Vivian stared at the piglin and avian, then down at the photo in her shaking hands. Teardrops fell on the creased and folded paper, making the corners droop as they tried to hold the weight of the salty water. The photo was of her and her little sister when they were little. Little sister by three minutes, but still. "This can't happen again," She whispered in a strained voice, "not after last time. They can't fall in love. I'll kill them."
Thorn blinked her eyes free of sleep, struggling to remember what happened last night. She lifted herself off the ground- wait. This isn't the ground. That's Aster. It all flooded back to her. He told her he loved her, she kissed him, he froze up, she went back to the fire and died inside, he came and sat next to her, they fell asleep. Thorn stood up quickly, waking the drowsy avian. "Wh-wha..?" came the sleepy response. "Wake up, Aster, we need to move our camp. We don't want to see that axolotl again. I don't know why she had beef with you," Thorn added, taking off her jumper and shirt to wash them in the lake. She sniffed her bra. "Gross. Yep, I'll wash that too," she said, to Aster's intense surprise. "What? We barely know each other, I don't want to see that!" He yelped, shielding his eyes. "We literally kissed last night. Also, it's not weird, I'm just washing it. Pack up the camp while I do that, please," Thorn said confidently, moving her clothing around in the lake water.
"I don't even know why we're walking so close to the water anyways, we're literally on the shore. Won't we be easily seen?" Thorn glanced over to Aster, who was shirtless and dragging a large stick in the water. "We would've been travelling in the forest shirt-FULL if you let me wash my clothes, but no, YOU said we had to go, and we were in a rush. So that's what I'm doing," Aster lifted the stick up to reveal his shirt, "washing my clothes." Thorn rolled her eyes playfully and fiddled with the cords on Aster hoodie. "So that's why you made me wear your jumper? To wash your shirt?" Aster glared at her and splashed her with water. "You said you were cold!" Thorn giggled. "Alright, alright." Thorn lifted up the bottom of the jumper and sniffed. "Gosh, that smells good. What kind of scent do you use?" Aster shrugged, wringing out his shirt. "Avians just smell nice, I don't know why," he said bluntly, lifting his shirt over his head and putting it on.
"Can I have my jumper back?" "No." "Please? I'm cold." "It's mine now." "What about.. NOW?" Aster leapt onto Thorn, tackling her to the ground. Thorn squealed as she felt Aster grab her around the waist and move her so he could put the jumper on, but she hung on tight. "There is no WAY you're getting this jumper- oh." Thorn stared directly into the eyes of Aster. He had put her in the jumper in a way he could wear it and carry her at the same time. She was at the front of the hoodie, facing him. "Put your arms around my neck," Aster explained, so she did. Thorn jolted slightly as Aster grabbed her thighs and put them around his waist, holding her legs so she stayed upright. "There we go," he said, shuffling Thorn around a bit until they were both comfortable. Thorn blushed, but went with it, and laid her head down on Aster's shoulder to sleep.
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~+Thorns And Asters+~
FantasíaAster was just flying over the forest region when he was caught in a trap. Thorn has just woken up, not expecting anything exciting to be in today, or her traps. This experience will change both of them like they've never imagined...
