Lilium auratum

This is my 10/10 most favorite thing I ever got ever. I look at this all the time. When I need a boost of inspiration I look at this. I love it and owe them an art. They don't have any links to credit them but its Darling the cat on artfight. I love love it!

This is a master work and I owe you an art too! Orbis_art has the most amazing stuff and comic!

Here is some idea vomit i've been working on today. I've been losing some motivation on this project lately and need to just needed to make an easy dumb fun thing. I will continue this story if I feel like. Or I will throw up some other word vomit. Following my love Lilie in a short side plot to the main comic. Super non cannon.

Also in my heart of heart I am a fan fiction girl but I want to keep that mentality out on my main comic. These garbage shorts will hopefully keep these un unescapable thoughts out of it.

A tiny fly buzzes around the room. Lilie swats at it uselessly. It continues to buzz around her, circling her head. Constantly circling.

She leans back in the musty cot, the smell of wet earth fills the room. The fly continues to circle above her. Periodically flying closer to her face. Buzzing. 

She holds her breath and watches it. Closer still. So close. Landing on her forehead. Lilie takes a deep breath out of her nose. All six of its legs prickle her skin. The fly takes a few steps down her face. Breath in. Drawing down the ridge of her nose to her cheek. Breath out. 

Washing calm fills her as she continues to focus on her breath, the cot holds her form better than expected. A clinging conferring hold, despite the dirt on the sheets. The dirt from all the travelers before her. The fly's little legs tickle her lips. Lilie firmly holds them closed preventing entry. Moving her arm into a better position, some of the dirt from the bed crumbles to the floor. More than she thought was on the bed. Did she track that in or was this an even shitty-er inn then she originally thought. 

Breath in. The fly's wings tickle the tip of her nose. Breath out. The fly’s body shutter from the force of the breath. Calm. Lilies hand slowly reaches down towards her face. Slowly so slowly. Dirt rubs under her elbow. Who slept on this bed before her? A sleepiness plays at the edges of her thoughts. The cot holds her close. More dirt spills from the sides. The fly fingers at her closed lips. Hopelessly trying to push its legs into her mouth. Wanting in her. Always trying to get inside her mouth. An endless desperation. 

Quickly she brushes her hand across her face in hopes to mangle the fly's grotesque little body. Like always, the fly avoids her grasp and begins to circle above her, but for a moment she felt its legs catch under her hand. Just for a moment.

Breathing in deeply, Lilie smiles as she watches it circle her. She hummes and rolls over to her side. This fucken place. It was a small dingy room. Two cots, simple but not as nearly as cheap as they should be. Luckily the room was in a constant sort of darkness, otherwise you see the holes cut out of all the fabric in the room. A half assed effort to hide the stains she thought. Why even try to hide it in a place like this.

Reaching over the side, she picks up some of the clods of dirt littering the floor from under her bed. She crushes it in her hand, rubbing it into her skin. Really dry stuff. Releasing her grip it crumbles back onto the floor. Without getting off the cot, she looks under the bed. A few more clumps of dirt, some dust, but nothing interesting. The fly joins her, lazily underneath till it lands on a little pile of dirt. Lilies fist comes down, mashing the clod. Little bit of rock scatter from the spot. Keeping her hand there for a moment. She excitedly lifted it, nothing but dirt. She flips her hand over, the fly sits atop it, alive as it always is. 

“Prick” 

The fly goes back to its circling pattern above her. Lilie sits up. Her heavy feet hit the ground, one thud after the other. She hoped the people below her hated that. Lilie rubs her lower back and yawns. Another dark gloomy day, just like the last one and the one before that. It's been nearly a week since the river flooded and they been trapped in this shit one horse town. Below her was the only tavern, outside a modest border post, a sorry excuse for the local gard barexs after that. A couple of small huts. Nothing too exciting.It was a half breed outpost in nymph country. Deeper into the wood the nymphs would have their much nicer settlement. Maybe along the river. But this outpost would do. Better for her and her traveling partners kinds this way. 

Lilie could hear the rain pelt the roof above as she went down the stairs. Every step growwned. She briefly thought that she should try to be quieter, then she remembered she was trying to get out of that habit..At the bottom of the stairs the same musty smell as the rest of the inn. The tavern was nearly empty other than her travel companion, a goblin she's trapped with, and some money bags he was talking too. The goblin was great at cutting a deal. His smile was so effortless, so warm and friendly. If only they knew what he was. She hatted liars. She hated people who pretended to be something they weren't and that's all he ever did. You are what you are, there is nothing more to it than that. The fly buzzed as it landed on her shoulder. 

“Lets go get our  little drunkered”

Lilie strides over to the table of the two men. The goblin was in his gnome disguise, to others he looked like presumably, a gnome. Not that Lilie could see it. Since she first met him as a goblin he  looks like a goblin to her. Lilie preferred it this way. She only ever heard stories about goblins before meeting him. Troublesome rats of creatures, dangerous war mongering,  the frightening mercenaries of the dark fae. It's laffable looking at the goblin in front of her. Never had she met such a cowered, someone so kickable. They're so short, strange to think back to some of the stories she heard in her hamlet, of the few who came back from the front. This goblin was nothing like that. As well as being so much greener than she expected, so stupidly green. 

The other man at the table seem to be a satyr. Not surprising to see one of them in a bar. Bartering over some trinkets. Some of the goblins useless charms. As Lilie neared the table the satyr looked up uncomfortably at her. She hated that. Lilie tried her best to put on a smile, it always felt so unnatural, she could never make it look real. The fly started to buzz around her.  

“Goblin” 

He turned to her smiley, the same fake smile of her own. She loves to see it. 

“Goblin?” the satyr turned to the goblin concerned. 

“Thats just her pet name for me. Why don't you come take a seat dear.” He pulled a seat out for her. Placing it strategically close to him and far from the guest at the table. 

“Of course my darling. Who is your lovely friend?” Lilie twirled a bit of his hair on the back of his neck. He continued to ignore her but he couldn't  stop his ear from twitching ever so slightly. Lilie wondered if the satyr saw.

“My sweetums, this is Guarin, he's one of the magistrate in Taraxacum. Guarin, this is my lovely wife, Eils”  The goblin took Lllie's hands in his and kissed it. He looked pointedly at her. So this is how things were going to go was it? She took her hand back. Under the table she rubbed the dampness on the back of her hand onto his pants. 

“Oh, I'm just a humble civil servant. It's lovely to meet you, your husband is an excellent charmesmen! To think of meeting some one of such talents in an outpost like this!”

“Never underestimate the power of a storm. Hopefully we will be able to reach the city before my darling wife goes into labor.” 

Lilie tensed as the satyr eyed her in surprise. Breathing in, she focused on relaxing the muscles of her face. Keep up that smile. The fly circle closer to the table. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the goblin smug grin. 

“You're expecting?" Guarin searched her with his eyes, trying to look without overstepping. This angle was ridiculous. Lilie might be a bit chubby but not remotely close to a pregnant woman about to pop. 

“A beautiful boy!” The goblin placed a hand on Lilie's stomach. With everything inside her she resisted slapping him. 

“Our third!” He rubbed his hand on her belly like she was a dog. Those claws he calls nails lightly tracing across her.

Lilie politely, naturally she felt, moved his hand off her and put her own hands onto her stomach and looked back at Guarin. 

“Bjorn, Blorin and this will be little Blarin” 

The goblin snickered under his breath as he drank his ale.

“Lucky man” Guarin comradely slapped the goblins arm. “Not to over step, I’m not too familiar with human kind but you seem so very slim for someone so close to labor?” 

Lilie opened her mouth to speak but couldn't think of anything to say. She never could. She could feel her face flush a bit. The goblin snorted. 

“My wife is a bit shy with compliments. Gnome babies are pretty small, even for a mix like ours. Now if I was caring it you'd see it” 

He was good at talking his way out of things but even this was absurd. Maybe the  satyr really didn't know anything about humans or gnomes. Lot of the higher fae were pretty ignorant to the lower fae let a lone humans. Maybe the  satyr was drunker then he looked, they probably both are. This was a pretty dumb con. 

The goblin put his hand back on Lilie’s stomach pulling her back to the conversation. 

“My darling and I are really hoping we can make it in all this rain. We need to see a specialist for this kind of thing. Our carriage won't make it past the river”

“You should join me on my carriage, it will be a real treat!” Gurarin leaned in conspiratively. “I have some special arrangement with some of the water nymphs around here. You'd be surprised how far some good wine can take you.”

“You don't say.” The goblins hand drifted down Lilie's stomach. He lightly takes hold of the fatty ridge at the bottom of her stomach. squeezing lightly. 

The fly seems to buzz louder above her. Deep breath in. Lilie reaches her arms around to the other side of the goblins head and tugged harshly on his ear. He takes hand back quickly.

“Maybe that's enough drinks for the evening. When will you be departing for the city? It’s awfully gracious for you to take us along.” She could feel the facade slipping. The smile fading back to her natural expression. She needed this over with.

“No worries my dear! They carriage will be leaving in a hour or so”

“I’ll just go freshen up now” Lilie got up abruptly. The fly following. If she could only get back to her dirt filled room. To be stuck with this guy for who knows how long. Smiling and nodding for hours. A deep dread filled her stomach. The fly buzzed closer to her ear. Lilie swatted at it uselessly. 

“I hate being trapped!" Back in the dirty room, Lilie walked in aimless tight little circles. The fly follows all the same. Dirt clods crunching under foot. A damp earthy smell filled the dark dingy room. She laid back on the bed and tried to focus on her breathing. Always have to focus on her breathing. Never can she breathe on her own normally. She can never just be. Just breathe.

“The gods your always breathing so weird”

Lilie sits up. The goblin wanders into the room over to his neighboring cot. He lounges on it like he has always been there. 

“You did great by the way. A magistrate carriages, boy, its going be a nice ride” 

He reaches out with his foot and taps the side of her bed.

“If you can keep up being my lovely lady wife.”

“Pregnant really!”

“People like helping pregnant people.”

“I have a really small baby, that 's why I don't look pregnant!"

“He he he, the guy has only traveled between the fae city before us and the one we are going to. He doesn't know anything about longlegs.” 

He continues to tap the bed with his legs playfully. 

“You could say anything and he’d believe you”

Lilie rolled her eyes as she slapped his leg away from her bed. 

“Ow, owwy ow” 

“Shut up”

“Just don't be so violent in the cab”

“If you keep your hands to your self I wont have too”

“Ah-”

The goblin sat there for a moment with his mouth open before he could think of something to say.

“I was just in character. A loving husband. I’m sorry I went a little too far. I was just really in the moment” He gave a little shrug. 

“You pulled my ear harshly enough I got the memo” 

Lilie smiles, a tiny true smile. 

“And I'll do it again”

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