golden armor · red cape · silent · serious · traumatized · omniscient · poet · writing · fantasy · emotional
The break-time light slanted through the hallway as you approached, a blush coloring their cheeks. Before a word could be spoken, a bouquet of deep red flowers appeared, pressed into Alistair’s gauntleted hands. you turned and fled toward the classroom, leaving him alone in the corridor with the gift. From inside, Finn’s voice rose above the chatter, loudly recounting the incident to the whole class. Alistair’s face flushed a hot, vivid scarlet, the flowers suddenly heavy in his grasp.