• greenhouse

/im not usually one to be unorganized so it was very unusual for me to misplace anything. it wasnt major for me to lose this letter to myself but i couldnt rest unless i know i tried my best to find it. gather my little book bag with my folders and pens retracing my steps from the evening before
/finally the greenhouse, i gently swing the doors open again, the plants dancing with each other to the music of the small man made waterfall that was flowing into the pond. my eyes scan over the pond as i approach it, taking a look at my reflection a soft sigh leaving my lips as i think to myself if it was worth all the trouble, as i turn to leave a piece of parchment catches the corner of my eye, looking out of place. i turn to scan the room once again before taking the sheet into my hands, my eyes darting over the text intrigued by the scripture, it wasnt mine but i found it brought a smile upon my face
/my fingers twirl my pen around as ive settled along the base of this small tree unsure if this had anything to do with me, but i felt inspired

}the warmth of spring embraces the earth, stretching the day and shortening the nights. i miss the longer nights, the darkness that covers the sky for miles, always quiet yet so alive with the bloom of the moon orbiting its world. its fullness knows my peril and guides me gently through twilight, easing me into the ethereal light of day. perhaps the heavens sent me to you in an act of comfort in this lonely world{

/i fold my paper delicately into a crane hesitantly leaving it on the edge of the pond before making my exit, refreshed and touched by the setting sun as i make my way back into the mansion

@♡ winter kim ᵐᵒᵒⁿ ˢᵖᶦʳᶦᵗ * he rammed around the garden and heading toward the greenhouse to partake in a few blueberries from the bushes that lied within. But just as he took a few, he used his abilities to allow a few to grow back. it was a usual, but also unusual Spring morning as he heard the commotion from a nearby pond. The sound of a few fishas well as a few of the frogs filled his ears.*
Fishes & Frogs : Paing! Paing! Litter! Someone littered in our home!
* the Druid stood there for a moment once he approached the pond. The commotion being enough for him to lean down and place his hand in the water. *
Bring it here my friends. Allow me to dispose of it.
* his kind smile radiating as the fish brought him the damp paper and with gentle care, he lifted it out of the water. The words on the parchment caught his eye and he began to read*
Oh?
*he whispered and caught himself being fascinated and curious by the writing.
-time skip-
* he held a piece of parchment on his own hand along with a pen, and he wrote as well, leaving it between the lower branches of a tree *

“ Upon newly green wings comes the season of spring, freed at last from winter's cocoon. Where the flowers may bloom and the animals return from their slumber from the harsh chill of winter. The sounds and the chirping are like music to me, and they bring more than just joy, they bring solace as I walk through the forest. The warmth and the chill of the breeze greeting me like an old friend…. Or maybe a past lover. Each season of spring I fall in love with a million green hues all over again.”

@♡ paing takhon ᵈʳᵘᶦᵈ /a soft tune leaves my lips as i sit on the edge of the pond in the green house, the warmth hugging me as i write my letter to myself of my memory and travels here

}the stars shined brightly from the heavens last night decorating the dark night sky with its glitter, it speaks to me. they tell me tales of their adventures crossing the heavens, how they kissed the sun and burned brighter than ever. my moon sister moon giving me her power, its light touches me giving me the strength of a thousand stars, i can feel the push and pull in clarity, my hair illuminates now as my power flows through my veins. its beautiful and peaceful here, i can hear my sister call me at night, from above her voice echos in my ear, she misses me as much as ive missed her, so close yet so far and out of reach... its lonely here without her{

/my pen trails off and i set it aside along with my letter as i rest my head onto my knees letting my eyes lower in thought, i let out a soft breath falling into a light slumber. my letter picked up by a mysterious breeze falls into the pond, slowly soaking and sinking to the bottom of the shallow pool. my sleeping stature tips over causing me to wake up in a daze, my eyes focus and i gradually get up while collecting my things making my way back to my room to get some more shut eye, not knowing my paper sits sadly among the fish in the pond

@♡ wen jiyang ʷᵒˡᶠ The calling of their mate was what made their presence known . As both Jeff & Amon stepped from within the shadows of the walls .
This felt familiar the smell of fresh blooming flowers ~ the sound of bees feeding on the sweet pollen
The Wendigos looked at each other as they looked at their mate and turn to folllow after him “ Were here Pup” Amon calls out ..” Missed us little flower ,?” Jeff Question as he was the one who stepped in front of the beta while Amon sneaked in their mate from behind both twins planting a tender kiss on each corner of the beta’s lips fu then bury their noses along the crook of his neck their hands reaching to take each of the beta’s hand into their own as they laced their fingers together .
It’s when Jeff stars at a pink blooming rose with red roses around them , reaching he takes the thinnest stem from the two and begins to intertwine the small vines together to create
A small ring with the petals mixing together . Sealing it he pricks his fingers with his blood passing it to Amon to do it with the other while walking and exploring the green house with their mate ..” do you remember when we made you one ?” Amon questions as Jeff softly kisses jiyang’s hand and slides the ring , he and his twin brother made on his finger.

@♡ jeff satur ʷᵉⁿᵈᶦᵍᵒ when jiyang heard of a mention of a greenhouse from the passing staff, it was no surprise to jiyang that all he wanted was a place of warmth. as beautiful as the blanket of snow was over the world as they knew it in that moment... jiyang grew up around fire. fire that burned, and homed themselves along the trenches of volcanoes and lava that burned brighter than the stars at night. who knew he'd miss the warmth of the brothel that lingered in the back of jiyang's mind. and maybe... it was the thought of the greenhouse that had jiyang reminescing about the memories of the arid mountains of qishan, where in the moments of the wet season... the arid plateaus and rocky mountains would erupt in a display of wildflowers. wildflowers that reminded jiyang of the wendigo. 'jeff? amon?' jiyang called through the bond, staring up at the greenhouse that towered before him in it's victorian glory. 'come outside, i want to explore the greenhouse with you.'

@♢ choi san i storm into my sanctuary. frustration running through my veins as i rub my throbbing shoulder. careful not to walk so hurriedly, careful not to hurt myself as i step upon my trembling legs. the memory of the wendigo echoing in my ears . pain doesn’t have to be gone through alone.' of which, i let out a shaky breath. closing my eyes while walking through the dense jungle of the greenhouse before facing the easterly wing of the crystalline globe before pausing when i hear... digging? the tearing of branches and the ripping creaks of branches breaking. my breath catches in my throat, carefully slipping behind one of the jungle's trees as i stare at the hunched back currently obliterating the vegetable beds that faced the eastern horizon. who is it? it is when you turn that i let out a breath, and my irritation and anger only surges tenfold.
i thought i told you to stay out of the green house, choi san.