I keep stars in my pockets
wear daisies in my hair
wear daisies in my hair
She giggles, gesturing her head to his tattoos. "Fitting name. Which came first?" There's a genuine and naive curiosity glittering in her eyes, her head tilting to better hear his answer as he moves to take some of the flowers from her hands. Nova releases a good portion, quickly moving to pass a white daisy to a plainly dressed woman with a sparkle and a grin.
Her eyes flit back to him as Thorn asks his question, almost confused. "Because they're pretty! And people deserve to have pretty things." Whether it be cute clothes, glitter coated presents, or pretty flowers, she likes making the world a more interesting place; she also like it when they make people smile, although she's just as excited to see an exasperated roll of eyes. It means she did a good job.
Twirling to leave a bundle of flowers tucked under someone's doorstep, the lace of her dress is littered with fallen petals that fall as she walks backwards to look at Thorn, bubbly and full of childish delight. "Do I need another reason?"
Her eyes flit back to him as Thorn asks his question, almost confused. "Because they're pretty! And people deserve to have pretty things." Whether it be cute clothes, glitter coated presents, or pretty flowers, she likes making the world a more interesting place; she also like it when they make people smile, although she's just as excited to see an exasperated roll of eyes. It means she did a good job.
Twirling to leave a bundle of flowers tucked under someone's doorstep, the lace of her dress is littered with fallen petals that fall as she walks backwards to look at Thorn, bubbly and full of childish delight. "Do I need another reason?"
Nova
but I tuck you tenderly in the folds of my heart
and take you everywhere
and take you everywhere
