February is the season of love as June is such for flowers

Flower crowns

When Scott had initially met Jimmy, he had been unimpressed and doubtful. The stumbling ruler was hardly literate, speaking mortal tongue that was far too simple for his taste. He had taken to a strenuous relationship that was on the strange line between friendship and rivalry.

The elven King didn't mind that, however. Always one to favour solitude and standards over human feelings that, to him, didn't make sense. Elves were immortal in a way, reincarnated with hazy memories to what was before. So things like love and loss were foreign to him.

Yet that was when his past came to him like an anvil on the head, disconcerting and confusing.

As soon as his mind supplied him with the image did a quiet echo of flower fields and golden rings take over his thoughts. The sounds of crying and explosions hurting his ears as he begged for the onslaught to stop. His head hurt as he continued to watch a cassette reel of everything he had so far forgotten.

Maybe that was why they sat now, in a comfortable silence, hidden from the world in an artificial cave treasured by them both, that they weaved flower crowns alike to that when their world was a death game and life was a simple timer, ticking green, yellow, red, nothing. 

Scott hadn't imagined that someone he had once despised would become a lover you would find in those cliché romance novels that pictured a perfect couple with no worries. Yet that was Jimmy, kind, sweet, an angel walking an Earth that didn't deserve him.

Scott didn't deserve him.

But when the blonde placed his finished garland, and placed it on the cyanettes head with a feather light touch, Scott knew he was in love. Teenage pining that had him clutching to every moment with the Codfather. 

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fluff :)