[Poor little lost souls, rocked to sleep by the song of the flower. Or the prick of a rose, whatever.
*Mute may feel the ghost of a kiss, something gentle and soft but with the hint of something a little sharper.
By the time she wakes up, though, her savior will be simply sitting next to her. Here's a woman in a flowing dress (where did she find that?) and long, pale hair that she's managed to braid a bit. Her eyes are down on a flower she's pulling the petals off of.]
Are you awake now, little bud? I just couldn't leave you alone to dream when you're so exposed and lonely...
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*Mute may feel the ghost of a kiss, something gentle and soft but with the hint of something a little sharper.
By the time she wakes up, though, her savior will be simply sitting next to her. Here's a woman in a flowing dress (where did she find that?) and long, pale hair that she's managed to braid a bit. Her eyes are down on a flower she's pulling the petals off of.]
Are you awake now, little bud? I just couldn't leave you alone to dream when you're so exposed and lonely...