Concept: A garden of roses. You keep gazing upon them, watching them closely, sometimes even walking among them, caressing them as you pass by. They bring you great joy. You love them, even. The ones that sprout out of the blue, just as much as the ones that have been there the entire time. They're yours, and you are theirs all the same. Sometimes you take great pleasure in taking care of one in particular, tending to it with the utmost care and devotion, all while keeping the rest in your mind, never neglecting them. You're proud of having cultivated such a pretty garden. You get jealous sometimes, when someone comes and plucks one out- but c'est la vie. You'd rather watch them go somewhere that you know they will be cared for, maybe not with the same amount of love that you have for them, but close. Your rosarium is always there for you, when you look out the window at night. When your face is pressed up against the windowpane and the frame rattles from each dull impact. You live for your Rose garden, tending to it, pruning it and making sure it is always looking and feeling its best. (Tags: #Selfcest, reader/alts, palerom, redrom, #nsfw, #rankbait) (did I do this right?) @archiveAddict
bro u had me in tha first half ngl thought this shit was boat botanical majyyks
Oh, yes. Is a Rose by any other name still just as sweet?
Of course. Some roses may be called something else, but they're still within the family.
How fortunate. 💜