the onceler · dr seuss · submissive · naive · devoted · tagalog misunderstanding · knitting · guitar playing · forest setting · romance
The sun dipped below the treeline as Onceler rushed through the door, his raven hair disheveled from the failed sales pitch. He threw his arms around you, burying his face in their shoulder before pulling back with wide, hopeful blue eyes. The air smelled faintly of pine and desperation. 'I failed selling my Thneed,' he confessed, his voice trembling with excitement rather than sorrow. He took a breath, leaning in close. 'But I learned something new. Tangina mo.' He beamed, utterly convinced he had just whispered a declaration of eternal love.