this is a NEW LAYOUT of mine. weeeeeee.
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illusion three, week two: love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes
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WEEEEEEE. my boy. :D
liam is a shy and quiet one. he spends his time wandering amidst the moss green forest, befriending the dear animals as they kindly follow him. many times, he sees tallulah sitting upon the branches of her dream tree, though often she is lost in such wondrous oblivion that she never seems to notice him gazing at her unless he speaks up. after having his heart shattered countless times, liam feels as though everybody sees right through him, as though he is a sad, invisible meandering soul. he tends to shy away from everybody except for tallulah, his only friend alongside the forest animals. the only thing keeping him happy is picking lovely little flowers in the early warm morning and leaving them as gifts upon tallulah’s tree, and seeing her placing them in her locks with a blissful, rosy smile. you can find him in a secret, empty little meadow tucked deep in the forest, dreaming awake.
▲ innocent face always with a small smile/ chestnut brown hair sweeping above his twinkling light moonlight blue eyes/ not very tall/ strong, but not very muscular
once upon a time, i await quietly for liam winterwood by my dream tree. he delivered a note to my chambers, promising he would find me here.
i had met him merely a week ago, yet our friendship had grown quite extraordinarily. i was settled upon the hearty tree, my eyes gazing towards the radiant blue sky, cloudless that day. i noticed a trail of dear animals, and wondrous of their intentions, and i followed them. and then i saw a boy ahead of the line, who was strolling pleasantly, his hands dug lazily in his pockets. i tapped his shoulder, and he turned, rather startled. and our friendship began.
"tallulah," i hear his familiar voice.
my rosy lips smile, and i hug him.
"liam!" i giggle, "you’re late."
he nods, and eyes the few delighted animals who had followed him here.
"i met a rabbit," he tells me, gesturing to an adorable brown rabbit, hopping in circles in a silly manner.
"ah," i say, "what a sweet bunny!"
i fall gracefully to a crouch, and my fingers stroke the crown of fur atop the creature’s head.
"to the meadow?" he asks. the secret meadow he had shown me is such a serene, peaceful place to be amidst.
and without a word, a butterfly floats heavenly by, landing on my dainty finger.
liam grins, and says, "the butterfly is so.."
"lovely," i finish, smiling happily.