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MARS ♂ ; passion, action, desire
aggression.
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KEY
∝╬══→ tw: slight obsessive behavior, fighting, allusions to stalking.
∝╬══→ y/f/f - your favorite flower
∝╬══→ y/f/s - your favorite scent
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LOCATION THE DREAM SMP.
ENSURING THE DOOR WAS SHUT and locked behind you, you walked out from your house, a basket settled within the crook of your elbow and head raised high. you intended on fetching some materials and resources, doing some errands for yourself and other people. you remembered niki mentioning she needed an extra ingredient for baking and tubbo apparently wanted a new trident. i guess today is the day i'll be nice to everyone. you mentally joked, prancing about the empty field into a forest.
you ended up stumbling upon a flower field, feeling rather joyous at the site of the flowers rustling from side to side in the breeze [say hello to gardener again]. it reminded you of hannah's rose fields. you cautiously treaded into the field, making sure you didn't disturb any of the flowers nor the bugs buzzing around that were searching for pollen. you picked some flowers out—enough to make a bouquet—and placed them in your basket, smiling down at your first accomplishment of the day. this would be good to use for flower crowns. you thought to yourself, examining the flowers you just picked out and thinking about spending more time with niki.
as you stepped out from the flower field, watching two dragonflies passing by, you ended up bumping into something while not paying attention. you whipped your head around to be met with someone's chest, having to crane your head up to see their face. "why hello there. i see you've picked out some roses hm?" your eyes widened upon the site of wilbur soot—not the one that you were fond of back at the smp. the one that stopped you when you were getting out of las nevadas. the one that tried to manipulate you with the same smile he has plastered on his face right now. you watched him bring his hand up to his hat-less head, the little white streak in his hair stretching out the more he brushed it back with his fingers.
he smirked as he witnessed you staring, prompting him to reach into his pocket and take out a beautiful red rose. he slowly reached out and gently tucked it in your hair, letting his hand linger beside your face. "ah. your cheeks complement the rose very well." wilbur pointed out, chuckling smoothly. you didn't realize your cheeks were feeling rather warm, making you turn away in shame. wilbur shook his head at this response and immediately took your chin by his fingertips, directing your head to face him again. he leaned closer to your face and let out a warm breath, making you smell that familiar scent of cigarettes and coffee that seemed to complement his demeanor perfectly. "why don't we go on a walk, little dahlia? you seem tense." he offered in a hushed tone, making your spine shudder.
