#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT IF I DIED!!!!!!! WHAT IF I DIEEEEDDDD OMG 😭😭😭😭

[timeclipsed]

A delicate bouquet of white peonies, blue delphiniums and a couple of green carnations waited for Chronos right at the bottom of the stairs. A small note is attached to the ribbon holding together the flowers and their protective layer of paper. Said note had writing on both front and back—someone had a lot to say. My dear Chronos I wish that I could give you this bouquet in person, though circumstances regarding school had me have to leave in such short notice. I could not wait any longer to be able to show you my gratitude for caring for me in my moment of vulnerability, and a simple text would not suffice. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sacrificing your time and rest for me. I hope you have been able to rest. I wanted to mention something else before I run out of paper. You're lovely, none of the words that horrible man said about you are true. Not only that, but you're delightful to have around. I know my words may not mean much, but I promise they are true in my heart. May we see each other again soon, I am hoping to make it for Easter. Yours, Skyros Kintobor.

— ☆⋆˙ WANDERING INSIDE TOWARDS HIS BEDROOM, shared with his little brother (who is currently assisting him with carrying paper bags full of medicinal product and other things to treat), a slight confusion breezes past him when he sees the bouquet and its note. Maybe Blossom left her stuff on the steps?

Handling the gift gently, turning tail in preparation to bring it straight to her room, the name on the attached paper catches his attention, and he freezes in place. A gift for him.

❝What…? But why would anyone wanna leave me a gift?❞

— ☆⋆˙ EYES GLAZE THE ELOQUENT CURSIVE in navy ink, taking in every word so delicately crafted and all entirely intended for his eyes. The signature at the bottom leaves his longing heart thumping in his chest: Skyros Kintobor. Although the boy had stubbornly taken off without waiting for a face-to-face departure, the mere visage of those snow white quills and lustery cyan eyes drives him wild enough to let out a few soft giggles, clutching the paper close to his chest.

Observing the articulately-designed bouquet now with full attention, a deep whiff of the fragrant blooms is taken. Tails waggle wildly, admiring the alluring hues of pearl, ocean, and lime. Tears prick at the edges of glittering eyes as they, too, are cuddled close to his chest.

❝Oh, Skyros… you idiot... You didn't have to do this for me… thank you…❞