#floraveined

protect the smol flower child! she is innocent and wouldn’t hurt a fly, but somehow always manages to get dragged into trouble.

omg she’s so short! i kind of love this!

lots of fluids and stay warm love. hope you feel better soon. <3

he's  been  running  around  the  camp  for  a  while,   ditching  the  authorities   schedule     . . .    until he sees a familiar face a few meters away.        if  his  sneakers  could  screech  like  tires  on  asphalt,   they  would.     he  slows  down  and  jogs  in  place  to  contain  the  buzz  of  energy  in  his  veins.        ❝    ——   aster,   if  clarisse  passes  by  and  asks  about  me,  tell  her  you  didn't  see  me,  okay ?      i  wasn't  here  !     no  trace  at  all.    uh,   long story .      HA - ha . . . .     quick,     help  me  hide   ——  !   ❞  

  ❝   i’m sorry --- i wanted to take one of those flowers.   ❞   he points at the flower bush , reds and pinks having stolen his attention. kristoph’s grown attached to flowers all because of his mother  ----  being raised on the country side developed a love for nature in the boy’s heart.

    ❛ it’s NOT like that— ❜       oh, if he were a boy who wore his heart on his sleeve she might see real-genuine frustration,              beginning to twist in TURMOIL amongst the stars held CAPTIVE in his chest.  you see he doesn’t want aster to do this, doesn’t want her to come with him.                          it’s one thing, when a quest were basically a ‘GLORIFIED BIKE MESSENGER’ position.                 another when it was life and death.                oh,    the shard of METEORITE strung round her neck must heat with his presence,      his gift to her sensing the dis-balance in the boy made FROM STARLIGHT.                       ❛ i can’t lose you, aster. ❜