𝐃𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥💐𝐤.𝐡.

EPILOGUE

a bloom

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The sun was high in the sky, casting its rays onto the awaiting plants below. The young woman walked around the forest with a smile on her face. 

A noise of surprise left her as a certain plant came into her view. It was a pea flower. 

She collected a few and placed them into her wicker basket. 

She continued foraging, finding strawberries, raspberries, dandelions, and mint. By the time she was finished her basket was full and heavy.

With that, she started to make her way home. The trip was short, she hadn't wandered too far into the forest so the small cottage was relatively close. 

Y/N headed straight into the kitchen and sat down her findings. She picked up a match and struck it against the counter before lighting her wood stove. She gathered her plants into a pot with water and allowed them to boil, effectively cleaning it.

She began to cut the strawberries and work on the pie.

After cutting, mixing, and decorating it was time for the pie to go into the oven. The young woman grabbed some wood from the front porch and placed it under the stove, lighting it up with a match. 

She huffed and wiped her hands down with a damp dishcloth. Her eyes drifted around her kitchen, the sight of her wilted basil plant came into view. 

The wilted plant lay on the window sill near the sink. She walked over to the plant and puckered her lips.

She blew.

 A light blow of air caressed the plant. The previously dying flora started to perk up and began to stand tall. 

"Better," she muttered to herself.  

The smell of pie started to waft around the cottage. She sighed before making her way upstairs and into a certain ferrokinetic's room. 

Karl was sitting at his desk with his head buried in a book about clocks and a set of gears sat on the desk in front of him. Y/N walked over to him and lean down, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a kiss against her husband's cheek, "What are you doing?" 

"Making a clock," he calmly answered with his eyes scanning the lines of text, "Thinking about making it a Cuckoo clock." 

Her eyes lit up at his answer, she had been raving about a Cuckoo clock for their living room ever since they built the small cottage. Her arms tightened around him and she placed a flurry of kisses onto his cheek. The small change in his cheeks let her know that he was smiling. 

She unwrapped her arms from him, "I actually got something for you." 

"A strawberry pie?" 

She chuckled, "No," she turned around and walked over to her nightstand pulling a small windable toy out of the drawer, "I made you this."