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ππππ + πππππ: mid day outside of iridescent blooms
he hadnβt meant to linger. the scent had just pulled him in. something about the sweetness of lilac and rose together, familiar in a way that hurt if he thought too long on it. his mother used to keep vases like this one all over the house, insisting it made the place feel alive. he was halfway lost in that memory, maybe even thinking of someone else entirely, when a voice broke through his haze. β what ?! no, no. iβm not buying anything, i was justβ¦ appreciating the craftsmanship, β bastian said quickly, clearing his throat and trying to look casual despite the warmth creeping up his neck. he glanced over at cassandra, forcing a faint, crooked grin. β are you buying flowers ? β
