7/11/2025, 3:25 PM
Stem after stem is collected with the utmost care—or rather, with as much as he could muster. Large paws weren't made to dance around flowers in attempts not to hopelessly crush them beneath his heft. He isn't used to being so...meticulous with anything that wasn't scrolls or battle plans and counsel meetings.
But he will make do, as he always does, as he doesn't wish to bestow upon her a gift of flowers with broken stems and torn petals. He bends down again to pick a lovely lily of the valley when, upon a gentle breeze, her voice greets him.
Rhadamanthus froze, eyes of silver wide. Suddenly, he felt like a child, caught red handed (or green handed?). She wasn't supposed to find him—it was supposed to be a surprise!
From behind the bouquet he mumbles, voice muffled.
Lifting his head, flowers clutched gentle between teeth, he found her. And by the gods, what a lovely vision she is.
Her starlight fur astray, riddled with blades of the greenest of grass. For once, he finds himself at a loss for words. And like a lovesick whelp, his cheeks feel warm. Far warmer than they should. How long had it been, since he'd felt so flustered?
By the nines. Perhaps he'll make a fool out of himself yet.
His eyes fall to the bundle of flowers she holds so delicately. Are those for...?
With a clear of his throat, he steels himself to calm. To keep some shred of pride, at least, as he made his way closer to bestow the gift of flowers at her paws. A calm smile graces him as he rose to meet her.
But he will make do, as he always does, as he doesn't wish to bestow upon her a gift of flowers with broken stems and torn petals. He bends down again to pick a lovely lily of the valley when, upon a gentle breeze, her voice greets him.
Rhadamanthus froze, eyes of silver wide. Suddenly, he felt like a child, caught red handed (or green handed?). She wasn't supposed to find him—it was supposed to be a surprise!
From behind the bouquet he mumbles, voice muffled.
Siru...?
Lifting his head, flowers clutched gentle between teeth, he found her. And by the gods, what a lovely vision she is.
Her starlight fur astray, riddled with blades of the greenest of grass. For once, he finds himself at a loss for words. And like a lovesick whelp, his cheeks feel warm. Far warmer than they should. How long had it been, since he'd felt so flustered?
By the nines. Perhaps he'll make a fool out of himself yet.
His eyes fall to the bundle of flowers she holds so delicately. Are those for...?
With a clear of his throat, he steels himself to calm. To keep some shred of pride, at least, as he made his way closer to bestow the gift of flowers at her paws. A calm smile graces him as he rose to meet her.
Good evening, m'lady. A gift for you—for the kindness you've extended me. I...was unsure of which flowers you preferred. But I hope this suffices.
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"common • norse"
eve is welcome in all threads.