“White. Oh, here’s a pink one. And we gotta add some green to make this look like a proper bouquet…” Claire moves around him from side to side. He feels the overlapping petals of gazanias, the sturdier stem of a black-eyed susan, the downy fluff of crabgrass. They fill the space inside his skull, like an empty vase being adorned with offerings.
from my fic for @seraphcastiel birthday celebration
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