#roseblanc

DWARVES!?!?!?!?!?!! HELLO????!?!?!?!?! CHENYA!?!?!?!?!?!?! EXCUSE ME!?!?!?

FUCK WE GOT SO MUCH INTERACTION WITH RIDDLE IM FUCKING SCREAMING. I EXPECTED ONLY NEIGE BUT NOPE, DISPLEX SAID RIDDLE RIGHTS FOR ME

FUCK AND IF NEIGE SHOWED UP INSTEAD OF CHENYA WE WOULD'VE HAD NEIGE AND RIDDLE INTERACTIONS HOLY FUCK. I WOULD'VE DIED DISPLEX WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TO ME.

Legends tell of how the god of springtime met his beloveds, creating a strange yet beautiful unification of both the surface world and the realm of the dead.

This is the tale of Neige, Amethyst, and Riddle. The rulers of the underworld.

It was a normal day for the god of spring, Neige Leblanche, tending to his garden. He would converse with the animals that scurried by him and sometimes grow small berry bushes for them to snack from. He sighs in content, feeling the warm rays of the sun hit his pale skin. He looks up at the sky, a sense of...something filling his being again.

Lately, the god has been feeling...lonely. He didn't understand why, he had his animal friends and his garden. But that sorrow feeling of missing something continued to appear more and more as the years go by. He soon become to crave affection from another, someone who he could have a companionship. Luckily, the fates would grant the god his wish.

A mortal woman, one who seemed to be lost, had stumbled upon the spring god's sacred garden. Normally, no mere mortal could enter the garden. But since the god was feeling oh so lonely, he had allowed the mortal woman to enter his domain.

Amethyst, who had gone hunting, had unknowingly stumbled across the sacred garden of the god of springtime. When she had entered, she looked around in awe at the flora and fauna, never having seen some of them. As she continued to explore this new found place, she never noticed the curious eyes of the god himself. Soon, having been tired from the long and fruitless hunt, she soon falls asleep peacefully.

The god, now more curious than ever, slowly approaches the mortal's sleeping figure. When he was close enough, he quietly rested beside her. His golden brown eyes searched over the women's figure, able to see figure out the woman was one who held magic. It was not common for mortals to wield such a powerful force, and yet even the god could sense the strong aura around the woman. His curiosity grew even more, not realizing his loneliness was shrinking in small bits.

He stayed by the sleeping women's side, basking in the moment of having someone similar in form beside him. But soon, all things come to an end. The woman slowly opened her eyes, surprising the god. Both gasped in shock, immediately creating distance from each other. The woman glared, her hunting dagger unsheathed and aimed at the male. Fear quickly spread through the god, before he realized the woman was acting out of fright and wariness, rather than hatred. 

The woman then suddenly made a rush to exit the gardens, not wanting to stay for fear of her own life. But the god yelled after her, stating who he was. In shock, she stopped, facing the male again in disbelief and suspicion. She didn't believe him. But when he explained where she was and demonstrated his power, her skepticism flew with the wind. She, in her ever curiosity of magic, asked him about his powers. The god, in surprise of her immediate curiosity, agreed to teach the woman more about magic and the gods. In condition to her coming to his sacred realm everyday, seeing this as his opportunity for companionship.

The woman agreed, excitement bubbling in her. For while she could wield magic, she was still new at harnessing it. Having a god to help her would be the best thing to ever ask! And so the two had an agreement to meet everyday, talking about both magic and what the woman had seen at her village. A friendship was blooming quickly, both confiding in each other for comfort when needed. And soon...feelings bloomed in the god, feelings so strong he didn't know if he could keep them in any more.

He wanted to confess, but soon quickly realized it wasn't meant to be. He wasn't mortal, he couldn't grow old with her. The thought of seeing her no longer be in the mortal realm with him...it frightened him, it saddened him, and it made him flee from it all. Without notice, to the woman or the other gods, Neige fled to the underworld to hide in his sorrow.

It was very surprising to the lord of the underworld, Riddle, to see the god of springtime show up at his doorstep. When he asked why someone who doesn't belong in the underworld even be there, Neige didn't answer. With a sigh the god of the underworld allowed the male to stay in his domain for as long as he liked. Neige thanked him, allowing the guards of the underworld castle to escort him into a room.

Riddle sighed again, now having to take care of another god while he lead the souls to the underworld and ran the realm. But he couldn't dwell on it, there was work to be done, and souls to be brought down.

As the months went by, the two males grew a fondness for each other. Both not understanding how this came to be, especially Neige. He still loved the mortal woman who gave him the companionship he needed, and yet...being with the lord of the underworld made him just as happy. Granted, while he missed the sunshine and his blooming flowers ever so much, he still couldn't bare to leave the other god by himself.

Riddle himself was confused by not only Neige's attachment, but also his own fondness for the fellow god. But as he quickly tried to rationalize it all, he realized that he fell in love with the springtime god. Being the lord of the underworld was a tasking job. Not only did he have to lead the souls of the dead to his realm, but he also had to sort where each soul would reside in for their afterlife. And even then he had to make sure the harpies and other mythical creatures wouldn't act out of line in his domain. 

He never realized it until now that...that he himself was lonely. Having only guards, who were those who made great accomplishments in their lives, as other presences in his castle. Having the god of springtime there to keep company and even talk to gave him a way to cope with the stress of his eternal life as the ruler of the underworld. 

But as the gods continued to explore their feelings for one another, another figure was suffering from heartache.

Amethyst had no idea where the god she spent time with went, he disappeared from her. Every day she would visit his sacred garden in hope of finding him there, waiting for her so the two could talk again. Even when the world turned cold and freezing, a state she had no idea the world could be, she would visit the slowly dying garden. But he was never there, causing her heartache to grow more and more. She didn't know what was the reason for his disappearance, was it her fault? Did she do something to offend the god? What? What was it that made the one she loved-

Love...she loved him. She had only realized now that she grew to love the god, making his disappearance all the more heartbreaking for her. But she was determined, now on a mission to find the god. Although...she didn't know where to start, for she may have magic, but she was only a mortal hunter. She went home to ask the Oracle of her village, for any semblance of a path for her to take.

When the Oracle revealed where she should go, she was shocked to say the least. Why would he be in the underworld? What reasons could there possibly be? With her goal in hand, she turned to walk away. But the Oracle continued on, stating how important it was to bring the god of springtime back. For if he stayed too long in the underworld, the mortal realm won't be able to last.

Neige had noticed that as the months went by, more and more souls have been lead to the underworld. He didn't know why though, for even Riddle didn't know. But as the ruler of the underworld took longer and longer on the surface to drag the souls of the dead back, Neige began to become lonely again. Regret settled into his stomach when he thought of the woman who first stole his heart. 

He regretted leaving her so suddenly, not even revealing his feelings and instead fled due to his own cowardice. He missed his garden so very much too, having such fond memories of talking with the woman there. He wanted to go back, but he wasn't sure how. It's not supposed to be easy for someone to leave the underworld, not even a god like himself, especially since he's never been in the realm before now. He had wanted to ask the ruler himself but...Riddle was so busy with the spike in deaths that he would barely see the fellow god.

So Neige let himself wallow in his regret and sadness, not even realizing the more he did the worse the world above became. But luckily, one day, he heard something. It sounded familiar to him in a way, like a presence was there with him. He looked around him, only to a figure standing there, one of a familiar shape. Before he could even ask why Amethyst was there, she had glared and grabbed his arm. Quickly she dragged the shocked silence god out of the castle, surprisingly not alerting any of the guards.

As she dragged him, his voice finally returned to him. He asked all of his questions rapidly, worried that her presence here means she had perished as well. But she never answered him, not even looking at him. She soon stopped, letting go of the god's arm. He could see her shake, before she turned around to show her tear stricken face. She yelled at him, asking why he was here and why he left her. The god starred on in shock as the woman screamed out her frustrations to the immortal being, subsequently revealing her deep feelings.

He didn't know how to respond, but...tears fell down his cheeks in relief. She loved him back all this time, what a fool he was. Before he could confess his own hidden feelings, the woman revealed to him the cause of the piling deaths. Again he was shocked at how foolish he was, causing so much to happen in his attempt to flee from his problems. He apologized profusely, not knowing such a reaction would happen. The two agreed they could talk after returning to the mortal realm. And so they traversed the underworld, lead by the light of the woman's torch.

With enough time, the two reached the surface. Neige looked on in awe as he saw the area around him covered in silvery powered snow, he knew such a thing existed but he's never seen it before. As they walked further from the entrance, the crunch sound of their footsteps echoed. It was only when another set of footprints caught their attention. They turned their heads to meet eyes with Riddle's, which were widened in shock as he looked at the two.

Riddle didn't know what to make up of the scene before him. A woman, a mortal, was pulling his beloved away from the domain he ruled. Anger rose in the god, how dare a mere mortal try to take his love? And not even that, a mortal who found a way to enter and leave his domain with no trouble. The god screamed, demanding the meaning of what was happening. The woman attempted to speak, but instead she was hit by a powerful blow of magic from the angry god.

Neige didn't know what to do, both people he's fallen for are about to fight. He knew the other god could kill and torture the woman at any moment, so he cried out in desperation to stop it before it happened. He begged them to listen to his words, for he didn't want the two he loved to fight and kill on another. His words reached Riddle, who snapped out of his rage for a short time.

It had come to the conclusion that Neige must stay on the surface, until...it came to light that Neige had accidentally bound himself to the underworld. The woman asked how, only to be answered that the god of springtime ate fruit of the dead. The woman, who was more stubborn than any other, demanded that she must accompany Neige on his journeys between the realms and stay with him in the underworld then. She wasn't going to let her love leave her again. 

The ruler of the underworld laughed, saying that he can't just let a mortal do as she wishes. Only a god is allowed to transverse and stay between the realms. There were rules that must stay in place for all souls, living beings stay out, the dead stays in. The god then said she would be welcomed to stay if she wished to be dead like the many residents of the underworld in a mocking tone. In frustration the woman asked if the springtime god recently ate a fruit, when he answered yes she pulled him close and quickly kissed him. 

When she pulled away she realized she could still actually taste the fruit of the dead, a taste so sweet it almost made her gag. The two gods looked at her in shock, wondering if she realized what she did. She smirks at Riddle, asking him if that would let her traverse between the realms. Of course the male screamed no, yelling in frustration that only made her bound to the underworld as well. Meaning that she couldn't leave it since she was mortal, which frustrated the female.

But soon something became apparent to the two gods, any mortal who tasted the fruit was supposed to die on instinct. For the fruit was close to ambrosia when consumed by mortals, it would be a gruesome death. The mortal had somehow become a god while she was dragging Neige out of the underworld, which greatly shocked them. But then they realized that it must've been because the king of the gods granted her this life because of her bravery and sacrifice to save the mortal realm. 

With reluctance, Riddle agreed to the now goddess' terms. And so this is how it has been for eternity, Neige and Amethyst, now known as the goddess of magic, traversing between the two realms every six months. As the centuries went by, Riddle and Amethyst had even fell in love with each other. Which greatly confused the two but Neige was there to help his loves see what they could be together.

They now rule the underworld together, all while loving each other.

It was any other day, Neige had invited Riddle and Amethyst to have a simple tea party. While it seemed normal to the two, today wasn't for Neige. He had planned to confess to the two today, not knowing how this would go. He knew how he felt for both wasn't just friendly, and he knew how...odd it was to have this feeling for more than one person.

But he knew it was how he felt for the two in front of him, and he couldn't keep these feelings in for any longer.

"So is any special reason why you invited us Neige? Or did you just want to chat with us?" Riddle asked, setting his tea cup down. "I will say it's...a surprise you invited us both."

"He probably just wants to hang out dude, it has been a while since we've hanged out like this." Amethyst replied, placing another pastry in her mouth. "Though it is weird why you invited Riddle to, I haven't seen you two hang out before."

"Well..." Neige started, suddenly feeling nervous. His hands gripped his pants tightly, trying to steady himself. "I uh..."

"I just thought it would be fun! I know you two talk a lot too so I thought it would be more fun to invite you both!" He said, cursing himself in head. He was never really one to chicken out of confessions but...this one wasn't any ordinary confessions for him. Even when he started to gain these feelings he found them weird, but he later learned it was natural to feel like this.

Still, he continued to curse in his head for backing out of the confession. And that's how it went out for most of the time, Neige bringing himself close to confess to the two but backing out of it last minute. He knows how weird he was acting, he could see the worry in their eyes. But he couldn't get the words out of him for the life of him.

Soon, their time came to a close. The three headed through RSA's garden, where they usually hid at during their meetings, to go back to where Amethyst and Riddle would travel through the girl's Rabbit Hole. As they did Neige kept going through many scenarios in his head, about how the two would react to his confession.

"Neige?" His eyes widened a tad and met the short female's blue hues. "What's wrong? You haven't been as talkative today."

"I..." His head swirled in the many things he could say, to either let everything out or to hold back once again to not ruin what they had.

In a place of sudden courage, he took each of the two's hands. The two looked at him in shock, taken surprised when the dark haired male brought both to his lips. His eyes were closed, nerves refusing to look at their faces. If he had, he would've seen both turn red at his action.