#but you're throats so scratchy/dry that u just *squeak* kinda ?? that's him

[mvnces]

🌸  to  offer  my  muse  a  flower. for silas 🥺

They were out in some field again. It seemed to be the usual place for them to go at the end of a long day — Somewhere to sit in the peace and soft background noise of nature. There were some days where Silas would follow Lucy, offer up a word or two of his own and be more engaged. Other days, most days, he would simply hang back and sit along the trees and enjoy the peace. Mildly watching Lucy in whatever she was doing.

He had ended up venturing further into the field to follow the girl along that day. A couple steps behind and peering over her shoulder.

Suddenly, a flower is being offered to him and Silas drew back in surprise at the sudden movement. Eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as eyes flickered down to the plant being held out to him. He almost looked confused. But, to be fair, it had been who knew how long since anyone outside of Lucy had offered him anything. Especially as an act of kindness.

A soft, raspy noise came from him as he reached up to take the flower. It was his initial attempt at trying to say thank you. Vocal cords scratchy from disuse but he was trying his best.