#mouseswriting

[little-mouse-gardens]

Wrote this the other day. Mostly A random blurb for a Donnie x reader one shot I wanted to make. I No clue where I was going with it

Tw : mentions of blood

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He was so….mysterious.

An enigma. His mind a puzzle so unique that, even after wandering through this maze like place for days, he was the only being that you encountered that you just couldn’t get a read on.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly poked your head around the corner. Observing him carefully from the quartz pillar you hid around as you heard him tinkering with something in the expensive space. The fluttering of colorful butterflies and an odd assortment of moths you couldn’t quite recognize fluttering peacefully around all the plants that hung from the glass ceiling.

So serene…too serene in your mind.

Why did everything feel so thinly veiled?

Like something more disturbing lay beneath this paradise your mind could barley scratch the surface of

There was this peaceful yet focused expression on the soft shells face as his hands fidgeted with the golden sheets of metal flexing between his claws. His goggles flipped back up to reveal this soft sparkle in his eyes. The tattoos of flowers and moths delicately inked into his jade scales. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing with every twist of a wrench or every pull of the forceps around golden wire.

There was a beauty to his craft, you could give him that. The little movements combined with the sheer amount of detail he was putting into something as simple as a necklace was quite admirable, especially to a fellow craftsman like yourself.

Yet a part of you knew there was something more dangerous to him that met the eye…..after all who the hell just has a random pool of blood in their garden-

“well, I was wondering when on earth you were going to show yourself again” he called out, his voice as smooth and honeyed as ever. Swiveling around in the chair made from woven vines and branches to face your direction. Head propped up by one of his hands as he sent a few flowers your way with a flick of his claws. A almost tender smile on his face as he tried to beckon you to him, “welcome to my humble abode, my sweet lilac”

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