🌸 flower boy 🌸 [various twisted wonderland x reader]

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TERMINOLOGY: en pointe ~ when questioning a dictionary it will mention 'when a ballerina dances on the points of their toes' for a more in depth explanation, en pointe usually refers to when a ballerina dances on pointe shoes that allow them to dance on the very tips of their toes. Pointe shoes are especially made to give the ballerina support when they dance en pointe.

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His chest slowly rose up and down as he lay in his restful slumber, blissfully unaware of the coffin that confined him inside its small space. The timid male's bouquet rested against his stomach like the flowers held by the deceased, rising along in tandem with his steady breaths.

As the moments passed, he eventually regained consciousness, blinking away the initial droopiness of his eyelids as he took in his surroundings.
It was only when he tried to shift into a more comfortable position that he realised just how tight of a space he was squeezed into. A realisation that made his previously calm disposition disappear, as his heart began picking up speed and panic set in on his once tranquil mood.

Memories began to flood back into his sleepy mind, of the strange horse and entering that ominous carriage. But it didn't make the situation any better, as his mind began to spin in a flurry of memories and questions, mixing them together until they were an unintelligible mess of fear and fact.

With hurried movements, [name] searched blindly in the dark for some kind of opening, /anything/, that would help him escape from the claustrophobic space. With one hand investigating the soft fabric that lined the inner walls of the coffin, while the other held the bouquet close to his chest as if it was his only source of comfort.

But all movement came to a halt when a loud noise similar to a squeaking door rang through his ears, making the timid male freeze like a deer in headlights.

"Crap! People are coming, gotta get a uniform while..." A muffled voice could be heard through the coffin's surface, causing the flower boy's hands to start trembling as the light pattering of feet neared his enclosed person.

Air seemed to get stuck in his throat as he slowly inched away from the sound of footsteps, his hand coming up to block his mouth and nose in an attempt to prevent any noise from escaping.
However, a small squeak of fear couldn't help but spring out from between his fingers, as the wall in front of him shook from an unknown impact.

"Dammit, the lid is too heavy." The voice spoke up again, letting out a growl of frustration. "I guess it's finally time for my secret move."

Secret move?...
The interesting choice of words made the timid male's tension lessen if only slightly, as his expression shifted into one of confusion rather than fear. However, before he could grow comfortable for too long, the walls around him suddenly grew boiling hot to the touch, making him flinch away as panic returned to claim him once again.