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entrancelogs2016-07-22 07:17 pm
perennialpetals) wrote in entrancelogs2016-07-22 07:17 pm
[Open] Let's go in the garden...
Who: Rose Quartz and YOU ✿
Where: The gardens
When: Backdated to before the Sleeping Curse Event
Rating: G or PG is my best guess
Summary: Rose is in her element and makin' it grow, whilst trying to keep her mind off of the festered problems between her and Amethyst/Pearl.
The Story:
Of late, this particularly large and pink woman has spent most of her time keeping to the corners of the mansion and the grounds, studying the lifeforms there, both sentient and non. Rose was never one to be entirely opposed to socializing, though of late, her mind had been plagued with concern. Namely, in regard to Amethyst... and especially Pearl. There were obvious bridges burned by her choice to give birth to her son, an exchange that was paid with the price of her very existence. There was damage that she could no longer be ignorant to here in Wonderland, where -once again- she was herself and her comrades were present. There was much work to be done, and only time could begin to truly heal those wounds. Amethyst had been far more upfront about some of those issues, but Pearl? It was subdued, but Rose had no doubts that it would eventually drift to the surface.
And anticipation is an awful thing.
It was that very discomfort which initially lead to her venturing out into the gardens nightly. "Breathing" life into plants was one of Rose's handful of special powers, and helping the bushes, shrubs, and trees to grow and bloom brought a particular peace of mind and spirit. Until today, she hadn't run into anyone, simply tending to and helping the plants to sprout and rise up strong while no one was paying attention.
Today, she was doing much of the same, except this time, she was the inattentive one. A song spills from her lips as she tends to a tomato plant, and over the course of a the song, the small sprout grows tall and strong, buds opening up to reveal yellow flowers.
What a show that would be if anyone were to stumble upon the scene.
Where: The gardens
When: Backdated to before the Sleeping Curse Event
Rating: G or PG is my best guess
Summary: Rose is in her element and makin' it grow, whilst trying to keep her mind off of the festered problems between her and Amethyst/Pearl.
The Story:
Of late, this particularly large and pink woman has spent most of her time keeping to the corners of the mansion and the grounds, studying the lifeforms there, both sentient and non. Rose was never one to be entirely opposed to socializing, though of late, her mind had been plagued with concern. Namely, in regard to Amethyst... and especially Pearl. There were obvious bridges burned by her choice to give birth to her son, an exchange that was paid with the price of her very existence. There was damage that she could no longer be ignorant to here in Wonderland, where -once again- she was herself and her comrades were present. There was much work to be done, and only time could begin to truly heal those wounds. Amethyst had been far more upfront about some of those issues, but Pearl? It was subdued, but Rose had no doubts that it would eventually drift to the surface.
And anticipation is an awful thing.
It was that very discomfort which initially lead to her venturing out into the gardens nightly. "Breathing" life into plants was one of Rose's handful of special powers, and helping the bushes, shrubs, and trees to grow and bloom brought a particular peace of mind and spirit. Until today, she hadn't run into anyone, simply tending to and helping the plants to sprout and rise up strong while no one was paying attention.
Today, she was doing much of the same, except this time, she was the inattentive one. A song spills from her lips as she tends to a tomato plant, and over the course of a the song, the small sprout grows tall and strong, buds opening up to reveal yellow flowers.
What a show that would be if anyone were to stumble upon the scene.
sorry that this is late!
Then he hears a soft melody, sweet and inviting, and is walking towards it before he can stop and think. Twisting and turning, he follows through the maze he somehow ended up in until finally exiting to see Rose framed in moonlight, crooning to and caressing a tomato plant. He is struck dumb for a moment, her beauty stirring something inside him. Seeing her like this... for a moment, Mettaton can understand why Greg would want to give up everything to be with her.
He pulls himself together, waiting until she is finished singing to speak. "Your talents continue to grow every time I see you."
don't sweat it! my hiatus usurped tag time anyway, so you're perfectly fine <3
"Thank you, Mettaton. It's... so nice to see you. In person, I mean." Not because he isn't a former servant-turned-partner she has thousands of years of history with or a hurt Kindergarten-grown Earthling.
"What brings you out to the gardens tonight?"
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Her grin is calming in a way, setting him at ease. He walks forward to stand next to her, looking down at the small tomato plant she coaxed into bloom.
"Mm, I just had a few things on my mind. Wonderland has given me a lot to think about lately."
Too much, he thinks. It always seems that the closest you get to anyone, the more complicated it all becomes. Even if that may happen with him and Rose in the future, for right now he's glad things are relatively simple. He turns his face towards her. "What about you? What enticed you to work your magic?"
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She watches him examine her handiwork with a soft and causal gaze. How strange and wonderful to see someone simply appreciate it for what it is, not delve into the question of her ability to grow the flora.
"In all honesty, I need a distraction. Creating plants, growing them... it's soothing. Fulfilling. As long as I'm tending to a garden, I'm never without purpose or without something to help. It's healing, in its own way," she explains with continued softness as she carefully shoos a cricket away from the freshly grown leaves.
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"I understand a need for a distraction. Did you do this sort of thing a lot back home?"
A simple, casual question. This sort of magic would have been supremely helpful back in the Underground where food was starting to get scarce. Despite being a race of magic users, none of them had this ability to will food into existence. It had to be farmed and taken care of, a job he knows intimately.