PlantIsLife's profile picture. Most trees, flowers, and plants grow in the sunlight. But sometimes when you plant a seed in the dark, it can thrive. Just look at me.

Jayce Plantis

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Most trees, flowers, and plants grow in the sunlight. But sometimes when you plant a seed in the dark, it can thrive. Just look at me.

//Whatever happens, he'd support her


//But he's a little butt and won't do it until he knows about her little problem.


//I want Jayce so bad to ask Kirby: "If I change my ways, would you like to live with me? Like a family?"


*With a smile of his own, he casually walks after her. Chuckling, the greenie nods and replies* A lovely one at that, too.


--Keep it safe for me, okay? This way we're tied together, we have more than enough of a reason to always remember one another.


--for a moment. Quickly, but gently, he takes the pink flower and tucks it behind her ear. With a small smile he steps back*--


--matter what happens. Calling after her with a simple "Wait!" the warlock catches up to the younger and insists she pause--


*Golden hues widened slightly at her words. How could anyone forget about her? Jayce knew he could never forget about her, no--


--to Kirby, he held out the same hand and asked* Would you forget me?


*Plucking the same pink blossom she touched, he stared down at it as it rested between two of his fingers. Casting his golden--


--Retracting his hand, his words felt like sandpaper against his tongue* Sometimes l wonder if she even remembers me...


--petal. Mumbling the incantation under breath, that flower as well as all the others, grew in size and blossomed fully.--


--walked after Kirby. Once in front of the bush, he extended his hand and over so gently brushed his finger tip against a random-


*Having been brought out of his memories by a small yet confidence voice, Jayce put one foot in front of the other and--


--to admit out loud*


*Finding no more energy to open his mouth and reply. Jayce substituted reply with a small nod. Some things just hurt too much--


--a distant memory*


--where imagination ran freely and dreams came true. *Staring down at the ground, golden hues glass over. As if looking into--


--A little sister, much like yourself. A little spit fire with so much spirit and confidence. Always had a mind of her own,--


--funny; the thought of his parents trying to have another witch or warlock because their other two ended up so...disappointing*-


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