I let her play with her Collectives, not picking fucking pointless flowers for them. For other men.
Where is my flowers?
Rome approaches the two men and Aster, hovering behind her. He asks, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Accepting a token." One of the men chuckles.
Fuck him.
My Aster. My flower.
"Give them to me," Rome demands.
I don't want fucking flowers.
I want 'her' flowers.
— Jan 02, 2026 03:01AM
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