[ And as Dion carves out a hole, Joshua plants a seed inside of each one, patting the dirt back over it one by one with a gentle, caring touch.
Dion is right, though. If what they call the fallen god can give it power, perhaps the intention and love with which he plants these seeds can make them grow strong and bright. A softer, warmer smile touches his lips as he tucks them into the dirt. ]
You have the right of it, Dion. Then, these will surely grow to be beautiful flowers.
[ Both because he is planting them, and Dion is carving the earth for them. The love of two, because for Dion, he knows that this gift comes from a place of love, platonic or otherwise. ]
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Dion is right, though. If what they call the fallen god can give it power, perhaps the intention and love with which he plants these seeds can make them grow strong and bright. A softer, warmer smile touches his lips as he tucks them into the dirt. ]
You have the right of it, Dion. Then, these will surely grow to be beautiful flowers.
[ Both because he is planting them, and Dion is carving the earth for them. The love of two, because for Dion, he knows that this gift comes from a place of love, platonic or otherwise. ]