requested

Coolkidd’s hands, ever so steady and deft, wrapped the delicate stem of the flowers around the wire with practiced ease. the blackened tip of his hands, worked meticulously to knot the stem securely onto the crown. For once, his hands weren’t use for the purpose of violence; instead, they were used in something far gentler, almost peaceful.

it was childish, sitting cross legged like children in an elementary school game, weaving flowers into a fragile symbol of innocence. And yet, it stirred something within him. nostalgia. A faint, aching memory of a time before his world had crumbled beyond repair. Was it so wrong to long for that simplicity? To yearn for a time when life had been bright and untainted? Did he even deserve such a moment? No. Not in the slightest.

And yet… he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed this. Having someone by his side.

The silence stretched between you, broken only by the soft rustling of grass as you fumbled with the wire, struggling to fasten a flower to it. Coolkidd watched, his sharp gaze tracking your every move, and despite himself, he felt his posture slacken slightly. The sight was almost painful…. your clumsy fingers clearly unfamiliar with the craft. Still, he couldn't entirely suppress the small smirk that ghosted at the corner of his lips behind that blue scarf

“I can do it better than you.” he taunted, his voice laced with playful arrogance. Carefully setting his own crown onto the grass, he extended his hands toward you, fingers twitching with the urge to demonstrate. Properly. Effortlessly. (And perhaps… just a little to show off.)