"maye Makoto wanted to be a fireman to keep Haru hydrated at all times" I read this and i just had to draw it. ;u;
It’s unappreciative and ‘oh-so very ignorant,’ but as the Dutchman hands me the yellow buds, I cannot help but reach for the purple ones in protest. “They’re imperial in the language of flowers,” I say. “And afflicted in the eyes of the other tulips.” He nods. “Just like you.” I smile tightly. “Yes, just like me.”
A/N: Because I am utterly masochistic, I have taken it upon myself to write the 651 pages of An Imperial Affliction. It’s going to be a long journey. Please tell me what you think!
Chapter one under the cut!
thank you so much!! <3 ;___;