#lbc mc

"I look at the man sitting right next to me. He is so very within reach. I can actually reach out right now to touch him. That brings a smile to my face." ... Cael Anselm x Little Painter(Reader).

Story's Premise: Amid cascading and blossoming wisterias, a young man and a young lady paint. With the latter unconsciously losing herself as she reminisced, letting flowers become the language through which their hearts entwine across time, space, and seasons.

~~~~~ The flowers in the flower garden aren’t merely there for decoration, for admiration, or even for painting.

Perhaps some of them are meant to be picked and plucked, to be gathered into a bouquet and be cradled in the hands of a young lady much loved by a young man, where even across time and space, even with each vision that flickered in his mind’s eyes, his gaze never leave her, for he knew the one he saw clearly was his true love.

Perhaps some of them are meant to be picked and plucked, to be pressed down against cardstock and have the ends be tied to ribbons, and be used by the young man whose tender voice reads the words being softly traced by his delicate fingertips as she curls up against his side by the fire in winter or fall.

Perhaps some of them are meant to be picked and plucked, to be steeped in oil and strained of liquid. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. It’s the scent the young man enjoys, one he’d follow through in his dreams to find his lady.

Perhaps some of them are meant to be picked and plucked, to be studied, and to be used as inspiration for windchimes, and to be sweetly listened to as they sway gently in the breeze, resembling birds in flight and petals dancing in eternal twilight.

These are all the thoughts of the young lady, thoughts that had unknowingly seeped their way into her painting.

They were painting blooming wisterias in a setting of their own choosing.

For him, he chose to paint the cascading wisteria blossoms that lined the room inside the studio on that snowy mountain. Only he could design a room where flowers flourish all year round instead of just one season.

For her, however, she chose to paint the same blossoms in a backdrop that resembles a curtain of glistening moonlight, a curtain that looked suspiciously similar to the young man’s silvery locks.

Those said locks curled around the blossoms as if to embrace them, to protect them, much like how he has protected her all this time.

She wants to protect him, too.

She wants to live with him in a small town where there are eternal twilights and eternal bells.

“No matter how much time has passed, I still remember how I felt the first time I fell in love with him.”

ship mc with the actual LIs ❌

ship mc with a dead side character with whom she develops a deep friendship that goes beyond time and space ✅

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