Mar 16, 2017
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pal botanicalglutton made this gif for me so naturally I have to make it 9x more scary
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Itβs strange sometimes, the idea that he died once. Thereβs no scar where the hydra hurt him, no signalment of the fight he once lost, but sometimes it hurts regardless. Piercing pain bringing emotional agony and causing a downward spirals of what ifβs. Because if Lyria hadnβt been there, then heβ
He didnβt remember much between supposedly dying and summoning Bahamut, fainting from the exhaustion once Zinkenstill could be considered safe. There was the memory of floating and of grasping Lyriaβs hand, his one and only personal knowledge that he had indeed died. And as odd as it was, being the single memory that eased the pain.
It still wasnβt easy to understand, an obvious disconnection in his voice when he spoke of dying ( as if it had happened to a stranger and not himself ), and maybe it wouldnβt ever be. Yet there was no lesson that had been taught, Gran still throwing himself headfirst into danger if he believed that the best course of action. The fear of death only rose once they were safe.
Leaning forward, the large plant gently pressed and nudged his head against the prince as an attempt to urge his creator to bestow affection upon him. He even threw in some begging in the form of low whining and murmuring.
βPetey,β he murmurs sternly, pages upon pages stacked high. There was work to be done he could not afford to play like he did as a child. Blinking tiredly, his eyes fall upon his hands, pale skin stained by black ink.Β
He hadnβt done that since he was a child either. Was he truly that exhausted? A soft exhale of air, and gentle chuckle. With a shake of his head, disbelief at his own actions softly he pets through the top petals of the plantβs head.
βYou silly creature.β Though, in hindsight he was being rather silly himself, was he not?Β βI can spare a moment for a walk. The day is quite warm; it will be pleasant.β
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β[ Ο Ο ]β βP-PETEY! Youβve gotten so big! Come here and give your old pal Spark a hug!β
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Itβs an odd plant - red like a tomato, but quite clearly not. White spots, odd petals... the young prince isnβt quite sure what he created through the magic of Brynhildr. Itβs a waste of a tomato seed, and a waste of a pot - but alas mistakes in the realm of unexplored magic was inevitable.
Might as well get rid of it and use it as fertilizer. With a quick spin to his bookshelf, he goes retrieve the closest fire tome to carry out the deed.
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Creatures of All Sizes (Closed RP)
Marc wasn't...a hundred percent sure what he was looking at. It was a plant, that much was true. A very large plant. A very large and intimidating looking plant that gave him a wide smile. Or maybe it was a smirk, he couldn't tell. Either way, even after everything he's faced, the creature sent a small shiver up his spine.
Then, it said hello to him. Gave him a warm greeting. That was rather unexpected but it put the young sorcerers mind at ease, if only a little.
"Er, hello." Marc returned the gesture, craning his head to look up at the plant "What...what are you?" Was the next thing to come from his mouth, albeit it was a rather rude question. But it was all he could think to ask at the moment.
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