. she belongs among them; it is her second language. happiness clouds her face as she turns her gaze upon him. her own hands reach up to softly touch the petals of the flowers that he’s placed upon her. it is a gift to be coveted. “ thank you… ” she says, starry-eyed.

            blissful.

                                                                                                   ( ask meme. ❤ accepting. )

     A favor returned, and tenfold. Foleo is not the type to do any favor halfway. Flowers bloom in brilliant reds and she is all but humbled to offer her head to let him adorn her with them. In some ways, she finds herself jealous, for he hones his talents unabashedly, refusing to bow his head to the will of others. His touch is gentle, and she’s more than once paused, catching him in a moment hard at work, working deftly with a needle in ways that tinge her smile with a certain cloying nostalgia.

     Charlotte would almost be jealous. A skill she covets, a prime position in life, but he is so magnanimous with all he has. The cynical words she wants to dole out, advice to spare him later pain, would feel unwelcome-- and not as if he doesn’t know them already.