Flower

“You were skin and bone when we were like... Ten.”

The words fly carelessly to the wind like everything else. Because it’s 3 in the morning, and both Maes and Chen had struggled to stay asleep with their respective issues, and it’s really not the time for their filters to be working properly. But what’s a better time for an impromptu date than 3AM at the back of your house.

Chen doesn’t really mind, though. She knows it’s more than an absent statement than anything, especially with how husky Maes’ voice came afloat, and how her pale orange eyes stare several miles into the sky.

“Is this the part where you say you miss the good ol’ days?” Chen chuckles, staring down to her girlfriend who’s lying on the grass and wild flowers.

“Nyeh.” She raises a brow. Okay, that’s Maes’ mumbled version of ‘nah’. She hears Maes shuffling around on the grass, before feeling her thinner arms around her hips. “You’re the perfect cuddle size.”

Chen laughs heartily, hovering her hand over Maes’ hair to test if it would be okay. Maes doesn’t react negatively, so she runs her fingers between Maes’ messy locks. It’s gonna be a good day, huh.

“Don’t change,” Maes mumbles again.

“What if I do?”

There’s a thoughtful-though-groggy hum from Maes. “It won’t change that I love you.”

She’s holding in a laughter at this point, listening to Maes bullying her own logic. Still, though, listening to her girlfriend babbling sleepy thoughts with no hold-backs is adorable, and it’s really sweet, actually. She holds her closer, picking a dandelion and presenting it to Maes’ face.

Needless to say, Chen hasn’t expected her to bite the flower off the stem.

“You can eat dandelions,” Maes states, after a solid moment of silence.

“Yeah, I just... I just didn’t expect that.”

“You should try it.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not risking the vegan equivalent of salmonella since I don’t think I’m kind of immortal like you,” Chen argues, ruffling Maes’ hair. Maes scoffs. “Dandellion soup in the morning, though. I’ll consider it.”