rosie holt.
do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.one of his.
❛ it’s trini , right ? — rosie . ❜ she rushed to catch up with the female , her cherry flavoured lips quirked upwards , a kind gesture to accompany her overly - sweet disposition . ❛ we’re having a party at mine tonight , & i was hoping to see you there —— ? ? ❜ a manicured brow quirked in attachment to her gentle vocal nudge , soft smile never fading from view .