Like a Virgin || Open
kingofthejungle-tarzan:
Tarzan was relaxing happily in field, somewhere in the Swynlake park that was not too close to town and not too secluded that it was out of the way. He had been feeling somewhat down in the last few days and needed a reprieve from everyday life. He found that lying down surrounded by flowers that tickled his skin and smelled faintly of sweet honey.
It took some time before Tarzan started to hear whispers. Small voices, almost cartoonishly soft and bubbly. They were quiet and hushed, disappearing just a quickly as they came. At first he looked around for someone in the park, but upon seeing no one he laid back down into the flowers, and breathed in the light perfume. Then he heard it again, almost as if he were imagining it.
âThe flowers,â He said to himself, and one nearly giggled beside him. They were unique to the area, Tarzan had never seen such a plant before, even in his textbooks. He assumed they were magic when they began to pop up overnight, and now his assumption was assured. He closed his eyes and listened to them for a while, and when their babbling became words, he listened more intently.
Names he recognized as people from town passed the invisible lips of the flowers, and he wondered if the things these flowers said were truths. Some of the secrets being told were innocent enough, some were devestating. He listened intently, enjoying the one sided conversation as much as he could.
And then, one small flower to the side of him spoke up, itâs voice annoyingly sweet. âTarzan is trying to lose his virginity by the end of summer,â it said. Immediately he shot up and grabbed the offending weed. How could it have known? He hadnât told a soul. His fear grew worse when others started repeating that same phrase over and over, and Tarzan tried to quiet them, hushing the plants like a mad man.
âShh, please! Stop talking!â He said in a hushed yet panicked voice. Looking up to his dismay, he say countless flowers of the same type, happily growing throughout the field and out into town. âOh no,â He murmured, face growing red. In a moment, Tarzan ran into town and started searching for the offending plants everywhere he could, picking them one by one and holding them in a terrible bouquet in his left hand. When someone approached him, he nearly jumped, blushing and nervous.
Sheâd heard about the forest. It had been a discussion her parents talked about at night, hushed voices in the kitchen - wondering what would happen in the forest started doing dangerous things, how it grew closer and closer to the town each day, and how it seemed already to be doing weird things. The flowers sheâd experienced firsthand. Honestly though, it fascinated her more than anything else. The idea of whispering flowers that seemed to know things about people? Riley hadnât even thought about the bad side of gossiping flowers when she was too busy still reeling about talking plants. Ones that might better help her learn about the town too!Â
Though really she supposed she didnât need to know about peopleâs home lives...whether or not they liked boys, or cheated on their spouses. Or even if they wanted to uh ... lose a certain something by the end of the summer. That giggled whisper from one of the closer flowers had drew a blush to her cheeks, her pace picking up to walk away from the voice before she nearly bumped right into the back of a man who - ...was apparently making full bouquets of these things.Â
âSorry!â She apologized immediately, stepping back to give the stranger some space, especially since he looked pretty flustered. âI uh.... Youâre not trying to collect secrets are you?â Riley teased slightly.Â
