Albeit her speech was like honey to his ears, Andreas did not believe it. He had his reasons, such as being away for too long or not giving Flora the attention that she deserved. Truth was that he did not blame her for a single thing; how could he? He was the one to blame for his absence and distance; there were times when he pondered the fact that maybe she’d be better without him. But, at the end of the day, Andreas would always return to those opens arms and calm embrace.
He glance at her for a second before turning his attention back to the bouquet of flowers. “Of course I have.” The dhampir muttered a few words before falling back into an untypical silence; the more he tried to come up with a nice-looking design, the more he’d fail. He muffled a annoyed sigh and stopped whatever he was doing, hands over the working table and eyes on the wrecked flowers. “Men are wolves. I’m not better, I know, but…” The male trailed off, unable to make sense out of his words. “I’m not always around and that could be a chance for them, I don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m saying.”
⊰ ✿ ⊱ — In the aurora of a brew mist dedicated such warmth and purity, a small predicable of sonder laid warm of isolation. Though time alone was easily convulsed as unpleasant without the warmth of someone she loved, in that time did she never ponder of the fact of loving someone else. Claim she could have so much more without him; SHE WOULDN’T. Claim to find another who could love her so truly; SHE COULDN’T. As for much like the petrichor in which she adored was much like her love for the man she cared for so truly, with or without time passing by.
A floral, dulcimer tone filled with warmth & guidance was sweet paired with the shaking of her head; in order to remind him of his worth. ❛ Andreas? — andreas look at me. ❜ a hand moves to rest on his cheek, doting on his skins softness for a second, orbs veiled due to moon tresses for a moment, taking in a large inhale of air ❛ But you are different; far different from the people out there who’d easily hurt me, man or woman. You see yourself as some monster and believe that’s the same as what i see but it’s not. I see the amazing man who guided me into happiness. I only see the man i’ve come to love. Nobody else. ❜