05-16-2018, 10:19 AM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Yes! Hazel had been yearning to learn about gardening for a number of reasons. For one, Margaery loved it, and aside from baking, she definitely wanted another way to make the chocolate point happy. For another, Hazel had long since wanted to put plants in her room, even if...her room didn’t have windows. But that was okay, because her room was hers either way, and she loved it the way it was.
The cocoa feline trotted over to Suite and Margy, idly wondering if there would come a day when the two weren’t near each other, and took a seat, tail curling over her paws. She tried and failed to miss the air of exhaustion that cling to Margaery, and felt her thoughts flip to worry, hoping the femme would soon get her overdue relaxation.
“What kind of flowers are you going to teach us about?” She asked instead of prying, unable to keep the undercurrent of excitement out of her voice.
The cocoa feline trotted over to Suite and Margy, idly wondering if there would come a day when the two weren’t near each other, and took a seat, tail curling over her paws. She tried and failed to miss the air of exhaustion that cling to Margaery, and felt her thoughts flip to worry, hoping the femme would soon get her overdue relaxation.
“What kind of flowers are you going to teach us about?” She asked instead of prying, unable to keep the undercurrent of excitement out of her voice.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better