Astral SSPC Entry~

Shipping Contest Entry for which can be found here .:Astral:. 

Astral: I look ridiculous! Why did I even let you put this on me in the first place?! -_-
Lark: I think you look lovely!~ And you smell nice too~ ^u^

Name: Larkspur (Lark) [original can be viewed here Adoptable]
Age: Young Adult
Sexuality: Hella gay
Talent: Plant Weaving (especially with flower crowns) 
Interests: He's a big plant nerd especially with flowers and loves beautiful things. Whether they range from flowers to art to music. 
Dislikes: Blood, has claustrophobia, clowns (another phobia), and some kinds of bugs (HATES CENTIPEDES)
Why They'd like Astral: Lark finds his reclusive bookish tendencies adeering (pun intended) and his kindness just helped Lark enjoy his presence even more as he was often bullied for his appearance and sexuality. He likes helping Astral to stop sometimes and just smell the roses. To appreciate the beauty in nature and their surroundings. Lark will often drag Astral outside when he's been studying for too long and have him sit in a reclusive meadow where they just talk and enjoy the sun and flowers. (Sometimes snuggles ensue.) 
How'd They Meet: Lark was out one night trying to gather a very rare type of flower that only blooms when certain planets line up and wound up getting lost. He began to wander and call out for help, hoping that someone could hear him. While focusing on listening for noises and calling, he wound up twisting one of his ankles badly. Now limping through the forest, he started to cry from panic and his shouting more frantic to the point where he was starting to lose his voice. Astral heard him while observing the stars for an astronomy project he was working on and ran towards the cries. Upon finding Lark, he helped calm him down and guide him back to town. A few days later, Lark (mostly healed) came to find Astral and thank him properly for rescuing him by shyly asking him out on a date and giving him one of the flowers he was looking for that night. 
They appear to look just like glowing stars. And if prepared correctly, will not die. Which, unbeknownst to Astral, is what Lark did to the flower he gave Astral.