// oh we could never be together //
At this point, the planted flowers had certainly grown up enough to have steady roots among the ashen remains of the ranch. And with it, the slow bloom of all the flowers and their rainbows of colors were pretty – like a reminder that from the ashes, something beautiful could be made. It almost reminds him of Colt, in a way. That despite the terrible thing(s) that had happened, she’d always found a way to turn it into something better. This part, in particular, was a catalyst of her going to Hak Etme, and for that Thorn is quietly proud of his friend.
“Yeah.” He agrees softly, his arm wrapping around her as she tucks in against his side, hugging her gently as her cheek warms up his shoulder, injecting through his coat. “Do you want specific flowers or are we jus’ goin’ for what looks nicest?” He asks, angling his head toward her and shoots her a small but gentle smile. He squeezes her shoulders gently, looking back toward the flowers thoughtfully. “M’a sucker for the pink ‘n purple ones.” But she’d know that.
“Yeah.” He agrees softly, his arm wrapping around her as she tucks in against his side, hugging her gently as her cheek warms up his shoulder, injecting through his coat. “Do you want specific flowers or are we jus’ goin’ for what looks nicest?” He asks, angling his head toward her and shoots her a small but gentle smile. He squeezes her shoulders gently, looking back toward the flowers thoughtfully. “M’a sucker for the pink ‘n purple ones.” But she’d know that.
Hawthorn
// but it's nice to play pretend //
