ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ.

           the sun shines down onto her porcelain skin, the warmth spreading over flesh and sending tingles spreading through her, an enjoying sensation to her senses. bare feet are light against the ground as she walks, approaching gradually with hums resonating from her throat. she can feel the spark of creation around her, the way the flower BLOOMS from the soil, breathed into existence so blissfully. she watches with sparkling amethyst hues, taking great pleasure in nature itself. 

           her hand uplifts with the pads of her fingertips grazing along the stem before her fingers curled around it softly, accepting it from the other and bringing it to her nose so the sweet scent could fulfill her. ❝ thank you, ivy, ❞ a smile toys onto her lips, shining with gratitude. her free hand raises next, palm flat, before her own flower, crimson petals showing first, sprouts into existence. ❝ and a gorgeous flower for such a gorgeous friend as well. ❞

          she allows a breath to exit partially parted lips as soft features begin to hold a smile, retracting her hand and letting it rest upon her clothed chest with hazel hues gazing ( with such admiration ) at life. there was always a calming feeling that ivy would gain when others found pleasure in accepting such gifts from her, and that she wasn’t the only one who acknowledged such beauty found in nature.

                     ❛       now that just hurts my feelings.       ❜

                     ❛       it appears to me the only way to keep you from chittering is to sew your lips shut. got a needle and thread handy , love ?        ❜      // @worninside.