FIFTH BLOOM ❀ TEXT | SEELIE LOCKED

[showmeyourwreath]

Hello everyone,

Pardon me, but I'd very much like to know if there's anyone that knows how to regrow limbs, please. Preferably by potion, but I'm all open to other methods. If you'd like compensation for the knowledge, we can talk about it. It seems like it would be handy to know.

[You know, just hypothetically. She likes to be prepared.]

Thank you for your time.

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[showmeyourwreath]

[STOP LYING ABOUT EARL GREY, but she thanks him graciously for the tea and is comforted by the proximity.

Yeesh, maybe she should injure herself more often.]

I'm keeping them put away, I'm not sure how becoming of me to walk around injured like that--not that there's anything wrong with having injuries or any shame, but I don't want to worry anyone.

[Nor does she want the reminder, or to put herself on display like that. She almost wishes it were another limb but it will grow back if it isn't fixed another way, and in the meantime she has the ostensible luxury of keeping it hidden in a manner that won't seem incongruous to most.

Just to her.]

[depicted]

But it bothers you.

[Dorian squeezes her hand, gentle.]

I can stay with you for a time.

[showmeyourwreath]

[It does. It does a lot, and her eyes widen, uncertain. Vulnerable.]

Are you sure?

[But like a child, she squeezes his hand back reflexively, and betrays her want in the process.

Please don't go.]

[depicted]

[He sets a second hand over hers.] Certainly. [And then, his grin promises mischief.][CHILDHOOD DREAMS ACCOMPLISHED.]