MYO-2275: Harrow

Karma was nervous. It was his first date with Harrow, and he was already anxious about buying the right kind of chocolates for the bun he loved the most. He knew that Harrow wasn't allergic to anything, but was there anything that he didn't like? He wanted to surprise him, get him something special to show him that he was the most amazing thing in Hell. Even if others didn't see it. Pursing his lips together, Karma stepped forward to the counter to order, face practically...

“No. That’s wrong.” Harrow stopped what he was doing, turning slowly to stare at Primrose. The bun haughtily turned his nose up at Harrow’s stare, even going so far as to sniff in displeasure. Turning his head to look back at the dirt on his gloves, Harrow crouched lower to get a better look at the leaves he was procuring, unsure of how to proceed. He thought he was doing it right, but with the way Primrose wa...

Harrow ran his gloved fingers across the fertile soil in the Heavenly Embassy, head tilting just so as he studied the length of the hole he’d dug before dropping the seeds he was given into the hole, then reburying them.   It was almost a thankless task, if Dove hadn’t graciously accepted his offered help at trying to make others fe...