New crackship idea: The Stick X Rysn’s pot of grass.
@vivennakholin, no idea if you’re joking in your tags about writing fic for this but like, I would be excited to read it if you did
(and if you don’t then I might have to)
Grass felt itself being moved, it was an odd sensation, one it didn’t particularly like. Air moved through the blades and it could barely feel warmth radiate from the thing that carried it.Â
I am grass. It thought.Â
Grass was stable, still, it didn’t move. When it was put down Grass felt more like itself.Â
I am grass! The thought was exciting.Â
I, am a stick.Â
The thought startled Grass. It could not sense a stick. The pot it was in, confined its senses, if it was in the ground it would probably feel the stick.
I am grass.Â
I am a stick.
You are a stick?
I am a stick!
What is it like being a stick? Â It was a strange thought for Grass to have. Normally all grass concerned itself with was being grass.Â
I am stick, I am a stick I am a stick. I am… a stick. I am a stick.
You are a stick! Grass thought. There was so much to being a stick, Grass had had no idea. Grass would never really know, it was grass.
I am, I am a stick.Â
I am grass, I like the stick.Â
I am a stick! I am a stick! I am a stick!
Stick!!! Grass felt a surge of warmth that energized it and it wasn’t from the sun.Â
I am a stick.
Grass felt itself being moved again. This time it could also hear the stick’s thoughts fading.
Stick! I want the stick! Grass thought.
You are grass! Stick thought.Â
I am grass!
I am a stick.Â
It was the last thing Grass heard from the stick. It was alone with its thoughts again.
I am grass. It thought. I am grass and I want the stick.Â
