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TWO, PIERIS RAPAE
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THERE WAS NOTHING more Fleur loved in the world than to spend time with Dean. Just being next to him was enough for her, whether the time they spent was in silence or pure laughter, it didn't matter as long as he was there. The special moments they had shared over the years were the memories she'd treasure in her heart till death.
The warm sun was beginning to emerge from the sky. Its rays of light kissed their soft skin as they laid under the large tree in the cool shade.
The grass moved to the rhythm of the wind and brushed against the young girl's bare legs (who was laying in between her father's arm and torso). Fleur watched him draw one of the many detailed butterflies that filled the man's journal each labeled with made-up names, and with every stroke of the wooden pencil, the butterfly was slowly brought to life. The wings were illustrated with distinctive patterns and shading that gave them more depth.
They originally came out here so Dean could give extra lessons to Fleur on how to write and read because like most children, she's gotten the privilege to learn. Which she was grateful for. She could read bits and pieces with no problem.
Dean's fingers were stained gray from the led due to using them for the blending of his art. It didn't bother him though, his tongue rested on the side of his mouth in between his lips- expression as calm as ever. When he wasn't on missions with the scouts and fighting for his life he took advantage of the off days to simply relax. Anyone would.
A hobby he picked up during his small breaks was drawing butterflies. Ever since he laid eyes on the majestic insect he wanted to keep that memory of it so wouldn't forget. And when he learned that there was more than one kind of it he yearned to learn as much as he could about them. They were such interesting creatures to him.
Fleur never quite understood his fascination with the insects, they were beautiful that was obvious. But out of everything why butterflies? Why not flowers? They were beautiful too. She guessed it didn't matter why, he was passionate about it that seemed like enough of an explanation.
