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Remus POV
Evan let out a soft gasp when we reached where I had set everything up in the Imagination. 

He looked happily at me, back at the set up, and then back at me.  He smiled brightly and then took off skipping towards it. 

There was a big lake, looking like something out of a fairy tale.  With beautiful forests and rolling mountains in the background. 

There was a big willow tree, next to the lake.  It's branches hanging over a small section of the water.  Everywhere, there were wild flowers of all kinds. 

I laughed gently, watching as Evan happily skipped ahead of me to the willow tree.  He ducked between the branches, disappearing from my sight. 

I quickly followed him behind the overhanging branches.  Sunlight flickered down between the branches, creating dappled shadows everywhere. 

Evan turned to me with a huge, happy smile on his face.  I couldn't help but blush. 

"Oh my goodness Remus, this place is amazing!"  Evan squealed, bouncing on his feet. 

"Glad ya like it Buttercup." 

"What is this place?" 

"The Imagination."  I told him.  "Roman and I have complete control over this place.  Whatever we want can exist here.  There's different versions of the Imagination, like Daydream Mode.  There's also the Kingdom of Dreams, but that's more Roman's domain.  I haven't been there since like a few years after the split." 

"Would we ever be able to go there?"  Evan asked.

"Probably,"  I answered.  I moved and stood next to Evan, pulling him down to the ground with me. 

We sat in the flowers up against the tree.  The willow branches separating us from the rest of the mindscape.  This was our own little world. 

Seemingly by second nature, Evan started picking some of the wildflowers and braiding them together. 

"Do you know what all these flowers are?"  I asked, noticing how he seemed to only be using certain flowers. 

"Yes,"  Answered Evan, picking a large white flower.  "These are Queen Ann's Lace."

"Looks like lace."  I commented. 

"Well that's why they're called what they are."  Evan laughed. 

"They'd look pretty with blood splattered on them."  I said before I could stop myself.  I think Evan's gotten used to my weird, sometimes gruesome, commentary. 

"Beauty's in the eye of the beholder."  Evan mumbled. 

"I guess you're right in our case." 

"These are Milkweed."  Evan told me, holding out weirdly shaped orange flowers. 

"Milkweed?"  I mumbled, revisiting the urge to say something about how that name could be turned inappropriate. 

"Oh!  This is Bitterweed."  Evan exclaimed, picking a small yellow flower.  "I think it suits you."  He turned and tucked the flower behind my ear. 

I blushed, quickly looking away to hide it.  I smiled at him in thankfulness.  He smiled back before returning to his flowers. 

"These are some of my favorites,"  Evan said, picking a tiny purple flower.  "Long-Spurred Violets."

"Adorable and tiny, just like you."  I laughed gently, making Evan blush profusely.

"That's Goldenrood," Evan told me, pointing at a tall yellow flower. "I wouldn't suggest touching it if you sneeze easily."

"Ooo, these are Bleeding Hearts." He said, moving to grab a small pink flower that very indeed looked like a bleeding heart.

"I like those." I mumbled. "Very gruesome."

"I guess so," Agreed Evan, turning and braiding a string of Bleeding Hearts into my flower crown.

God he's too precious. He's making it harder and harder to refrain from kissing him.

"This is a Garden Phlox, another of my favorites." Evan said, handing me a blossom packed flower head. I held it in my hands, the petals were very soft. It was a beautiful flower, the centers a dark pink, slowly turning to a pale pink as the petals went out.

But my happiness faded as the blossoms started dropping and wilting in my hand. Evan frowned.

"Sorry I kill all your flowers." I mumbled, the both of us watching as the blossoms wintered.

"I don't mind," Evan mumbled, surprising me by leaning against me. "You can't help it."

"Ugh," I grumbled. "Why do I destroy everything?"

Evan scooted closer to me, resting his chin on my shoulder. I unconsciously leaned into his touch. He was warm and comforting. He smells like vanilla and cookie dough.

"You don't," Evan told me.

"But look at it," I argued. "It's ugly now. Like a dead heart. Well those are pretty, this is ugly and dead."

"But together," Evan mumbled, slipping his hand over mine, leaving a small pocket between our palms where the blossoms sat. "We can create something beautiful."

I could faintly feel the blossoms changing. Evan removed his hand, revealing the blossom. Now the flowers were blooming again, but the edges were black as if they were burned.

They were pretty damn beautiful now. Almost as beautiful as Evan.

I need to stop. Evan doesn't like me like that. I can't get my hopes up over someone that will never love me again. No one could love someone like me.

"Remus?"

"Yes Buttercup?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For all this," Evan said with a sigh. "For showing me this place. For yelling at Anger, Hatred, and Jealousy and defending me against them. For listening to all my flower nonsense."

"I don't think it's nonsense." I told him. "It's cute."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I moved a bit so that I had my arm around Evan's shoulders. He leaned against me, seeming to be very content.

I waved my hand and the willow branches moved, bending to my will. Now we could see the lake as the sun set, signaling Thomas was going to sleep.

"Thanks again Remus." Evan mumbled before moving a placing a kiss on my cheek.

I stuffed and blushed heavily, causing Evan to giggle. I stared at him in shock as he repositioned himself against me.

I could still feel the phantom touch of his lips against my cheek. His lips were very soft. I wonder how it would feel to kiss him.

I looked at him, still blushing. The sun reflected off his eyes and highlighting his freckles. God he's fucking beautiful.

I don't know what that kiss meant, it was probably just platonic. His way of thanking me.

Will I ever get over this crush on Evan?

Evan POV
I was blushing heavily, pressing myself up against Remus to hide the blush. Why did I do that?

Why'd I kiss his cheek? Yes, I wanted to. I wanted to kiss him, more then just on the check.

But I don't know if he feels the same. I have no way to know. He's probably just doing all this to thank me for helping him when he was drunk.

We are just to different. It would never work out. I'm too innocent for him, so we don't understand each other. Why would he like someone like me?

He doesn't even know the worst part of me. And I won't let anyone else learn about it.

How do I even like him? All those rumors made me fear him. He seemed like some horrifying, dirty, mean person. Who hated everyone and hurt people.

But then I actually got to meet him. And while in some ways he was what people said he was. He was also very different.

He was still scary, but not in the way that people thought. He was tough and guarded, much bigger than most everyone else. Especially me. But he wasn't mean unless he wanted to.

Well, he seems to be rude to everyone but me. I saw him snap at Anger, Hatred, and Jealousy when they started making fun of me. But I could see that he was trying his best to be nice to me. To tone down his more...demented thoughts around me.

I don't know why though. He probably acts like this to all those other sides he lives with.

But for now, I pushed those darker thoughts away. Sitting here, watching the sunset with Remus, his arm wrapped around me. I felt safe. I felt love.

Corruption POV
I watched in disgust as the two oblivious lovebirds happily sat together under the tree.

I was hiding up in the tree branches, watching them from above. I wanted to jump down and snap Innocence's neck when he kissed Remus's cheek.

But at the same time I was grateful. I can see how much they care about each other. Especially how protective Remus has grown of Innocence.

Congratulations Remus. You've given me all the ammo I need to make you pay for disrespecting me and freeing my Pets.

A/N
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@potaters-noaters THANK YOU SO MUCH

And for those of you interested in drawing Evan, here is a full description of him —

Physical Attributes - wavier hair than everyone else (just because), light freckles on his nose, cheeks, and shoulders, very dainty and tiny, the shortest person in the mindscape
Clothes - flowy white shirt, either light blue jeans or a flowy white just below the knees skirt, soft long light grey cardigan (like one of those long pretty ones that reach past your knees), switches between white converse and white girls sandals (not heeled) with little rubber flowers on them
FLOWER CROWNS - he owns like a ton and I'll always describe them when he wears a new one, but his favorite flower crown is the one with big white begonias and blue forget me nots

Thats all
Till next time xoxoxo
~ Jinxx