𝖒𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝒃𝒆 𝑢͟𝑝͟𝑔͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑑͟𝑒͟𝑑 .
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𝖒𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝒃𝒆 𝑢͟𝑝͟𝑔͟𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑑͟𝑒͟𝑑 .
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⠀nobody’s son , nobody’s daughter .

what for? i'm not joining this little. . . tin-man club.

then what /are/ ya doin'? your talk doesn't scare me.

Castellan is quick to take his hand, pulling him a bit closer and smiling oh, so widely. He beams up at Stefan, clearly excited at the idea of a new adventure. “It’s a promise, then. A promise!” He rocked back on his heels in excitement, holding onto Stefan’s hand a bit —

" no, i'd quite presume not ... " he replied, taking a moment to inspect and silently pass a first judgment over the other. " as it so happens, nothing of your concern, nor will it interfere, "

"Not to worry, your secret is safe with me," Castellan says with a friendly smirk, leaning in to gently elbow Stefan's arm. As he speaks, Castellan only finds himself looking on more and more in wonder, hanging on each word. Flowers like the sun. They sounded like something -

ʷʰᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃᵗ ᵃ 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓﹠̲ 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 . ,


" 𝒎𝒎? and who's to say anything has to draw my attention in—–? " he inspected the other, already able to see his own interference. his personal artron trail leaves a mark like nothing else. " shockingly, a coincidental encounter. "

"Sunflowers?" Castellan looked to Stefan with wide eyes, the idea of a flower emulating the sun one that instantly caught his attention. In his time, sunflowers still hadn't made their way to Europe. "A flower as radiant as the sun ... I can imagine why it might be your -



He’s quick to flip through a few more sketches, before landing on one of home. It was a field of marigold flowers, circa 1375. Though not rendered in color, each petal is lovingly detailed, each blade of grass in its own place. “The universe really is full of such beauty. —

