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send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse's hair ; ACCEPTING.
HER FIRST INSTINCT was to flinch, shy from his reach-- but her uncertainty led her to instead root herself to the spot, a deer in the headlights. she hadn’t made up her mind about him yet, given the fog clouding his intent, and as his hand came down, Terra couldn’t help but screw her eyes shut---
but when a touch, strangely delicate, slipped into her hair before retreating, she was left to blink away her confusion, the tension venting from her stance.
“uhh--”
lifting a hand, patting her head blindly before feeling something small pinning a lock of blonde behind her brow. when it lowered, a white petal rested in her palm. she’d admit, it stunned her a little, but upon realising, a smile flooded her features.
“... so,” and it soon took on a smug tone, “what you’re trynna say is: you’re a big softie.”
