<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/f5/22/caf522daf320ae936586bf88184a1c55.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Kirana Putri Anggraini</strong></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Aphrodite<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Greenhouse<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Chocola (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c6/84/93/c68493f2de37183e778d18d0f1e2743e.jpg), Autumn, Cerise, Elias<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Friday, June 19; Morning<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Serene<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>This comfy, unintentionally sexy combo (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fc/0c/cb/fc0ccb2d2e380c075abbcddfb32e37ae.jpg)<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>None<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kirana put the basket away, pulling off the well-worn gardening gloves and patting her hands clean. She brushed some stray strands of hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ear. She smiled warmly as her attention fell back on Autumn. She took the watering can from her with a soft “thank you” and was already on her way to fill it up at the tap. As she walked, however, she noticed a second voice calling out, and a sharp – albeit small – stab of anxiety tugged at her chest. It was less because of any ill-feelings towards the owner of the voice – Cerise, the Chosen of Artemis – itself and more because of mere<em>instinct</em>. You see, the life she used to live was not the safest, or easiest. She tended to end up in the worst areas, with the worst people, and law enforcement was not something you could go to lest you get arrested yourself. It was a life where you were always looking over your shoulder, jumped at the slightest of sounds, and not knowing whether you would make it to see the next day. But more than that, she had always felt adverse about being…<em>Seen</em>in general. It was strange to say – especially given the way she looked – but she was<em>insecure</em>about how she looked, and how much prejudice her looks had gotten her back in the conservative culture she grew up in. Thus, formed her bad habit of running and hiding herself. It was something she had been working at since coming to Blessed Falls, but it was certainly a work in progress.<br/><br/>That being said, she did let Autumn take the lead for Cerise’s arrival, instead moving to start watering at the far end Autumn had pointed her to. She did listen in on their conversation, however. Wild onions? That would be perfect for a stew, or perhaps diced for a spring roll, onion rings, maybe even a burger! Her stomach growled loudly, announcing itself and rudely reminding her that she hadn’t had breakfast yet! She swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth and banished the images of scrumptious food out of her head. Now, she could have very well just cooked for herself something simple, but, she had skipped breakfast on purpose, and the reason for skipping was none other than-<br/><br/>She paused in what she was doing, cocking the nose of the watering can up to momentarily stop the water from running so she could listen better. She thought she head a familiar grunt. And lo and behold, turning around, she spotted the precise reason why she had skipped breakfast. With his massive size and the large, intimidating dog by his side, he was impossible to miss. Elias was a mountain of a man standing at 6’9 with muscles that could crush boulders with a single flex, and a temper that rivaled volcanic eruptions. His eyes were green like misty woods, burning with a fire of determination and will. Intense. When people saw him, they generally reacted in two different ways; fight or flight. Run away or try to challenge him. Sometimes, both. But her… Well, she saw him a bit differently. Since the first time they met, she thought he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She’d never really been afraid of him. She had always just… Felt sad for him. The fact that no one really wanted to give him a chance, and, he never gave anyone a chance either. But, for some reason, he’d chosen to let<em>her</em>in. Even though all she did was dress provocatively that night when he invited her to dinner and cry in embarrassment when she realized she had sorely misunderstood his intentions. That memory still hurt even now, if not more so, because she knew him better. To think he would<em>ever</em>try to take advantage of her like that… It was just one more thing she’d never really forgive herself for. But this beautiful, tragic man who carried so much… Grief. He let her in and let her see just how beautiful he was on the inside too. Seeing him, her heart felt full, like there wasn’t anything more she needed, or longed for. After all, he’d seen her at her worst, she had told him the lowest points in her life and… There he still was.<br/><br/>She was still embarrassed to think about it, and deep down, she still worried if what she’d told him had changed the way he thought of her before, and, how their relationship would go, but, it wasn’t something that could be helped. But looking at him now, butterflies danced in her stomach and a smile pulled across her lips. She waved shyly at him. She knew she was in love with him, but… She also knew that it would never go anywhere. After all, since the day they met, she’s been nothing but an inconvenience and a worry. She was lucky to be his friend. Her heart ached for him, but if that’s how he would always see her, then that was perfectly okay with her. She was thankful to have become a part of his life. Because of him… She finally<em>belonged</em>somewhere again. As always, he was stunning in his leather jacket and ripped jeans. It was simple, but he made it look as if he had just stepped out of a photoshoot. He could certainly succeed as a model if he really wanted to, but, she knew where his heart really lay, and that was his cooking. Her stomach growled loudly once again seeing that pink picnic bag she’d gotten him on one of her trips – she swore it was almost a Pavlovian response by now – and her mouth had fallen open even before he told her to. The savory smell of spice and freshly cooked crepes wafted into her mouth, and she very nearly drooled as she enthusiastically took a bite, hearing that satisfying crunch and tasting the mind-blowing flavor combination he’d come up this time.<br/><br/><strong>”MMMMMM~!”</strong>She hummed happily, chewing with gusto and finishing the single crepe before she even realized what was happening.<strong>”Eli, it’s so good! Ahh, I’m so hungry!”</strong>Already she was reaching for the lunch box to grab another – she skipped breakfast, okay?! – almost frantically. She wolfed down a few more crepes, humming appreciatively with each bite and every third chew, and any remaining bit of tiredness or sadness or sour mood she had before immediately evaporated into thin air. After downing five or six crepes, she finally let out a satisfied – relieved – sigh, happily taking the spicy hot cocoa and humming happily as she drank it.<strong>”Mmm~”</strong>She giggled happily. His food always made her feel better.<strong>”Ah~ that really hit the spot! As always, of course!”</strong><br/><br/>She looked at him and she resisted the urge to hug him. That would just be weird… Instead, she turned her attention to Fenrir and grinned brightly. Bending down – unintentionally accentuating her form – she began to fuss at the Kugsha.<strong>”Hey there handsome boy.”</strong>She cooed, petting his head and scratching behind his ears and cheeks. After which, she straightened up and beamed at Elias,<strong>”And thank you, I know Chocola is going to be a very excited bunny very soon. She loves your treats! I’m sure she’ll come running once she hears it. Oh! Have you eaten yet?”</strong>Her tone became concerned that, taking out another crepe and offering it to him.<strong>”Let’s go sit somewhere.”</strong>She smiled warmly, and was already looking around to locate the nearest bench when Autumn called out to Elias for him to help. Her heart rate quickened as a surge of protectiveness suddenly came up, and she called back,<strong>”Just a second, Autumn! Elias hasn’t had his breakfast yet!”</strong>She didn’t know that for a fact, of course, but… Well, she just wanted time to sit and chat with him. And with that, she beamed at him, took his hand, and led him along the path.<br/>