Cordelia
Cordelia left Deimos to tend to the creeping vines, occasionally glancing his way to see how he chose to wind them up the side of her small home before turning her attention to the other flowers. He'd already worked the soil in the area to a soft consistency that she could easily dig into with her hands. Cordelia took great care in spacing out each hole for the flowers, trying her best to arrange them in an aesthetically pleasing pattern while making sure they would get plenty of light should they need it. Once she was satisfied with the positioning, the attuned placed each plant inside its new resting spot and covered the base with soil.
Standing and wiping her hands, the young woman grinned, looking back at Deimos with bright eyes, "I think this looks nice." She was loath to think that they might be leaving it soon. The hunter was finally beginning to think of it as home.
Standing and wiping her hands, the young woman grinned, looking back at Deimos with bright eyes, "I think this looks nice." She was loath to think that they might be leaving it soon. The hunter was finally beginning to think of it as home.
Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
