#two daisies

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29641569

theres a Old Gods Are Trying To Kill Me & My Not Brother plot??? when did that get there????

basically:

---BUT IT DOESN’T HAVE LUIGI IN IT

FNIEWONFEIOWN LMAO THANKS FOR THE CALLOUT 

He could smell like lavender one week and like rose the next, like magnolia and carnations and jasmine and lilac, of flowers he’d never heard of, of flowers he’d never dreamed of.

The Rules: Post seven sentences from a wip, and then tag seven others!! 

tagged by @pocketramblr

“You’re ten, kid. I’m not going to sit and chat with you.”  

“Well, no,” Seiya replied. “I’m actually thirteen.” But he was scrawny and thin and gangly, with stunted growth and a squeaky voice, a shell left over from years of half-filled plates and working himself to the bone from sunup till sundown. He was small, looked younger than he was except for his eyes—they were the windows to the soul, and his soul bore the weight of a million tragedies. 

Seiya guessed that some expressions were always applicable, no matter how far into the future you got. 

Two Daisies 

tagged by @moonpaw

The poor boy was pressed up against the muddy wall. His limbs were contorted strangely of his own volition, attempting to make himself seem smaller than he was as he curled away from her. His two wandering, glazed eyes barely peeked out between the folds of his arms, plagued with fierce terror and uncertainty. 

“... Hey,” he finally said, voice muffled against his bicep. “You uh… you come around here often?” 

Yaoyorozu only peered at him from the dark shadows the bridge provided. The small area was a sharp void of color and life: all except for the startling red portions of her outfit, and, much to her chagrin, the shimmering slime resting thickly underneath her feet. 

Quaternary Structure 

Well, he had a time quirk, and so did his brother…