(Hahaha, no wonder I can’t focus on writing. I’m so hungry I’m dizzy… But I don’t have much food in the house whoops! Downside to slow weeks at work)
(5/12, lovely nonnie!)
Broken Little Birds (Closed)
“A date…” The Boggan repeated, unsure if he was agreeing with or questioning her. “I am looking forward to this next happening. I would like to get a view of what a real garden looks like so that I may perhaps make one of my own. I am not sure how I would fare with planting. I do not think a Boggan has ever helped things live before.”
He gave a quiet chuckle to himself at the dark humor before following her. After a few steps and her pause, he placed a hand on her elbow, lifting her up somewhat. He presumed she was tired now, their little outing had been nice, although shorter than what she probably wanted. The Boggan was beginning to understand the restlessness that she had when it came to being put up inside. Especially since she was an otherworldly being of sorts. However, as it seemed, even magical spirits get wounded and must be tended to.
“Perhaps it is time to go back inside,” Thistle said softly, glancing around carefully just in case. “Do you require assistance?”
"Well, I’d be glad to help you." She told him softly, glad that he had her even as she hated her own weakness at this time. "I think if any Boggan can grow things, it’ll be you. After all, you just helped me live, right?” She smiled reassuringly at him.
"I’d be happy to give you seeds or cuttings of anything you may want, as well. Except for the tropical plants - they wouldn’t survive the winters here." The cupid adjusted her hands to hold onto his arm so that he was still supporting her, but it didn’t feel as undignified to her, "Assistance?" She wondered if he was asking if she needed carried again. The dizziness had passed, but she had a feeling another wave would hit her. Caused by blood loss, she assumed.
She shook her head, “I think I’ll be fine if I just… You don’t mind acting as a crutch, do you?” Annamore asked sheepishly, surprisingly willing to go back inside now. She proved this by taking a cautious step back towards his den.
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