[RQ] Bouquet

Luka

Every time we touch, your hands are colder, colder
There's no beating coming from your wooden chest

Luka loves the snow and ice of Halo, but Flowerbirth is beautiful in King's End and his smile is more readily apparent with only his dad and wolf-siblings in attendance. The hint of warmth on the wind as it tousles his hair makes him turn his face into it to enjoy its lingering touch for a moment.

His dad's gentle nudge brings him back, and his cheeks go subtly pink at having gotten distracted as he obediently follows. "We should destroy the rest after we pick one," he advises, eyeing how close the patch is to the bench. Not exactly safe for someone who might need the respite the bench offers. "If you loosen up the roots with your magic I can use the tongs to get it into the jar?" Having offered, he extends his hands - sans gloves, which is still a strange experience despite the much warmer climate here - signalling he's ready for the materials if his dad is.

Frozen grin, a mannequin when I get closer
I can see the strings, they're underneath your vest