𝗛𝗮𝗲𝘂𝗻

ㅤ ᅠᅠᅠᅠlow chuckle erupting from his soft brims as he ruffles your hair gently. “ i cannot be perfect. ” an excuse to keep dropping his towels on the floor. ㅤ

⠀ ⠀ It is good that the flowers could bring the smile on the stranger, as that was the purpose the flowers were given to him in the first time. A smile can ward off frown and sorrow. When the flowers wilt, they will return to their masters. ⠀ ⠀

ㅤ ᅠᅠᅠᅠslight grin adorning his features as he glances at his piece before his attention goes back to you. “ you're not being objective ; you'd love anything i'd do. ” teasing tone though he means it. ㅤ

ㅤ ᅠᅠᅠᅠhe's careful with his paintbrush ; each stroke calculated. “ a dream i had. ” he doesn't need to sleep yet enjoys to have a night sometimes. when he's done 、he places the paint brush in a cup of water and turns to you. ㅤ

ㅤ ᅠᅠᅠᅠfocused on his current painting 、red dripping from the canvas. his attention stays on his piece even as you bring him his cup of tea. “ that will be all 、doll. ” though as always 、he expects you to stay around. ㅤ

WHO TOLD YOU I WAS A *𝓢𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ? I'VE BEEN TO 𝐇𝕰𝐋𝐋 AND BACK ❪ 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙴 ❫ ; I'M A SU͟C͟K͟ER FOR 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 ׅ⎖

you're an 𝙸𝙳𝙸꩜𝚃 for thinking this was anything but *𝖇𝐥͟𝐨͟𝐨͟𝐝͟ ; on the 𝖜all 、on the 𝖈ouch 、on the corner of my 𝖒outh. you must like being the 𝐕𝖎𝐂𝐓𝖎𝐌 、you've done 𝖓othing to get out. ︶ ꒷ ꒦

to watch all the blood as it drips from your veins.