#flittinggold

Dean looks down at the cacti, perplexed for a moment. “Uh... thank you,” he manages after a second, grinning a little because really, he’s holding a cactus. It’s a little silly.

Freeze. In the years prior of experimentation, once a psychological drug compound was concocted in the effort to attain precise control over her. The impact, however, was devastating—physical and psychological lapses rejecting the drug and resulting in a melt. Left to writhe and scream and cry for reprieve under supervision, the entirety of her body felt to be on fire. To this day Fleurette has sworn that she has never felt such an agonising burn since; and by far prefers instead to be cold than warm.