"I could write a thousand and one words to describe all the things I’ve seen in my life. I could, but to my belief, using a thousand and one words is a bit over-used. I think there are many other ways I could tell you. I should know, I lived long enough to learn that." This could be a letter, a list, a story, or a book filled with prompts, it really isn't for me to decide. But a thing I do recommend is: pay close attention because you can't make a bouquet out of a single flower.

A White Bouquet

If she said she didn’t repeat the playlist given to her at least thrice, she would be lying. All the songs were cheerful and motivated her. They made her forget and they made her dance. Her mood got better and she worked better. Even her two brothers noticed that. That who made no requests to the eldest to play the piano spent her free time with her brothers and her best friend, dancing with adaptations of the songs that the winged hero provided. Smiling. 


She didn't know if it was because of the songs, or the fact that Theodosia was the one who made the playlist, still she enjoyed the melodies very much dearly. 


This time she was dancing with her best friend, while the fingers of her eldest brother, Indigo, danced on the piano keys. 


“I invited her out.” The one with red hair mentioned as she made a stop with the last note. The one with dreadlocks stopped on her tracks, her eyes lighting up. Klaus stopped his reading and smiled. 


Ipomea