♥ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ ℓσνєѕι¢к ﮩﮩـ٨ﮩﮩـ٨ﮩ♥
@qwincy
Click!
The shutter snaps as Mary Sue bags her first shot of the day. After experiencing a rainstorm, she’d invested in a proper camera for taking Quincy pictures. The cool temperatures and gray skies did wonderful things for his complexion, such as adding that faint dusting of pink to his cheeks as his body worked to retain heat.
Out of habit, Mary Sue checks the viewfinder for her photograph before she abruptly pales. Is that...it can’t be, no way!
She all but sprints out of her hiding spot to run towards her target, babbling a mile a minute as she gesticulates towards the fresh new flower blooming on his back.
“Don’t move!”
“Can you still breathe? I’ll—I’ll call a hospital, so hold on!”
And she thought she’d been stalking him so well. When did Quincy get sick from unrequited love?!
