‘ | Florian 🥀

and i recognize the determination. as annoying as it is. 💧 maybe a visit to an old friend would be nice..

… 💢 you are just trying to get me away from here so you can continue doing— whatever it is you are trying to do and accomplish.

mundane if anything. lounged on rocks overlooking a village, quite dated… children chased me around through the paths, never felt so young. 🦊

     ♯┆ 𝐓he plants whisper your name. . . they say you're a little bitch.

speaking of, lovely display of roses sprawled out for me when i arrived. worship is so refreshing to return to. 🥀

i ‘ have been taking a vacation. i just walked off to my shrine for six days and, just now, got back! 💢

you are putting too much thought and speculation into something very transparent. do not patronize me, cinnamon. i do not feed into courtyard games.

     ♯┆ 𝐄ternally Yours.

whatever you say. 💢

tch—

wow i sure hope your hard work does not get ruined !

something…

something just happened.

should have spoken up the moment you had a chance, if you truly felt these ways.

‘ still been using— even in this moment still using- simply because i thought * youd prefer it over anything else.

[ sneering. ]

you only say these words of regret now, once something you love is ruined, but not the moment i first show face around this— d i s g u s t i n g excuse of a home. you

you think i hate you ¿ you think a word as simple as ‘ hate describes the emotions you have caused me to have?

the years of hiding away in the shadows, mask after mask until i found something completely unrecognizable from my true self. something i hate to see when i look in a mirror, but have

dehydrated rose petals for aesthetic.

fabric of his robe. ]

said nothing. never— reached out— never ‘ anything❗️🦊

[ a shake of head soon comes, eyes darting to look around and soon peer into the distance. staring beyond hans, towards something else. something to draw his attention and ease the brewing inside. retracting his hand and wiping it against the

you have had ‘ how long to say something since then? but you have stayed * QUIET. you have not once addressed the issue, ‘ my change ‘- all youve done is…
— piss off to nowhere with all these * FREAKS, or sulk away in that garden❗️

i changed everything about myself. ‘ everything. and you did and

a motion backwards; the hits, although weak, were enough to stir the complicated depths of his own mind. florian extend his arm and pushed his fingers against the top of hans’ head, applying pressure and urging the fool away. ]

go hold a ceremony for your ugly weeds, you hold them above all else.

you dont—,
you dont even know what * you did ¿ how can someone be so dense and pitiable, so hopeless and yet once so full of potential.

[ his eyes squint a bit as he fights his own displays of emotions, nose scrunching as an inhale is taken. the kitsune in modern theatrical disguise finally takes

done to feel some form of sensation. ]

do ‘ not touch me. next i will poison myself, same as those flowers to be rid of your disgusting lingering.

[ his expression is indifferent, void of tells— eyes peering down to watch the desperate reaching actions of a breaking man; the spirits chest rises and falls in a calm and collect pattern, an arm lifting as hand draws towards its throat. fingertips drag light against the flesh, only an action

im just going to change my hair back.

🦊

that is very interesting! learning something * new every few years.

its growing on me.

is the dye suppose to burn.

why is it rolled up. 💔

bestie youre getting brown dye on my ear.…