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She likes Death and admires the ancient woman a good deal. She's only been reaping for a couple centuries and this woman has been at it for who knows how long. And while she has her... suspicions she can't habor any ill will for her. So hearing she wasn't feeling well she felt she had to do something so... she got Death flowers in hopes that a gift might make her feel better. This is an image of her before she drops them off with a note that reads...

"Please feel better soon Death."
And she left it anonymous because Sienna can't face people when she gives gifts and hates for anyone to know she did it at all. Can we talk about how cute she probably looked getting these. Only picking out the nicest plants and looking worried and fretting over giving too much or not enough. //cries for her at Christmas time.

I can't imagine what someone would have to deal with if she liked them. Poor soul would find his bed made and pillows fluffed and laundry immaculate and just never know why or how. She'd just pour all her silly feelings into keeping hsi crap clean. Like... a creepy but efficeint stalker. //crying

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She likes Death and admires the ancient woman a good deal. She's only been reaping for a couple centuries and this woman has been at it for who knows how long. And while she has her... suspicions she can't habor any ill will for her. So hearing she wasn't feeling well she felt she had to do something so... she got Death flowers in hopes that a gift might make her feel better. This is an image of her before she drops them off with a note that reads...

"Please feel better soon Death."
And she left it anonymous because Sienna can't face people when she gives gifts and hates for anyone to know she did it at all. Can we talk about how cute she probably looked getting these. Only picking out the nicest plants and looking worried and fretting over giving too much or not enough. //cries for her at Christmas time.

I can't imagine what someone would have to deal with if she liked them. Poor soul would find his bed made and pillows fluffed and laundry immaculate and just never know why or how. She'd just pour all her silly feelings into keeping hsi crap clean. Like... a creepy but efficeint stalker. //crying