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For this bonus round, we're looking for prompts inspired by plant/flower symbolism and the language(s) of flowers!
Here are some resources on flower meanings:
Script Florist
Farmer's Almanac
Wikipedia: Hanakotoba
Wikipedia: Plant Symbolism
This round will end on July 1st.
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
for your fill post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each
PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-17 10:38 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-17 10:40 pm (UTC)"With their eye-catching colours, thought to be reminiscent of the ink of a hard-working carpenter, violets represent honesty, sincerity and dedication. The inclusion of violets in a bouquet means that the message is truly and deeply meant." - [x]
PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-17 10:45 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-17 10:49 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-17 10:51 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-17 10:56 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-17 11:06 pm (UTC)FILL: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front
Date: 2024-07-02 12:55 am (UTC)Ship: Hiromi | Hachi Augment-01/Midorikawa Ruriko
Words: 780
When Ruriko thinks of Hiromi, after, she thinks of when they were teenagers.
Hiromi's handlers went out of their way to introduce the two - "look, Hiromi-chan, another girl for you to talk to!" - and though Ruriko's response was muted she didn't object to it, so as the scientists prepared for Hiromi's agumentation they often left it to Ruriko to "entertain" her.
Ruriko didn't understand how she was doing so at the time. She was used to the attention of her father and brother, who understood what she was and treated her accordingly. Their inputs were always appropriate for a young computational organism and her outputs were always more-or-less expected.
Hiromi on the other hand was interacting with someone beyond the human for the first time, and Ruriko's flat responses to her were an obvious source of fascination.
On a particular day that Ruriko remembers, Hiromi had asked for Ruriko to be sent to her room. She was going to "hang out" with Ruriko, she declared to her handlers, and at that point they were well aware that Hiromi was wilful, stubborn, and willing to physically fight SHOCKER's staff to get her way, so they took Ruriko away from her work with her father and deposited her at Hiromi's room, which Hiromi seemed especially eager to show her.
The room was, for what it was worth, different from the rest of the base where Ruriko and Hiromi mostly lived. They had found Hiromi living as an ordinary girl, after all, so they had made her room up more like a room on the outside. Someone had put wallpaper up for that purpose, and Hiromi's bedspread had a vibrant floral pattern, about as far from sterile white as it could be.
"Anything you like here, Ruri-ruri?"
Hiromi was looking at Ruriko intently, as she always did when checking for a response.
"I don't particularly 'like' any aesthetic objects," Ruriko answered, which was true at the time. "Though I believe this room looks 'lived-in'."
It did - Hiromi had brought a bookshelf along with her, and had been provided a vanity completely covered in makeup and hair products. The bedspread even had a wrinkle, which Ruriko's never did when she came back in the evening.
Hiromi sighed, "Yeah, I wish it was cleaner. When I've got my own base, you can be sure I'll get plenty of guys to clean up for me."
Ruriko had intended her remark as a compliment, but she didn't want to contradict Hiromi. She closed the door behind herself, and watched as Hiromi sat down on her bed.
"Come sit with me!" Hiromi insisted. "We're hanging out now, you have to stick close by."
Ruriko had no real frame of reference for hanging out, so she listened to the instruction and sat beside Hiromi, their knees nearly close enough to touch. That seemed 'close by' enough to Ruriko.
Hiromi hummed thoughtfully, "What should we talk about... We're in my room, so girl stuff? Have a little sleepover, paint our nails?"
She seemed amused by the prospect. She knew very well Ruriko had no frame of reference for such a thing, and she wouldn't be part of SHOCKER if she were interested in the ordinary.
"Hm, do they have you doing training?" Hiromi eyed Ruriko critically, and Ruriko felt a tingling at the back of her neck. "Surely they aren't thinking of sending Professor Midorikawa's daughter out on field work."
"They have no intention of doing so."
Hiromi at back on her hands, appearing to relax. "That's good. You're a computer, right? So you'd have problems exposed to the elements."
"I am a computational organism, which is different from a computer. I can be outdoors as well as a human can."
"Seriously?" Hiromi sat up again. "But you're here all the time?"
"That is correct."
Ruriko's emotional intelligence was low in her teens, and she often missed what the more human members of the organization were trying to say to her, but she remembers watching Hiromi brighten up beside her and her own heart feeling lighter for it.
"Well we can't have that, can we?"
Ruriko remembers that look on Hiromi's face so clearly, but their outing was never to be, in the end.
Hiromi planned and Ruriko listened but she was augmented before she could implement it, and after that Hiromi was quite satisfied with her position in SHOCKER. Spared from boredom by her newfound powers and ability to direct her own activities, she wouldn't risk those new privileges for a day with Ruriko.
Still, though she never saw that expression again, when Ruriko remembers Hiromi she remembers how when they were teenagers, Hiromi's eyes would shine for her.
PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-17 11:27 pm (UTC)"There’s nothing so kingly as kindness, and nothing so royal as truth." - Alice Cary
PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-17 11:34 pm (UTC)"Even I have to admit, there's something glorious about falling in love with one of your best friends." - Lacie Waldon
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Date: 2024-07-02 04:00 am (UTC)---
Gina doesn’t look her in the eye when she shoves the bouquet in Susato’s direction. “Hey Sooze. Uh, nice to see ya again, innit?”
“It’s lovely to see you too, Gina!” Susato gasps in delight. “Oh! Are these flowers… for me?”
“Yeah,” Gina says, still not looking at her. She looks quite flushed… oh dear, maybe Susato should look into getting her some sunblock, it must be such an adjustment sailing from London to Japan for the first time. Though Susato won’t deny that the pinkness in her cheeks is truly adorable. “They’re, uh. Acacias. Iris told me to give some flowers to ya, and I, uh, thought the meanin’ was nice. I guess.”
Acacias… Susato’s eyes widen. Friendship, elegance. Oh, Gina really is so sweet! Susato isn’t sure she deserves such a good gift; she’s never properly apologized to Gina for that tirade she went on while Gina was in the gaol. But all the same, she hugs the bouquet to her chest. “Thank you so much, Gina! I’ll treasure them for as long as they or I live!”
Gina’s eyes widen. “Wait, so you… Do ya… Feel the same way?”
Susato blinks. “Of course I do! I consider you one of my closest friends.” And, well, perhaps a little non-platonic attraction in there too, but surely she doesn’t need to burden Gina with that knowledge.
“Oh.” Does Gina look… disappointed? But she tilts her hat down, and Susato can’t see her eyes anymore. “‘Kay. Well. Um. I’ve got to go iron Toby, see ya!”
Susato watches her run off, bemused.
-
(“SHE HATES ME, IRIS.”
“Oh, silly Ginebean, she doesn’t hate you!”)
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 02:35 am (UTC)A Bouquet for Courting:
Combine the following in a bouquet fastened with a silky red ribbon:
Blush Roses for blossoming romance
Cornflower for hope in love
Sweet William for gallantry
Honeysuckle for devoted affection
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
FILL: team rosemary
Date: 2024-06-18 11:31 pm (UTC)FILL: Team Kittyuri
From:FILL: TEAM KITTYURI
From:PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 02:38 am (UTC)A Bouquet for Marriage:
Combine the following in a bouquet fastened with a white lace bow:
Red Roses for true love
Ivy for fidelity
Myrtle for hope and love in marriage
Dahlia for commitment and eternal love
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
FILL: TEAM KITTYURI
Date: 2024-06-28 09:57 pm (UTC)artwork
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 02:44 am (UTC)A Bouquet for Regret and Sorrow:
Combine the following in a bouquet fastened with a thin black bow:
Asphodel to indicate your regret will follow you to the grave
Azalea for fragility in a difficult time
Snowdrop for consolation and hope of better days ahead
Rue for regret
Willow for mourning
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 02:46 am (UTC)A Bouquet for Apology:
Combine the following in a bouquet fastened with a blue cloth braid:
Hyacinth to ask for forgiveness
Bluebell for humility
Peony for bashfulness
Olive Branch to ask for peace
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
FILL: Team Rosemary
Date: 2024-06-18 06:15 am (UTC)“Hey.”
“What the fuck do you want, Nicole?”
“Jesus. You don’t have to be such a bitch about the whole… thing,” Nicole says, flipping her ponytail to the side.
“That’s a really fucking weird way to say ‘sorry for getting you suspended for a week, Jecka!’ Like, actually, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Jecka replies, twirling a lock of hair in her hand.
“I was fucking getting there. Jesus,” Nicole scoffs. “Here. Take it.”
She holds out the blue-bound bouquet, blushing.
“Are those… flowers?”
“Yeah, whatever, just take them,” Nicole replies, pushing the bouquet into Jecka’s hand. She’d actually done half decent research for it. Whatever.
“Oh. That’s like… actually not shitty of you,” Jecka squints at Nicole. “Are you like, actually going to therapy now?”
Nicole gives a dry laugh. “Fuck no.”
“Are you on something? …Can I have some?”
“Usual shit.”
“Okay… So what the fuck is up with you? You’re acting weird!!”
“Can we just skip to the making out part?!”
“The what????” Jecka screeches.
“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re homophobic now or something.”
“Like how you’re a lesbian now???”
“Bitch, I was always a lesbian.”
“Oh… Yeah, no, that explains so fucking much about you,” Jecka says. She gives Nicole a once-over. “This isn’t, like, a scheme? To get one over on Kylar or Crispin, or something?”
“Do you think I give enough of a shit about either of those assholes to screw you over to just mess with them?”
“I guess not!”
“So are you going to kiss me or what?!”
Jecka answers the question by shutting Nicole up with a kiss.
“So are we lesbians now?” Jecka asks, out of breath.
“If you wanna be.”
“Then yeah. Sure.”
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 02:52 am (UTC)A Bouquet for Forgotten Obligations:
Combine the following in a bouquet fastened with a green garland:
Columbine for foolishness
Rue for regret
Anemone for forsaken love
Forget-Me-Not to indicate you won't forget again
Rosemary for rememberance
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 02:54 am (UTC)A Bouquet for Warnings:
Combine the following in a bouquet fastened with a bright red band:
Begonia for warning
Oleander for caution
Lavender for distrust
Foxglove for secrecy
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 02:57 am (UTC)A Bouquet for Bitter Ends:
Combine the following in a bouquet fastened with twine:
Petunias for anger and resentment
Datura for deceitful charms
Tansy for hostility
Thistle for misanthropy
Wormwood for bitterness
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Date: 2024-07-02 01:26 am (UTC)Ship: Kiyomi/Misa (Death Note)
They kept meeting each other.
Which was to be expected, after all — Misa had to be around for rehearsals for the New Year’s show, it wasn’t like she would magically disappear after one awkward dinner even if Kiyomi wished she would. But.
“Hey, Kiyomi! Which dress looks better on me?”
“Hey, Kiyomi! Want to listen to me practice? My warm-up song is Jolene, by the way.”
“Hey, Kiyomi! Do you think I should change my hair?”
It was, pardon her French, absolutely fucking infuriating.
Misa was gloating. She was sure of it. Kiyomi was no stranger to gloating herself, even if she thought Misa was wildly unprofessional about it.
She cursed herself once again. Why had she just walked out of that dinner? Why hadn’t she stayed and fought and just been a little more thick-skinned?
(Because you knew better than that, whispered the angel on her shoulder, but he was too late to save her now.)
Kiyomi squared her shoulders.
An intervention was in order, she decided. And she knew just the thing.
-
“Mochi, do you know what these are?”
“Huh?” Misa’s bodyguard poked his head out from the book he was reading. Misa had been rearranging her hair in the mirror, but now she was twirling a flower between her fingers. On it was a little note.
“‘I think this fits your show dress wonderfully,’” Misa read out. “It’s from Kiyo.”
“Kiyo?”
“Kiyomi Takada,” Misa clarified, “keep up, Mochi. So do you know what it is?”
Mogi (whose name was not Mochi or any other type of sweet) frowned at the flower. It was pinging something in his mind…
Aha.
“Petunia,” he said. “I used to work at a florist’s.”
“Wow, Mochi, I had no idea you had such a sensitive heart!”
“I don’t.”
“Petunia,” Misa repeated to herself. A little frown. Then she snapped her fingers and slid the flower through her hair, pinning it down with the same fastener that held her pigtails in place. “There! What do you think?”
“It does suit you,” Mogi said, a little surprised. He was under no illusion that Misa and Kiyomi Takada got along, but the purple of the flower brought out the faint eyeliner around the corners of Misa’s eyes. He hadn’t even realized she had makeup on already; Takada must have been looking very carefully. “But, uh…”
“What is it, Mochi?”
“You know what petunia means, right, Misa-Misa?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Misa said, grinning. “And I’m getting her back.”
-
“There’s a bouquet for you at NHN, Miss Takada,” Halle called through the hotel room door.
She waited dutifully for the response, itching a little. Takada was always a little slower after her nights here. She would call Near, update him about the information she had now, but there were three other bodyguards standing with her. Ugh. Mello had dropped off the map, so she didn’t even have anyone to complain with.
At last the door opened, and there she was: Lady Takada in the flesh, a little rumpled, fatigue bleeding through her eyes. The bodyguards fell into formation around her instantly, but she stayed motionless for a beat. “Put it with the others,” she said to Halle. “Unless there’s some issue?”
“Yes ma’am,” Halle said. “It was marked as job-relevant, and, ah… from Miss Misa Amane. Your friend.” She hoped Takada couldn’t hear the air quotes around that last word.
Takada’s eyes instantly widened — only a fraction, but Halle wasn’t an FBI agent for nothing. The fatigue had vanished. “Did you run the checks?”
“Of course, ma’am,” Halle said. “It appears to be exactly what it claims to be, though the flowers in it are poisonous.”
“What are they?”
“Datura,” Halle said. “All of them.”
Takada smiled. It was the look of a bloodthirsty general heading into war. “How sweet of her,” she said softly. Then: “Thank you, Halle. Now let’s move.”
-
”Achoo!”
It was probably too late to tell Kiyo that Misa was, in fact, allergic to flowers. Not all that allergic, but still, an entire box of tansies was a little too much for her sinuses.
The note read: Thank you for the gift earlier. I hope you enjoy these. They’re golden, just like your wig.
…So she’d noticed it was fake. Not even Light had figured that out.
Misa bit her lip. An undefinable emotion roiled through her, though it was close enough to anger that she decided it counted. What other emotion would she feel for another girl, anyway?
”Achoo!”
Ugh. Maybe she should call this all off…
…No. No, Misa Amane did not lose. And she most certainly did not forfeit. It wasn’t like the flowers were what mattered, anyway.
“Mochi, can you take this back to headquarters?”
“I don’t know,” Mogi said. “It isn’t evidence.”
“But it’s from Kiyo,” Misa pouted. “And Light’s investigating Kiyo!”
“He’s not the only investigator, you know.” Mogi sighed. “But alright. We’ll see what they want to do with it.”
“You’re the best, Mochi! But — wait a sec — let me take one of those.”
“Why, what’s it for?”
“Don’t worry about it!”
-
Kiyomi was so close to being out of the building. So close. The end was in sight —
“Hey, Kiyomi!”
Damn it.
Kiyomi sighed and held up a hand for her bodyguards to halt. She had no choice in stopping to Misa, she thought to herself. They were supposed to be friends in public. This was for the facade.
“What is it, Amane-san?” she asked.
“Still so formal,” Misa chided. “Call me Misa! Or Misa-Misa, all my fans do it!”
“Okay, Amane-san.”
Misa laughed, bright. “You’re so funny, Kiyo. Here, I have a gift for you!”
She whipped something out from behind her back.
Kiyomi almost took a step back before she caught herself. Blinked. Blinked again.
“A wreath?”
“Yeah! ‘Cause like, you’re Lady Takada, right? The Goddess of the New World! And I know I said the datura suited your kimono, but I think you could use a little something more, y’know?”
Kiyomi spotted Halle reaching for it out of the corner of her eye, but she was faster. She took the wreath herself and turned it around in her hands.
Thistle. Woven in an intricate lace around and around.
“Did you make this yourself?” Kiyomi heard herself ask.
“I guess, yeah,” Misa said, looking a little surprised. Was Kiyomi going off-script? “I used to make my own clothes back when I was goth-er, it’s not that big of a deal.”
Kiyomi tried to picture it: Misa bent over her desk, mouth a determined line, threading misanthropy itself into Kiyomi’s crown. The Goddess of the New World. And oh, did she hate.
“Thank you,” Kiyomi said. “I love it.”
She wasn’t sure if she was lying anymore.
-
“Come on, Aizawa,” Matsuda was whining, “one little show won’t kill us.”
“It could,” Aizawa said, shooting a very obvious dark look at Light. Light shrugged it off; not like his fellow investigators were any real threat. “Kira’s still out there, Matsuda, how can you care about some song-and-dance at a time like this?”
“Well… Takki’s on,” Matsuda said, turning on the puppy eyes. “And we’re investigating Takki, right? It’s for work, really!”
“I’m excited for Misa to come on,” Light put in, checking his cell phone. Even if only Matsuda believed his family man act by now, it was still worth a try.
Aizawa glared at him. Oh well.
“—sorry to say that Misa Amane has yet to show at the—“
Light looked up. Takada was on-screen frowning in what he knew must be feigned sorrow, and—
What was she wearing?
“—so I hope that this,” Takada was saying, touching the ungainly circle of plants on her head, “being a gift from our dear Misa-Misa, will allow her to be here with us in spirit before we surely hear from her soon.”
Matsuda was already rambling in panic. Ide was reaching to call Mogi. Light made a show of flipping his phone open again, even though he knew Misa wouldn’t answer his messages. This had Near written all over it…
But first, he glanced back to the screen.
Thistle. And her kimono was patterned with flowers, but that didn’t matter — it was the real one, the datura pinned on her left shoulder, that counted.
Well.
Light chewed on the side of his mouth. This was… a complication.
It explained the wormwood he’d found in the inbox this morning, at least.
A/N: i don’t even want to think about how many words this is. jesus christ. what is it about death note yuri that just straight up possesses me
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 03:02 am (UTC)Datura
Deceitful Charms
Origin: Datura, while it may charm you with its beautiful appearance, is extremely poisonous if ingested. The flowers, also known as "devil's trumpets," are said to have been used in early European witchcraft as an ingredient in the ointment that allowed witches to fly on their broomsticks.
Pair with...
Wormwood for a spurned lover
Thistle for a friend going through a breakup
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
FILL: TEAM RPGmaker
Date: 2024-06-30 12:11 am (UTC)the themes dont necessarily apply to the couple, but rather their circumstances and an intervening party.
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 03:06 am (UTC)Dahlia
Eternal Love
Commitment
Origin: The Dahlia flower is often called the "Queen of the Autumn Garden" because it blooms for an extended period of time, living well into the fall months. Frequently used in wedding bouquets during the Victorian era, the lower symbolized longevity and commitment.
Pair with...
Tulip for a newly engaged couple
Myrtle to show love and devotion
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
FILL: TEAM KITTYURI
Date: 2024-06-28 09:33 pm (UTC)artwork
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 03:10 am (UTC)Amaryllis
Pride
Origin: The Victorians associated amaryllis with pride by virtue of its grand, tall stalks topped with bright blooms that towered over other flowers. Amaryllis, with its often leafless stems, is also known for withstanding drought. It is a strong and hearty plant, too prideful to perish under harsh conditions.
Pair with...
Hydrangea to indicate boastful pride
Clematis to show the recipient should be proud of their cleverness.
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
Re: PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga | TEAM: PROJECT BANDORI
Date: 2024-06-21 12:02 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team Ace Attorney
Date: 2024-06-18 03:13 am (UTC)Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.
Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity.”
May-Flower by Emily Dickinson
PROMPT: Team Rosemary
Date: 2024-06-18 04:51 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-24 07:28 am (UTC)Pairing: L'Arachel x Eirika
WC: 506
“I must return to the fray. My brother has need of my aid.” Eirika's grim face is drained of color, jaw tensing as she clenches her teeth. “Please... I need you to...”
L'Arachel gently cups her gloved palms around Eirika's face and nods, uncharacteristically quiet. She must focus fully on her task. Holy magic casts a soft glow from her fingertips, illuminating the dark bloodstain matting Eirika's hair into nasty clumps. Eirika makes a small mewl of discomfort, stirring briefly as the healing magic begins the unpleasant process of knitting the edges of her wound together, before willing herself to lay still and pliant again.
L'Arachel winces with a pang of sympathy. Blessing upon blessings, this wound is a shallow one, and it closes quickly.
The position of the gash on Eirika's scalp means it was most likely scored by an enemy wyvern's claws as it swooped overhead – and she's seen those fiends from Grado do much worse. Deep within L'Arachel's breast, her anxious heart is still thundering like horses' hooves, reminding her how close of a call this really was.
“That's... better,” Eirika murmurs. She struggles to sit up from L'Arachel's lap, blinking groggily at the bright sunlight. The illusory white dunes of Jehanna shimmer and ripple in the desert heat, making it difficult to orient herself in which direction the tides of battle flow. Then the reason for her confusion clicks into place. “Wait, did you use your Rescue staff...?”
“I suppose now would be as good a time as any to apologize for breaking formation,” L'Arachel admits with airy indifference, letting her hands fall aside as their healing light fades. “Natasha was assigned as the cleric for you and Joshua, whereas I was to remain under Rennac's protection, away from the front lines – is that not so? My derring-do may have altered those plans of yours just a teensy little bit, just a tad, but – a heroic banisher of evils such as myself simply cannot bear your suffering in silence! I cannot be expected to concern myself with trifling details such as strategy, so truthfully, you should have anticipated my act of divine providence and planned accordingly for me.”
L'Arachel heard the cry of pain and moved without thinking, whisking Eirika out of harm's way in a blink of magic.
Queasiness roils in the pit of L'Arachel's stomach when she chances a glance at Eirika to gauge her reaction. Eirika's conflicted expression is one torn between fondness and frustration. Eirika rakes a hand through her damp hair, then turns to face the distant clamor of the raging battle for Jehanna, shoulders trembling with terrible anticipation.
“Go on, Princess,” L'Arachel encourages, forcing her bravest smile. “I shall be here with my staff at the ready, so do not falter or show them quarter! Go get that brother of yours!”
“Thank you, L'Arachel,” Eirika says without turning back. “I promise you I shall return to you. You have my word.”
“And I shall hold you to it,” L'Arachel whispers, watching her go.
PROMPT: Team Rosemary
Date: 2024-06-18 04:55 am (UTC)the yellow chrysanthemums
lose their color"
- Yosa Buson
PROMPT: Team Rosemary
Date: 2024-06-18 04:58 am (UTC)and a woman in moonlight
reading a letter
Green leaves
white water,
the barley yellowing.
Tea flowers-
are they white?
yellow?"
- Yosa Buson
PROMPT: Team Rosemary
Date: 2024-06-18 05:04 am (UTC)-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
PROMPT: Team Rosemary
Date: 2024-06-18 05:08 am (UTC)