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 Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2023 11:21 pm
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xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Greenhouse
xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Nim, the Guardian Angel
xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Saying Goodbye
xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's too soon to lose you...
Aspen wasn't even entirely sure she was focused enough to actually look at Nim, her normally bright eyes dark with the weight of her grief. Soft hands held her chin and wiped away the river of tears from her face. She sniffled a bit, looking into those familiar gold eyes and more tears formed along her lashes. Nim tried to comfort, tried to say everything was okay, but he simply got the smallest shake of her head, barely enough to make tangled brunette hair shuffle. Her gaze fell to the ground, even as Nim did his best to hold her head above the proverbial water.
After opening her hands, showing the cause of her grief, Nim moved to help hold her hands up; to help keep Flik safe in his final rest... He said the name and it broke Aspen all over again, a loud sob ripping through her shaking form. Air was a struggle, the young woman on the verge of hyperventilation. Even though she knew there was nothing that could be done here, her heart panged and hoped beyond hope that Nim could somehow make everything better. Instead, he simply pulled her in close, her head resting on his shoulder. He rested his head against her messy hair, whispering a sorry to her. Her tears fell faster, soaking into his jacket as all her pain poured out. With a sob-broken voice, she whispered out
"he can't be gone, Nim..."
{{Wearing :: Garden Clothes}}
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ
Sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ
Sᴏ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ɴᴏɪsᴇ, ᴋɪss ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ʙᴏʏs
Oʀ ᴋɪss ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ɢɪʀʟs ɪғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ
Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ
Rᴏʟʟ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴊᴏɪɴᴛ, (ᴏʀ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ)
Jᴜsᴛ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs
Cᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡɪɴ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏsɪɴ', ʏᴏᴜ 'ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛ 'ᴇᴍ
Jᴜsᴛ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ 'ᴇᴍ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴏɪɴ 'ᴇᴍ
Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2023 9:05 am
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Death doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
Pureblood | Parselmouth | Gryffindor Alumnus | Heir of the Siddall Estate | 25 Years Old
Owner - Bouquets & Bowtruckles | MagiScouts Instructor - Culinary and Gardening☁ Winter 2059 ☁ Aspen & Reggie's Greenhouse ☁ With: Aspen☁ Wearing: Winter-ish ☁ Status: Oh no...═══════════════════X♫X♏X♥X═══════════════════ Here Nim thought he could get away from the prospect of death for an afternoon. That was fine, though. He couldn't have been more thankful for his bad timing. The idea of Aspen having to deal with this by herself was just horrible. There might not be much he could do, but at least he could be there for her. She wouldn't have to go through this alone. Nimbus would stay by her side for as long as she needed him.
Nim held on tight as Aspen's sobs wracked through them both. He brought a hand up and stroked her wild hair, doing everything he could think of to help soothe her. She cried, denying that he could possibly gone, but he knew she knew as well as he did that was the reality of their situation. "You loved him sooo much... I know..." He spoke, barely above a whisper. "You gave him such a good, long life. Full of laughter and adventures, and he was so loved. More than any other bowtruckle in the world. It's more than anyone could ask for." When Nim pulled his head back, it was to kiss her on the temple. "I know that doesn't make parting hurt any less... But that ought to count for something, don't you think? He was so happy with you. Even... Even if he's not here, you're always going to have that."
════════════════════════════════════════════════ We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I'm willing to wait for it
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2023 1:27 am
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xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Greenhouse
xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Nim, the Guardian Angel
xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Saying Goodbye
xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's too soon to lose you...
Aspen felt her body shudder, a shiver of winter seemingly sapping all her normal warmth and replacing it with bitter cold. Nim was still here, still warm... Green eyes opened a bit, making out the blur of his jacket through tear-blurred eyes. He wrapped his warm arms tighter around her, letting her head drop into the soft contours of his body. Her own arms drooped, knuckles resting against the rough denim of her overalls. Her tangled hair was brushed back, such a soft, tender gesture for someone that felt entirely in tatters.
Nim whispered about her love for Flik, and she nodded faintly, the movement making her neck ache. Nim spoke about how she'd given her littlest friend a long and happy life, how Flik was loved more than any other bowtruckle in the world. He paused his brushing of her hair to lean back and gently kiss her atop the head. He tried to make her brain see reason, that the fact that Flik had been happy should count for something in the twists of life. She would, indeed, always have the memories of her time with Flik, from her first day at school, to her friendships, even to her wedding day.... and those sweet, soft memories felt so jagged and sharp now. Green eyes blinked slowly, pushing out another wave of tears to cascade down her cheeks.
"How am I supposed to carry on without him, Nim? He's always been here... always... but not anymore. He's gone, Nim..."
{{Wearing :: Garden Clothes}}
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ
Sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ
Sᴏ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ɴᴏɪsᴇ, ᴋɪss ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ʙᴏʏs
Oʀ ᴋɪss ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ɢɪʀʟs ɪғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ
Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ
Rᴏʟʟ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴊᴏɪɴᴛ, (ᴏʀ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ)
Jᴜsᴛ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs
Cᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡɪɴ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏsɪɴ', ʏᴏᴜ 'ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛ 'ᴇᴍ
Jᴜsᴛ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ 'ᴇᴍ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴏɪɴ 'ᴇᴍ
Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs
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