#It was simple and adorable and Koya just damn ran with it

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Snowy needs cute after crap days || Always accepting

@salvajecho​ asked:  He gently hands koya some pretty purple flowers he found while doing botany. "These reminded me of you."

Seating herself near the Amaro pens to wait for Zerah had become her regular pastime as of late, rather than sequestering herself away in the Ocular, ensuring that the Exarch did not run himself too much into the ground. It was nicer, more relaxing when she could hear the soft sounds of the animals and felt herself nearly excited with the prospect to see him again. Lessons to read their secret language had been going well, and Koya had found herself more and more eager to see hear his voice.

A brief closure of her eyes during a stretch was interrupted by that serene sound, pale optics revealed to find the man’s visage closing in, his hands filled with violet flora as he encroached. Confusion was clear on her features as he settled beside her, only for her expression to twist into surprise and a crimson flush across the bridge of her nose with the soft utterance.

Sputtering sounds made it past her lips before she shook her head, instead reaching out to take them up into her fingers. Such fragile things, her fingers felt like they could easily destroy the delicate petals, and every fiber of her being screamed to give them caution. Koya wanted to protect them, give them the treatment they deserved, a beautiful gift from someone she could honestly say she cherished.

Speaking more than that would be nearly impossible.

Her gaze dusted them before her tongue flicked over her lips, the edges of her mouth upturning into a smile. “Zerah,” she finally managed out, an airy chuckle leaving her throat. “These…these are pretty, but…you thought’ve…me?” Holding them in her palms, it felt like Koya needed to do something with them. Show that his gift meant more than just something she could easily dismiss. “These, nah, they’re too nice to be like me…Mm…”

She had remembered some girls after the Little Ladies Day celebration had worn the petals along their hair. Lifting the gift up with the utmost caution, she began to carefully weave the stems along the hold of her hair tie at the base of her ponytail. Fingertips cautious and attentive as a goldsmith to their creation, her attention focused on the machinations of her fingers rather than the man in front of her for a few moments, despite how she had always boasted to be unable of such finely tuned tasks. Slowly, each began to fall into place, a shade off from her violet hair, standing out against the locks.

Slowly lowering her hands, the woman’s cheeks still harbored a cherry hue as she tilted her chin away, using it as an excuse to show him more of her hairstyle rather than the embarrassed expression she offered. “…What do you think? That way, uh, I can keep them with me, and maybe…sometime, be pretty and neat like them, huh? Not that I gotta, of course.” She quipped quickly, meeting his gaze with her usual fiery passion. “I already know I’m awesome.” She smiled a little before glancing back towards the ground.

“But…If you like them on me…like that…? I…I’d like to kinda…I dunno, show ‘em off, I guess.”