#also going to apologize to all meebo rpers lol -- i actually don't have anyone to ship with so this is just a one time thing

[ednaeflowers]

mikleo comes up behind edna, gently grabbing hold of the girl and easing her back onto his chest. the seraph manages to avoid her umbrella and breathes in the scent of her hair, “ ednae flowers always smell best on you. “

dropping her umbrella, she bristles and immediately knows he is trying to spite her. he knows that she is unsettled whenever he is overly-affectionate with her, and the jerk knows how to annoy her with this knowledge. he's such a pain. an unbearable pain. ( she is still trying to get used to it. after all, she is not used to loving gestures that are not brotherly. )

edna is hitting his arms with her fists, trying to free herself—but again, this stupid jerk is amazing at his job of being annoying. it makes her deeply regret that impulsive urge to decorate her hair today with those ednae flowers some humans offered at the shrine. she wanted to touch up her hair differently for once, and they're her favorite flowers, and she had mentioned it to him once, and he just said that they smell the best on her—

❛  you're being super gross right now, meebo!  ❜ she complains, grimacing at the stupid skips of her heartbeats. this is so not fair. not fair at all. he must be lying. that must be it: she's onto him! his comment about ednae flowers not looking 'thorny' and 'poisonous' like her still makes her feel resentful. it used to be so ridiculously easy for her to get a rise out of him! she never asked for a change of roles! really, his audacity!

frowning, she reaches up to take a fistful of his ponytail. ❛  cut it out! i'm this close to ripping your hair off.  ❜