( it comforts her, the thought of that. him sneaking up to her rooftop at the quieter hours of the night, never quite lingering til the sunlight, fully aware that then the petals would have something far warmer to nurture them. she's always seen those glimpses, noted them, tucked them back in the further places of her mind to reel forward whenever another threat surfaced. whenever he closed himself off from her.
it always seemed to be a matter of time.
and still his humor continues; light, exactly what one would consider 'dad jokes'. she'd never lack the heart to make such a comment. her grin burns bright, white of her teeth nearly gleaming. )
Yeah? And then what, name him Jiminy?
I would definitely have one of the most... deranged fairy tales.
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it always seemed to be a matter of time.
and still his humor continues; light, exactly what one would consider 'dad jokes'. she'd never lack the heart to make such a comment. her grin burns bright, white of her teeth nearly gleaming. )
Yeah? And then what, name him Jiminy?
I would definitely have one of the most... deranged fairy tales.