Nov 25, 2018
“the last bouquet of flowers you gave me are wilting in their vase.”
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“How can that possibly be?” he muses, smile curving his mouth as he watches Thranduil carefully. “Your beauty brings life to all that sees it.”
A devilish smirk takes his previous smile, one hand reaching out to grip the other’s bicep playfully before pulling him in toward his chest. Not rough, but enough to hopefully pull the taller male against him. “I suppose we will have to go pick some more, hm? The girls do love their flower picking.”
