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SOME PEOPLE PLUCK THE PETALS FROM DAISY CHAINS. others press buttercups to their chin, hoping to see a splash of gold upon their skin. others crack pine cones against the rocks, with the intent of watching the shell-like exterior smash beneath their grip. but gerwyn... gerwyn does none of that. gerwyn finds solace in lying flat upon his back, blades of grass teasing the skin of his arms and cheeks, self-bloomed roses curling from the ground around him like watchful guardians, bowing their heads to their deity of spring. he caresses these petals with the adoration a mother does her small children; innocent babes yet to sample the world’s cruel horrors, whilst being the epitome of one himself. alas, gerwyn here is idle, resting peacefully though not asleep. never asleep. he does not. 

although the scene around him is one of tempting beauty, look beyond the mass of green and red and one may find a far more gruesome sight. some nameless trespasser lies without their head any longer, wide-eyed face staring off in the distance whilst his body is several feet beside it. where the thorns had made contact with the flesh, blood seeps and soaks like a natural spring, coating the lush nature in a vicious and violent crimson. 

that is what they deserve. this is what they earn when they dare to pluck daisy chains. when they dare to tear flora from the earth. when they crush nature within their palm.

 but his peace does not last. it never does. green eyes open, soft lashes brushing against his cheek as he sits up. a visitor. this is unlike the presence of Men. gerwyn stands, flora quick to cover his exposed details thus leaving him robed ( partially ) in a makeshift gown of ivy. he glances up and down at the visitor, from his manner of dress to... his face. his eyes. he studies them, but learns not a thing. 

Why was today feeling like one of the hottest days? Back on the island, it would be a great time to take a jump in the ocean to cool off, but in this place, that didn’t seem to be the case. Maybe every world should have their own beach or pool. If there is something like that here, then Sora had yet to come across it. After all, this world is huge! Though the hole in the center of it all makes it a bit of a pain to travel across one place to the next. Well, beggars can’t be choosers as they say.

Though speaking of hot, there is no way that man across the street is feeling alright with all that clothe he has on. He hope he was just out to buy some appropriate clothe for this kind of weather. Of course, Sora would not hesitate to approach the other and ask him directly.

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headcanons!

-SHE’S PROBABLY GOTTEN VERY GOOD AT BRAIDING HAIR LBR. she’s also probably really well-versed in ancient Greek hairstyling methods she’s just. 1) too lazy to deal with putting all that hair up in an ornamental way 2) not about to out herself as a greek heroic spirit specifically because of how she wears her hair

-she sometimes ties her hair up a little better than just braiding the very bottom, id have to assume she’d want to be really careful with her hair while swimming, especially in manmade pools. 

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Ardyn!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 229.

You will be able to warp up to three times per day. You will also be given a wooden sword.