You’ll write KingDark? That’s a rarepair I’ve never seen someone else write for. Would it be too much trouble to ask for them in a more fluffy situation? (Sorry if that’s not specific enough or you don’t write soft Dark, I’m kinda new to this blog but I love your writing!)
Sorry it took me so long had a test I needed to study for and didn’t have the time before tonight. The prompt you sent was fine hope you like what I did with it. So without further ado KingDark.
The first was an invitation.
They sat leaned up against the peanut butter jar almost as if waiting for him. A single stalk of small light colored violet flowers just leaning there. Picking it up he felt a tingle go through his hand and spotted something shadowy vanish from where the plant was sitting. Taking a sniff he hummed at the scent before grabbing his jar and leaving the kitchen. Lost in thought about the gift he wandered through the halls until he came across the door to Host’s library. Entering and hoping for it to have answers, he findshimself in the language section of his friend’s collection.
Confused but not foolish he wonders the section for the book he needs. It is just as he is about to leave does he find it: a book on the language of flowers. Smiling he picks it up and finds a comfy spot nearby to begin reading. Page after page he turns hoping to find something on the gift he received. Finally, after what seemed like forever to the poor monarch, he found the right one for his flower.
A Delphinium hybrid- This vibrate violet flower commonly symbolizes fun, big heartiness, and levity. It can also be an indication of ardent attachment.
Blushing lightly at the description King picks up the book again and begins his search anew.
The second was a response.
He was going crazy. With each tick of the clock, another anxious thought ran wild through his head. Did King like the flower? Did he understand its meaning? Would he accept or would he reject it? All those thoughts running circles in his mind unable to stay still long enough for him to even attempt at calming them. Growling at himself for his foolishness he gets up as if to retrieve the flower only fora squeaking at his feet to stop him. Thereby his shoe was a squirrel with a flower trapped in its jaws. Reaching down he holds out his hand allowing the rodent to deposit its gift before the fluffed up rat flees his office.
Yellow and green greet him as not one but two flowers sitin his palm. Long chains of small yellow blossoms grow on one flower while the other has feathery leaves with small simple yellow blooms at the ends. Fennel and Goldenrod. Flattery and Encouragement. Smiling at the cheeky answer Dark runs his fingers over the small blooms as he thinks about his next move.
The third gave comfort.
He woke up cold but his skin was covered in sweat. Eyes glazed and red he looks around his room to see the worried fluffy faces of his subjects. With each second he spends awake he notices more and more details of his agony. His head is beating a drum like beat in his skull. His limbs ache and throb as if he climbed his tree twelve times. But it is a cough that a horrible cough that forces itself through his mouth that makes him cry out. Worried at his sound of pain several of his subjects race down the tree presumably to get help. Yet before help can even begin to arrive he passes out for several hours.
When he comes to he finds himself still cold but in Dr.Iplier’s clinic dressed in scrubs with what might be an IV in his arm. Mind clearer than it was when he first woke up he looks around hoping to find something or someone to tell him what’s going on. However, he finds no one and nothing….Well, nothing except for the plant laying by his bed. There on the table sits a small potted aloe plant.
Healing, Protection, and Affection
Reaching out with shaking hands he pulls the plant close to him and returns to sleep a large warm feeling chasing the cold away.
The fourth brought calm.
His shadows lashed out from behind him as he made his wayto his office. His teeth grinding, grating at the nonsense he just had to put up with. Hands shaking with repressed rage he throws open his door and steps inside. The moment his door shuts again it’s like a valve has been undone and suddenly everything is chaos. Papers go flying through the air. Pens and pencils melt themselves into puddles on both desk and floor. His favorite chair spins widely as if it is about to take off. His aura flashes red to blue to red to blue once more never staying on just one as his anger further destabilizes his form. A horrifying roar escapes him as cracks upon cracks form on his skin. Yet just when it is all is about to blow he spots pink and light red sitting innocently on his desk.
Walking over his form begins repairing itself once the flowers become clearer. A brilliant red poppy and a soft pink snapdragon greethim as if happy to see him. Consolation and Graciousness and Strength. Mood calming at the sheer belief in him radiating from his gift he sits down and just stares at them. Completely uncaring of the destruction he just caused or how closely he came to destroying himself.
The fifth and sixth ended it.
He’d been searching for the other all day. From his office to the meeting room nowhere the monarch looked showed any sign of the eldritch ego. Frustrated and annoyed he thinks about just going back to his tree but ultimately dismisses that. Instead, he goes to the kitchen hoping some food might help him brainstorm some ideas where the other will be. Yet when he gets there the light is on and other already sits at the table. Smiling at how fate seemed to smiling at him King steps forward making sure to hide his gift behind his back until the right moment.
Tapping the older ego on his shoulder he watches smile on his face as Dark nearly jumps out ofhis skin in shock before turning around and seeing him. The two stare at one other for a minute before, as if choreographed, they both pull from behind their back a flower for the other. In King’s, hand sits a simple white daisy standing tall and proud on its stalk. In Dark’s, he holds the weed like yellow yarrow showing off the many bundles somehow all on one stem. Exchanging the two they each blush as the meanings, loyal love and everlasting love, race through their heads.
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