#marigold

Knock, Knock." "Who's there?" "Olive." "Olive who?" "Olive...ooh. I love you, too," he said, figuring it out. "You can tell me that one anytime you like." He folded her into his arms. ↗

— Jean Ferris

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#marigold #olive #love

And Phoebe and Sebastian went their separate ways, to the blacksmith shop and the library, after several backward glances that weren't coordinated enough to allow either to know that the other one was looking. ↗

— Jean Ferris

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#glances #jean-ferris #looks #love #phoebe

Phoebe was thinking, Insubordinate. What a lovely word. And when was the last time she'd heard a nice-looking young man use it? Why-never, that's when. What a treat. And to have a ruler who could say conscientious and citizenry in the same sentence. Lovely. ↗

— Jean Ferris

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#lovely #phoebe #thrice-upon-a-marigold #words #love