Welcome, My Flowers

Life in the forest had become lonely. He hadn’t seen anybody in a while. Which was not all too odd, mortals move on with their lives after all. And winter had set in, covering his beautiful forest in a blanket of glittering white. In his deer form, he blended right in. The pure white of his fur kept him hidden and comfortable as he went about his business, checking on the animals that were hibernating and blessing their sleep. Though he did feel at the back of his mind someone entering his forest.

Sleeping for so long was always a problem for when Rusa woke up. The small god groaned as he cracked his eye sockets open. His antlers were still thanking from their stone case. He looked down, smiling when he saw the vines that had wrapped protectively around him while he slept. Gently lifting them off himself and setting them down, he thanked them.

His small hands are fidgeting with the other’s jacket, his concern for the other growing. He really wasn’t supposed to talk about the afterlife with mortals but really how could he deny his lover.

“You’ve been to limbo? Tallow? You died??”

His eyes searched the other, looking for any indication that he might be pulling his leg but....why would Tallow joke about something so serious? Rusa pet his cheek, small hands caressing the other in what he hoped was comfort.

“You’re very lucky to be out of there....”

The skeleton let a soft probably very expensive blanket materialize in his hands from his temple. It was one that was left to him as an offering but Tallow probably needed it more right now. He draped the blanket around his boyfriend, eyes sad as he watched.

Life in the forest had become lonely. He hadn’t seen anybody in a while. Which was not all too odd, mortals move on with their lives after all. And winter had set in, covering his beautiful forest in a blanket of glittering white. In his deer form, he blended right in. The pure white of his fur kept him hidden and comfortable as he went about his business, checking on the animals that were hibernating and blessing their sleep. Though he did feel at the back of his mind someone entering his forest.

Sleeping for so long was always a problem for when Rusa woke up. The small god groaned as he cracked his eye sockets open. His antlers were still thanking from their stone case. He looked down, smiling when he saw the vines that had wrapped protectively around him while he slept. Gently lifting them off himself and setting them down, he thanked them.

His small hands are fidgeting with the other’s jacket, his concern for the other growing. He really wasn’t supposed to talk about the afterlife with mortals but really how could he deny his lover.

You are my Sunshine — German Woodlands —October 2k18

Sleeping for so long was always a problem for when Rusa woke up. The small god groaned as he cracked his eye sockets open. His antlers were still thanking from their stone case. He looked down, smiling when he saw the vines that had wrapped protectively around him while he slept. Gently lifting them off himself and setting them down, he thanked them.

“Hey are you okay?”

“If you mean the afterlife then yes. I do know what it is like. Me and Death are actually good friends, we hang out some times even”

He smiled at the other like that was a perfectly normal thing to say.

Sleeping for so long was always a problem for when Rusa woke up. The small god groaned as he cracked his eye sockets open. His antlers were still thanking from their stone case. He looked down, smiling when he saw the vines that had wrapped protectively around him while he slept. Gently lifting them off himself and setting them down, he thanked them.

“Hey are you okay?”

Sleeping for so long was always a problem for when Rusa woke up. The small god groaned as he cracked his eye sockets open. His antlers were still thanking from their stone case. He looked down, smiling when he saw the vines that had wrapped protectively around him while he slept. Gently lifting them off himself and setting them down, he thanked them.

“Glad to hear it—or. See if I guess”

Rusa nuzzled the other, humming.

Sleeping for so long was always a problem for when Rusa woke up. The small god groaned as he cracked his eye sockets open. His antlers were still thanking from their stone case. He looked down, smiling when he saw the vines that had wrapped protectively around him while he slept. Gently lifting them off himself and setting them down, he thanked them.

The small god had awoken not all the sooner than his lover had entered the forest. The first signs of winter starting to settle in. His robes dragged softly on the snow covered ground, though he didn’t feel the cold. What he did feel, however, was the familiar presence of…Prise!

He grinned widely, settling himself down in a soft patch of snow, glittering along with the chains and jewels on his antlers. He waited, just outside his temple for his lover to arrive.

The first little signs of winter were nice. It wasn’t full-on snowy winter wonderland like Snowdin was, so it was a nice change of scenery, but it was still pleasantly chilly, with enough snow he felt comfortable. Summer was not something he was used to, and given that he liked to wear baggy sweaters, he often felt overheated. This, this was nice.

His steps were slow as he approached the shrine, bracing himself for yet another bout of disappointment and grief. But… he saw sparklies. Lots of sparklies. Familiar antlers, a wide grin…

“RUSA!”

His voice was high in shock, and he clamped down on his lollipop with his teeth to rush forward, surprised, delighted, relieved.

“MY DEER! YOU’RE AWAKE!”

He practically tackled the deity, hugging him tight, his bones shaking slightly. Purplish tears started to well up in his sockets. He was so relieved. So happy.

“I missed you too my flower!”

He nuzzled into the other, breathing in his scent.