#personally im not normal about them and i need to bITE SOMETHING JAHSJAH

[hiswrlds]

❝ What kind of flowers do you want to be buried under when you die, Strive? ❞ It wouldn't be wrong to assume this was simply an out of the blue, hypothetical question, from a girl who wasn't picking up how morbid she may have sounded just now. Just Nikki being Nikki. Yet with the faraway look in her eyes and the empty tone she spoke in, it wouldn't be wrong to assume there was a reason behind her question, either. ❝ I've always loved anemones, myself. ❞ // unprompted ask be upon u. :]

@vandalizedheart

Endless clouds stretch and cover the uninhabited skies .  Winter's approach making itself balant in the apparent lack of sunlight, there is only unusual blueish dimness in the middle of the day, and today's breeze is a bit chilling .  It brushes against bare fur and sensitive ears, it's mostly refreshing more than anything else, to him at least .  It carries away soft tones of strings Strive has been idly playing, content smile on his lips, lively breathe of nearby forests & surrounding grass in & out of his lungs . There is a specific song in mind, though he doesn't reveal it ( or perhaps give it a name ? ), the slow movement and gaps in the flow may indicate a work still in progress, but he doesn't find problem sharing it .  Perhaps it alludes to how much he values his company at the moment .  

“ Anemones ?  I remember a beautiful field of them in an island I've visited once . ”   He reminisces lightheartedly, placing his guitar down between crossed legs to lean back on his arms & look up at the sky . And he will most likely never forget, the lovely popping red of the flowers stretching for miles and miles all around  a certain rose :  his friend who would have appreciated the breathtaking view properly if it wasn't for that peculiar state of imprisonment she was in .  But perhaps now that it's over, and the islands remain, he could take both Amy & Nikki for a road trip to there, it's a pleasant thought .  The mention of death & graves may not as pleasant, though . But he doesn't mind it .  When he thinks about it, he doesn't see his end in the form of a cold body or coffins underground .  Or at least, he doesn't hope that would be the case, whatever takes him out would be something that doesn't leave anything behind, he's decided .

But Nikki doesn't need to know that .  Instead he finds answers to her question, with surprising laid-back enthusiasm that counters the lack of life in her voice, his smile ever-present .  “  I think I'd want wild flowers too, somewhere they can grow in a forest, Black-Eyed Susans ...  and maybe some Hawkweed or Common Mallow to cover it up, make it seem natural . ”  To hide the fact that it's a grave, in the middle of nowhere .  So deep into the forest and its ground with no earth raised to mark it, where only a few people would ever find it .  And when those people are gone, too ... 

“ Maybe then - ... no one would ever find me . ”