#prim-floret

To my love, @prim-floret

Forgive my absence for the past few days that could already be considered as a week by now. There are things that needed Devro’s attention else where, and unfortunately, I myself was needed. So much has happened, some troublesome and irritating things.

Impatience is unbecoming of me, but I am afraid I must continue to do so.

I am preparing for the ritual that Bill Cipher will aid us through, Devro’s been overly stressed about the fact that I am sharing his body and this cannot go on any longer. He wishes only the best for you, as I do, so we must be absent for a while to prepare ourselves.

However, Devro’s been rather stubborn, it seems he does not wish for his lover and for our lovely human, to be a part of this ritual. We fear for Epix’s safety, we are both ancient demons, the energy we need might put an end to her and we do not want that.

I am sorry for the heavy burdens we’ve put you through. It will all come to an end soon. I heard that you all had this human celebration called Thanksgiving ? I hope you had fun, please greet our two new children for me.

Also, I know Epix is perfectly capable of protecting herself, but please do look after her  as well. Please watch over and protect them all.

Be safe,

Be well,

Take care, my dear. I love you so much.

Lovingly yours,

[Disclaimer: I do not own these picture]

Dude I think I’ll name this ship “Sentimental Feeling.” or something..

@prim-floret

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When they vanished, Prim would find herself enveloped in darkness with only Senti's bright midnight blue eyes glowing as he gazed at her along with the silver writings appearing all around. They would swirl around them until slowly, the darkness dissolves into the patterns of black feathers, Senti carried her in his arms and gently, slowly, lands his foot to a water like surface that rippled in contact. The area in where they were was a place like no where before, it had the night sky with stars all around, below them was a vast ocean that acted as a mirror to the sky. There were a few travelers there setting up some telescopes for star gazing.

The loud sound of a train came in, below it were glowing white feathers, it was a soulful train or a train that brought souls or any spiritual beings here and there when they are unable to go through dimensions like Senti. The train was dark and only had patterns of the galaxy in it, but inside of the windows, flashes of gold and warm colours of entertainment. People dancing, clapping and laughing at the ones who manned the cars.

Senti gently sets her down on her own two feet and gave a soft chuckle, he put a finger up to get her attention and knelt down, he made sure she was watching as his gloved hand cups the water. He brought up his hand, showing her the small pool that reflected so many stars. He threw it up and the water splashes in the air, the stars in each drop starts to fly around and become shooting stars falling back to the water and some had flown upwards back to the sky.

Solomon: Nice fellas. Too nice. Kinda makes me a biiit worried about’em.

It’s been weeks already, the cave Ms. Floret had escorted him to was in a lovely place not too far from nature’s waterfall. The cave was protected and nearly covered up on its path by thorny bushes and trees. Though it doesn’t look that welcoming, he found it a good start to be in which certainly left people quirking their brows in wonder of what was he planning to do with this dark stone cave down in a peek from a huge stony mountain When Ms. Floret brought him there he simply nodded, and they said their goodbyes without revealing what he would do with it.

Who knew the ugly opened looking cave, now has a large wooden entrance that makes it look like one of those warm looking homes integrated into a hill? It had a few dark and long wooden poles, vines crawls over  with them just twirling around every pole and created their own ceiling for the small pathway. Once you go through that dark woof door, there was a lounge area in where nothing but books were covering the walls and two long sofa beds were on either side. A single table would be infront of you along with a log book and a feather quil for writing. Once you go through the procedure of which he will do only, if you ever convince him to let you enter or if you’re a customer,  you would be greeted by a brass spiral staircase that only lead to the ground and below.

And once you take that.. you would be in the great library, warm colours throughout the place and endless shelves filled with books were present. Pages and parchment on the floor, long tables with globes, opened books and everything else used for coordinations and measurement were present. The ceiling was painted ever so vividly as constellation points were see on the ground as you continue to move. Roses of blue were scattered on the floor just randomly, and if you were to be led to the heart of the place, you will only find a huge fireplace with sofas surrounding it like a regular old english study corner. There was a door there that was not attached to anything, it just simply stood there without anything holding it up. Now what is that door you asked? Well that door led to the Memory Room. But you don’t need to know what’s in there. Not yet anyway.

Now, where was Devro you ask?

Devro was on the sofa, books were all over him and ripped pages just slowly dancing down to the floor as he looked up tiredly. His shirt was just hanging on the arm rest with his trench coat, he was just finished with the other rooms inside that odd support-less door that stood. He was absolutely exhausted but that wasn’t the only thing, he was looking up at the ceiling, the old jazzy blues songs on the record player just continues to play over and over the soothing melody. He was pondering and pondering, his hand moving to his left side of the face. A hand on his face, a close of his eye, and abroken  smile.. it was getting so clearer now.

Yeah.. that was it.. that was right...

“Good heavens..” he said in a low frustrated growl.. till he slowly calmed down and sighed, bringing out a flower that was stuck to his neck, and brought it up so he could look up at it from where he laid. He gazed at the flower, not saying anything for a while as he slowly breathes, his amber eye melting in honey liquor, he parted his lips and finally whispered. “...I’m falling in love with her.... and it appears I won’t be landing any time soon..”

He looked at the flower, and slowly lets it go but it stuck to him. He gave a fond chuckle at this flower and whispered, “..Nature never lies, am I right?..” he whispered to the flower. “...Ms. Forget Me Not.”