#flowerbcds

  A WARMING FEELING rises up within his chest from looking around, taking in the unique scents and rows of petals. They’re planted perfectly like a paradise befitting the most beautiful avatar of them all. Whoever managed to plant everything...especially these pink roses have outdone themselves, he thinks. ASMODEUS couldn’t help lavishing over things that were nearly close to perfection like himself and flowers were among the approved list of beautiful things. Every flower seemed to be taken care of by an angel, perhaps a demon who wanted to deliver the best to the AVATAR OF LUST himself. It’s always fascinating envisioning the kind of person who went out of their ways to appease LUST. He cared little for details but eyes soon observe the very person he sought to know, at least to request a couple of these roses. 

“ I’d say the best thing to do at  a shorts moment notice is to  hit up a spa and relax. ”

“Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm...” Elliott’s bass voice hummed faintly as he smiled at the shelves he strolled down. He didn’t want to know where Gunther had put it. Half the fun was discovering it himself. Two long shelves gave him no success, but the third one made him come to an abrupt stop, and Elliott’s grin widened, toothy, as he traced fingertips down the spine.

It looked better than it had when he opened the package in his living room.

“Oh! Uh.  .  .”

He’d been told to come in this direction, but he couldn’t help feeling as if he were trespassing on someone’s land when he stumbled across a rather impressive farm. Lingering on its outskirts, he quietly admired the parts of the land he was able to see before, in the distance, he spotted movement. With a start, he hurried forward, hoping he might catch the stranger before they vanished. And when he did, the first thing he did was apologize.

“I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you.” He started with a slight flush to his cheeks, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “But if they’d told me a beautiful woman ran this place, I’d have come sooner.”

Rasmodius had not immediately seen the letter, though he felt the farmer’s presence in the area - and thought nothing of it, she was far from a threat and certainly welcome in his domain - but once he found the letter... purple brows rose sharply, headed for his bangs, and he made a small sound of concern. Urgent matter? Desperately need?

    Winnie blinked a few times in surprise at Hazel’s remark, her cheeks turning a light shade of red as embarrassment quickly surged in her chest. Thinking back on her earlier comments, she realized that they did sound pretty self-deprecating. An old habit that she’d been trying to break out of– and often still struggled with.

   ❛ Ah.. You’re right. I’m sorry. ❜ she sighed, as she reached up to comb her fingers through her hair.  ❛ I’m tryin’ to stop doing that. Old habits die hard, I guess. It’s always been easier for me to say nice things about other people than about myself. ❜      

“Ahh, I understand, I understand.” He didn’t, not really, it was staggeringly easy for Hazel to say nice things about himself. It was one of his favorite things to do in fact! Still, it was the polite and proper thing to say. And in any case, it was his lot as the town priest to be empathetic and helpful in matters such as these. 

@flowerbcds​  said:“ do i deserve back pain at this age? ”

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winnie foster deserves many things, livvie thought, chief among them being the biggest hug a girl could muster. but back pain? nonono. “have you talked to harvey about it?” if anyone could help, it would be the town’s doctor. “or i could give you a massage - you remember to lift with your legs, right?”

of course she remembers to lift with her legs, dummy! still, concern etches itself into freckled features, lips pursing at the thought of a friend in pain.