#he's just trying to garden but tbh idek what he's doing. small panicky boy.

[fangedpeace-a]

Pale fingers dancing gently, carefully, around the 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 rose that he was wary to touch. His eyes were looking underneath it, behind it and around the bush that was swarmed with viciously sharp thorns. He could feel the air breeze onto the back of his neck, like a calm hand on his shoulder urging him to keep trying.

He’d been out in courtyard of his fathers castle, spacing himself from the death and emptiness of his home. His family were 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 and he couldn’t bare to shield himself from the screams anymore. The halls were echoing with every little sound, like they were trying to make their way to his chambers and mock him for holding his hands over his ears. But the garden, the garden had always made him feel safe.

The flower he’d been trying to pick  ( trying to weed it out from the rest )  had been in the worst possible spot. No matter how careful he was, slowly weaving his hand in and around all the 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒, the back of his hand was riddled in small, dark, pulsing cuts. He didn’t know why he was so focused on it, why he needed it gone, free. But the hurricane of doubt and taunting was storming down in his mind. He needed to distract himself, he needed this flower. But every time he moved his fingers, he was pulling them back out with a hiss and 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 flurrying inside of him.

@faeblcssed​   /   liked this for a starter !