[ ”I can sense their efforts and stirring, yes— just waiting to be apart of the world,”
she would have made them bloom, or plant flowers of her own with the dip of her brush— but no, not this bed. this bed, she wants to see grow, especially when they have the capacity to.
—okay, maybe just one. a different bloom, a senpai with bright yellow petals that begins to rise and open to the moonlight as soon as she dips celestial ink into the dirt.
”and i imagine how they would look, too, once they’re outside. adorable.” ]
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she would have made them bloom, or plant flowers of her own with the dip of her brush— but no, not this bed. this bed, she wants to see grow, especially when they have the capacity to.
—okay, maybe just one. a different bloom, a senpai with bright yellow petals that begins to rise and open to the moonlight as soon as she dips celestial ink into the dirt.
”and i imagine how they would look, too, once they’re outside. adorable.” ]