#touchofsalt

Jonathan debated for days on whether he would get desperate enough to go back to the greenhouse and ask for the flower he needed but his experiment needed it desperately so he had to break down and go. He stood there awkwardly and knocked on the door, wondering if anyone was even home.

{ @touchofsalt }

              ❝ This one goes in the capital sins part. ❞

“Now, now. Hold your horses… There’s plenty of where this came from.”

He laughed, a quiet sound, softened out of respect for Mana’s bird instincts.  A hand ruffled at too soft hair that continued to tempt his touch.  “It’s only because Talbot’s lived so long his aura is coated in dust.  You should get out more.  Stretch your wings, so to speak.”

Aandag snorted and pushed a hand through his hair. “Hey, just remember that it was you that said it, and that I’m committing it to memory, and I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”

“Open door policy and all that. You’re the only person Levi wouldn’t try to decapitate in our bed. Why not take advantage of that?”

“I suppose the best answer is: you are the world’s fox. But you are my rabbit.”