[LEON] seen it in my blue eyes

[PRIMROSE B.]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] The fruits of her labors weren’t often worth the toil. She had amassed quite the collection of coveted treasures, some were easily acquired and others put her life at risk. On the tiny peninsula she had come to call home (at least for a few centuries), she hadn’t met with much of a challenge while procuring hidden valuables. She had to deal with dangerous terrain at most. It was never much of a problem though. Unfortunately, she seemed to be having terrible luck. She found the treasure she sought in the end, but only after a bad fall. One wrong step had cost her footing on the steep hill and she slide down the hillside. Branches tore at her skin and rocks battered her delicate skin as she fell. She had clawed at the ground, hoping to find hold. Primrose eventually caught herself on a sturdy branch. The damage was already done. She had to find another path up the hill, limping the rest of the way. She was still picking leaves from her hair. Prim ran her hands through her tangled mane, wincing as cuts and hair mingled together for a stinging moment. She hissed in pain. How could she forget the cuts on her hand? There was an overwhelming urge to kick something welling up inside her. It took a bit of effort to squash it, but she would likely snap at the first person she saw on her way back. The young witch was in dire need of a warm bath and maybe a couple weeks of pampering. “This treasure wasn’t worth it.” primrose bellamy made by habbue

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[atrb=valign,top] ✿ tagged: leon words: XXX notes: love me.

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[LEON M.]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true] leon madsen He had worked hard to secure the summer plants would be good for the autumn harvest. All the money he had spent on seeds that he swore wouldn't go to waste, like had happened a few times before. The watermelon and tomato seeds had even sprouted, so he hoped he had not been too late. However, because of the hard work he had been pulling lately, what with not being used to crop farming lately, Leon needed a break. He felt he had waited far too long for one, and he definitely thought he deserved it. But he didn't feel like going to the resort. There were too many people there, as the summer brought in all these different kind of guests from all over. It wasn't just for Primula townspeople only. He had even spotted a suited man with what looked like a briefcase - that could not be one of the townsfolk - when he had docked up at the Lavendula Island at first. Because there were so many people, though, Leon figured he could try his luck at the other island Sepalum sported. He rarely heard about people ever going there, so he thought why not. He was treading around the deserted island as he heard something. Or someone, probably. Without too much care, he stepped around a few bushes and outback, finally coming upon a familiar face. "Hello," he went instinctively. Then, however, he saw the cuts on her hands and the tangled hair. His facial expression remained exactly as it had been, unchanged, but he very quickly - without thinking too much - swooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the backwoods and down to the sandy shoreline where he set her down gently. "Are you okay?" tagged: beautiful primrose notes: can i say -- finally made by habbue