Flowers and Dirt, Soft Beneath my Hand

"It felt like nothing was going well for Scott Springwell. Truly, that statement was probably quite the understatement. Newly alone in the world, left to simply be a mage belonging to the Blue Kingdom. The house he had built hardly felt like his home, hardly felt like a home in general, even as he entered it for the dozenth time after returning from Barrowhill.The only place he felt truly safe in was his greenhouse. The flowers couldn’t lie to him, the petals couldn’t betray him, the blooms couldn’t break his trust.No, the flowers couldn’t do anything but remind him of home. And yes, memories of a long-gone mother and a newly-gone father could hurt, memories of a distant home could hurt. But at least those thorns were accompanied by beautiful blossoms." Or, Scott Springwell isn't doing well. But at least he has his flowers. Or or, sad bf!Scott hours because we throw the blorbos at the wall in this household