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to things new and wonderful - Isilya - 09-08-2019
@[vulgaris] RE: to things new and wonderful - vulgaris - 09-10-2019 V u l g a r i S
Vulgaris didn’t mind the way his wife’s flowers and plants were slowly taking over their home. Slowly, the vibrant green leaves cover another inch of volcanic ash and breathe new life into Tephra. Their reach gets a little farther every time he stops to look and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t fond of the red flowers. They match the blooms in Leliana’s hair and he feels at home each time he stops to admire them. A slow, dreamy sigh leaves his lips as he stands amongst the dahlias and the elephant ears. He doesn’t know the names for these, of course, but he recognizes them.
He lifts his head to watch the plant woman as she approaches and he briefly wonders if this is some accident of Leli’s magic. Certainly, she had poured enough life into Tephra to sustain an entirely new being, but he hadn’t expected it. Vulgaris tilts his head and stares longer than he means to, ears pointed forward as he watches the leaves across her back changing to mimic the plants around them. Perhaps she’s only like his wife rather than some creation born by accident? Her magic is similar but it doesn’t carry the same feel to it, he thinks. The serpent king moves forward, careful to wade between the plants so as not to bend a stalk or break any of their thick stems. “You fit right in! Now if only I could do the same,” he says, a short laugh following his words until the sound fades into a pleasant smile on his face. He’s handsome without the scales and fangs, he thinks, but his wife would say he has always looked this nice. She sees the sun behind every dark cloud and he’s thankful to slowly learn just how to do the same. “My name is Vulgaris. Are you new to the gardens?” He calls the kingdom a garden as a joke but it becomes more of a truth every time he turns around. That isn’t to say he dislikes it, of course, but he’s pleased to see a kingdom born in fire suddenly engulfed with green and life. It feels like a giant metaphor for his life and his family and maybe that’s why he wants to keep it safe. Slowly, the members are becoming dear to his heart, and he’s pleased to find himself softening around the edges with each new addition. In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing Don’t look for me; don't look at me RE: to things new and wonderful - Isilya - 09-19-2019
@[vulgaris] RE: to things new and wonderful - vulgaris - 10-02-2019 V u l g a r i S
He has never cared for magic of any degree and so it took him quite some time to become accustomed to Leliana’s flowers. Now, he still finds himself flinching internally but he manages to remain stoic on the outside, at least. Slowly, at the same pace the ocean devours a mountain, he is growing to love the flowers that bloom so suddenly as he passes by. Isilya’s vines and petals remind him of Linnea and he finds himself softening at the edges despite the way she seems to brim with energy and vigor. His muscles relax and his shoulders lose their tense posture as he reminds himself not to be so tense all the time, Leliana’s teasing echoing in his mind.
His ears perk forward and he watches her burst with some small, simple joy as she repeats his name. They have been together for years now but he still feels his heart bashfully flutter at being called Leliana’s husband. He offers a nod and a small smile, laughing with his quiet embarrassment as he turns to stare off at nothing for a moment before regathering his composure. It used to be so unlike him to become nervous and yet he finds himself entirely vulnerable these days. He likes it. “She excels at anything she attempts – being a queen, a mother, or a gardener,” he agrees with a proud smile. “But she pushes herself too hard. She sleeps like the dead after a particularly long day.” It comes out as a joke but the smile that follows is shallow and weak, framed with his concern. This jungle is nursed by his wife’s magic but there is no one to nurse her when she grows exhausted. He can only kiss her brow and encourage her to rest for at least a short while. He’s never cared for magic but he would learn to craft the vines and leaves on his own if he could, if it only meant she could take a break. “I’m very glad you’re here to help her with her work, Isilya. I hope we’ll become good friends.” The corners of his lips find a way to curl upward once more and the warmth comes pouring from his lips as easily as breathing. He has never had many friends, in truth, and even the ones he has now are so busy and far away. It would be nice to have someone to talk to while Leliana is busy or away. In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing Don’t look for me; don't look at me RE: to things new and wonderful - Isilya - 10-18-2019
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