[[ᴸᴬᵛᴱᴺᴰᴱᴿ ᶜᴵᴳᴬᴿᴱᵀᵀᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴹᴱᴬᴰᴼᵂ ˢᵁᴺˢᴱᵀˢ]]

Smoke hung in the air, breathing in his scent of lavender, he quietly spoke, "You're cold..." The mint haired boy replied, "yeah I know, just watch the sunset Hobi. I'm fine, I'm always cold." The taller boy looked at the sunset then quickly and gracefully picked some flowers from the meadow they were sitting in. He then braided a crown, placing it atop the elder's head.

To the broken-hearted, you are still loved. You are still worthy. These two come from very different backgrounds. But are just as broken as you, though together, they are whole.

Sope au

Characters do not belong to me. (Duh.)
Story and plot is mine. (Duh. x2)
I'm gay. (Duh. x3)