[ HUM ]: Sender Begins To Hum Soothingly While Spooning With The Receiver.

[ HUM ]:     sender begins to hum soothingly while spooning with the receiver.

so far, it had been a bad day for blamore, and not just an ordinary one. a spectacularly bad one. as with almost all creatures, he feared fire. it was something that both had the capability of completely destroying the flora growing within him and causing damage to his skin after all. blamore was still partially human, though it sometimes didn't feel like it was. and to say that he was grossly unprepared for the audience that he had waiting for him at the site where he planned to give out yet another one of his seeds today? it wouldn't be an exaggeration, unfortunately, and this was all because of the element. of fire. which, was something that it was trying not to beat itself over right now, but that seemed to be something that was hard whenever it was both angry and in pain.

his rage consumed him to the point where blamore didn't even remember that he'd invited eliza over that day whenever he finally managed to get back to his garden. and so, you can imagine it's surprise whenever it came face-to-face with the redhead, after aggressively pushing some glasses onto the floor that were in it's kitchen and put a hole in the cupboard after kicking it multiple times to try to 'let off some steam.' in addition to distracting itself from the pain radiating from its back. blamore's eyebrows completely hiked all the way up as they made eye contact, then, ragged breaths coming out of it's mouth, ❝ eliza, what are you — ❞ that's when he caught the sight of all of the broken glass in the mirror nearby through his peripheral vision. blamore suddenly felt all of the blood rush to its head, and all of his anger fizzled into nothing because it had done that in front of elizabeth.

he didn't know why eliza wanted to stay after that. maybe it was because they had made such a mess out of it's back, she took pity on blamore. elizabeth seemed to want to comfort him now what with how he felt all he could do was cry while he said he was sorry and that he hoped he hadn't scared her; the pain meds he'd swallowed taking their sweet time to go into affect being a factor as to why he was crying as well. now they were up in it's hammock and eliza was spooning him. blamore's sniffles and occasional sobs were the only sounds filling the air for a time, it seemed, but then eliza began humming. his lip quivered for a moment as he listened to her, ❝ aha, you are insane for staying here, you know that? but all the same... i don't want you to leave. it hurts, it hurts a lot. and i'm so sorry i did that in front of you. ❞

RANDOM HEADCANON GENERATOR.

blamore can beat you up and will.

it listens to 80s music.

blamore is an extrovert.

if someone they knew committed a crime, they would cover for them.

blamore watched the sonic movie.

they like board games, but no one else wants to play with them.

blamore is not allowed to drink energy drinks.

they desperately need a hug but don't know it and refuse to ask for one.

blamore is the gay cousin.

it bullies kids on roblox.

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Early October on Dunkard Creek at Mason-Dixon Historical Park. Even with the first frost just around the corner, life abounds along the stream, including: sulphur shelf fungus (Laetiporus sulphureus), more commonly known as chicken-of-the-woods; fall phlox (Phlox paniculata); and the flamboyantly-beautiful New England aster (Symphyotrichum novae-angliae). The park is also at the eastern-most range of the thorny-trunked honey locust (Gleditsia triacanthos), whose common name derives from the sweet taste of its edible fruit pods.

rolland, fall 2011

[heat] - It's hot, and receiver notices how the other's clothes are sticking in all the right places.

perhaps spending time today to further work on building a more proper place to practice all of his sculpture-making wasn't such a good idea, blamore thought. especially considering that eliza had volunteered to help it when the heat outside only got more merciless as time went on. though, to be fair, it was relatively nice in the morning whenever it decided to continue with setting up the walls for it's soon-to-be art workshop. a sigh slipped through blamore's list as he told eliza he was going to get them more lemonade; for, the large pitcher he'd brought out there for the second time? it had all been gone in just about twenty minutes of staying out there.

not to say that that was unreasonable, or anything. the hybrid had in fact sworn underneath it's breath the instant it saw just how hot it was outside from the thermostat. it was a hundred freaking degrees outside! alright, that's it, blamore thought while he poured the both of them some more lemonade except in just two glasses this time; the two of them did desperately needed to call it a day and recharge inside before either or possibly both of them collapsed into a heap. shortly after blamore had gotten outside, though, he couldn't help but notice that the heat had caused elizabeth's clothes to stick to her skin. and in kind of a provocative way.

it suddenly felt it's heart start to beat against it's chest and a sensation that was something equivalent to dizziness filling it's body, which made blamore want to drop everything and kiss her. maybe more in all honesty. and so, he sauntered over to her, before saying, ❝ god's, you are just so perfect in every way, eliza — you know that? it really makes me wonder where you have been all of my life sometimes, ❞ he set down the glasses next to the both of them and let out a playful chuckle, before he very gently embraced the other from behind. blamore just barely brushed it's lips against her neck to make sure she'd be alright with it, ❝ mm, you'd be okay with me kissing you here, yes? because i'd never want to make you feel uncomfortable. ❞

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