#necrobootany

#12 Hanging out with a friend - dunno if she considers apprentice Rhys to be her friend but he sure as hell does >) ( ps thank you `o` )

#17 Beaten up - @bl-rhys how about branded and beaten up? ;^)

#11 With their favorite animal - @ticklingarrow HJ needs 24/7 maintenance there is no time for any other pets

Oh geez lets see,

The recent troubles Rhys has run into lately should have been enough to teach him not to meddle with magic, shouldn’t they? At least that’s what Jack hopes for, mostly leaving the boy alone as he busies himself with whatever no-good deed he’s up to. Apparently this time it’s smelting, the apprentice running back and forth between the library and the labs with ever the heavier tomes on ancient magic tucked under his arm and with nuggets of gold littering the floor around him.

The effects of his hard work are presented a weak later, in form of a simple, gold band held in one sweaty palm.

Even the finest shears Jack used to use for dealing with the unruly mane of a manticore he had owned at one point don’t seem to be able to do any damage to the bird’s nest sitting on top of his apprentice’s head. It feels like whenever he cuts a portion of it, another handful of strands spurts from behind Rhys’ ear. What is worse, unless the boy has freshly dumped his head into a bucket of water, they instantly turn into a mess of curls sticking in every direction. Jack has to take a long, stranded breath through his nose, quietly considering his options. Perhaps he should set this moron on fire and burn every last tiny hair.

“Wanna tell me what’s happened this time, stupid thing?”

“So uhh... the potion you were teaching me how to brew? Well, you uh... see, I might have completely accidentally droped a couple more frog kidneys than your recipe called for. And then... mmm someone has knocked over that vial with basilisk’s bile into tha cauldron and... you know it actually smelled nice? Like freshly baked lemon pie? So I uhh.. you see, dipped my pinky in it...just the tip of it! And ... you know, it didn’t taste like lemon pie but then the whole hair situation happened...” Despite not being able to see anything from underneath the ruffled mop of hair, Rhys does his best to shoot a dopey smile towards the Sorcerer.

“That...was exceptionally stupid, even for you.” No amount of exasperate sighs will make the ‘hair situation’ disappear and so Jack makes another pass at the longer strands twisting into loose coils at the nape of Rhys’ neck.

“I know!” An even brighter smile tugs at the boy’s lips, “you should totally see how bad it is between my legs!” That’s nothing to be proud of in Jack’s opinion but who he is to argue with this dumbnut. “But uh... master, I’d rather you kept the shears away from there... please?” The hands so far resting on top of the table slide to protectively lay over Rhys’ lap.

“I don’t know, how else am I going to deal with this mess?” A couple menacing snips of the shears close to the boy’s ear are enough to spurr some distressed yelps.

“No, no, no, it’s uhh... it’s fine...” A few moments of silence pass, Jack trying this time for an enchanted dagger that is supposed to lift most curses. “Jack?”

“What is it, sugar?”

🌺 - One with nature

listen anon, i try not to impose my aus on requests unless i at least know the person asking is acquainted with said au but… this was just begging for necrobotanist rhys, im sorry if that’s not what you hoped for

Who stops to greet all the animals they pass, and who walks faster so the animals don’t “get” them okay lets go with sng since it hasnt been getting enough love lately.So, if you’re not familiar, and you probably aren’t, with the legend of the fern flower, here’s some brief wiki article about it.

“Jack? Are w lost?” Rhys is carefully treading through a muddy swamp, trousers rolled up as high as possible and boots held in one hand.

“ ‘fcourse not, a Sorcerer is never lost, a Sorcerer is always exactly where he needs to be,” which, translated from Handsome to human means that they are royally lost, wading through the marshes on some stupid goose chase, looking for some stupid, stupid ingredients, a stupid stupid STUPID strain of fern that is said to bloom only on this particular night of the year on summer solstice.

“So, can a Sorcerer fancy asking himself where he exactly is and when he will need to be home? ’m hungry…” a loud, guttural growl coming from his aching belly only helps in stressing his point.

“Stupid thing, want me to leave you here until you find that goddamned plant?”

“…no?” with a morose sigh, Rhys shoots a sweeping glance around his surroundings, completely ignoring his master mumbling something rather offensive to himself. 

“We wouldn’t be stuck here so late at night if you didn’t feel the need to stop to pet every dumb animal we ran into on our way here!”

“You know the bears won’t eat you, right? They are friendly if you feed them some berries…”

“You and Timtam, both exactly the same, what on fucking earth is the appeal of all those nasty, fuzzy critters you two like so much?!”

“Not everyone is a dirty scale fucker like you master!” throwing his hands in the air, Rhys will later blame running his mouth like that on persistent hunger, now however he couldn’t give a damn, soaking wet, tired and done with the Sorcerer’s shit.

“What did you say…?”

“Woah! Lookit! Is that…?” Ignoring the other man once again, Rhys quickly follows a sliver of warm light spilling from between a thicker wall of old trees, tiny sparkles lazily floating towards the source of it.

“Oh yeah, that’s exactly it!” He gets a proud pat to his shoulder and an affectionate ruffle to his hair, Jack totally disregarding him making a fuss of bringing back some order to the flyaways, “we’ve found it sugar!”

The soft gleam surrounding the mystical flower draws a flock of moths, their wings getting singed with a fizzle whenever they got too close. Armed in a pair of tongs, the Sorcerer grunts, trying to pull the plant whole from the ground, its roots fighting a losing battle, clearly unhappy about being mistreated like that.

“So uh… what are its properties? What do we need it for?”

“This, my young apprentice, brings wealth and luck to whoever finds it. A strong aprhodisiac on top of that, can increase or even induce fertility…”