@letmeflower 🌸
“i ain’t ever seen a flower like yours. . .”
she’d say with a hum — leaning over to observe the woman, her lips puckered out ; the eladrin wasn’t the best at giving people personal space, especially if she was interested in something.
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“aintcha jus’ a lil’ charmer!?”
peony would giggle, her hands entwined behind her back — leaning forward whilst looking up at him.
“well— i must be real lucky to have a strong, handsome knight t’keep m’safe! if you wanna see m’handiwork, you can look in the stream right there!”
swaying side to side, she’d look up at the other — tilting her head with a pucker of her lips, brows raising.
“ahh—! really!? you ain’t seen one in a long time!? i see ‘em /aaaaall/ the time! jus’ none like me.”
she’d say with a giggle, a big smile coming across her face
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she was standing way too close to a someone who was a stranger — swaying side to side with puckered lips.
“m’an eladrin! nature-fae-elf ; we ain’t too common here, i think! m’name is peony, but sparkles woulda been a real cute name!” ✨💜
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“mm! that’s real cool! sometimes i wish i was somethin’ crazy like that!”
big, sweet smile — hands resting on her wide hips.
“yer a pretty werewolf! i met one that was like. super ugly a while back — so thought they were all ugly!”
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blinking like a frog.
“you a werewolf or somethin’? i can smell it —.”
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“oop! m’name is peony! like the flower — s’nice to meet you, billy! ohhhh! you’re a knight!? no wonder you’re so handsome~.”
she’d flirt, giggling as she took a few steps back — looking up at him with a grin.
bleh — she’s gained weight. . .
poking at her cleavage that’s practically overflowing from the top of her tabard.














