Event Twenty-Five.

[awashmods]

I'd like to creep into the wood And see the bonnets blue, And hear the bluebells ringing loud, I wish I could -- don't you?

t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands. It's probably fine. Don't mind it at all. It's not like it's hard to ignore a little flower. (At least, not until the effects start to kick in. Better go rescue the people in the well before they do.) Oh, right. Even the people in the well have flowers, so... things are going to be a little ridiculous very quickly, when all of those side effects kick in. Have fun! Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[pyrafect]

[ And I, you.

Three words spoken with a smile in return, spoken freely to her, for her, as if he's already given her everything in the world to her in return. And he might as well have for the way her eyes light up with surprise and hope and excitement and--

And she feels light, she feels weightless, she feels like the clouds above, soaring, and she wonders what is this feeling that could be so wonderful--

The answer comes a moment later when his hand lays over hers at his cheek as if to keep her touch there: happy. She feels... happy. Happiness, joy, excitement, breathlessness, all incurred by three words and the sincerity in which he speaks them, the softness in which he looks at her, the tender touch that his gloved hand presses into hers. ]