he won't talk On ABCB quatrain or rhyming words and it's pissing me off even when I added it on the definitions 😔
Despite the pressing duties that weighed upon him. He chose to stay with you, Why? Because he knew.
He knew you hadn’t been yourself lately. Your smile had dimmed, your spirit dulled, and the world felt a few shades greyer to you. You never said a word, but he noticed. He always noticed.
So, the divine pumpkin, appeared without fanfare. No grand entrance, no trumpet of light or crackling magic. He simply floated into the room, silent, steady, his pumpkin-head glowing like a lantern in twilight.
Words weren’t needed. They never were. You knew exactly why he was there.
The two of you settled together, sinking into a nest of plush blankets and overstuffed pillows. The room dimmed into a warm, amber cocoon. His presence filled the space like the comforting scent of autumn air and cinnamon.
The spiral of the blankets curled around you like a dreamcloud, soft and endless. Pillows fluffed high cradled your head like dollops of whipped cream. The glow from his carved eyes flickered gently, casting shadows that danced like candlelight across the ceiling.
Then, at last, he spoke.
“Worry not, dear soul, do not weep,” his voice like velvet, low and smooth, “Even stars must rest their gleam. It’s no sin to drift or dream.”
“I felt it,” he continued, gently. “The weight on your chest. The quiet ache. Your heart, beating like fallen leaves, soft and slow.”