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I've had this idea in my head for literal years but havent written or drawn it here, but the Whump that would be if Cirrus collared vesper, promising to protect, guide, and take care of them (in his own way of course), and then Vesper(sona) gets kidnapped by the Underground nobility or solar believers and tortured because they figured out Cirrus is scheming something big and want to prevent it. They survive and escape, ending up in a hospital, one of Cirrus' followers who works there notifies Cirrus. Later Vesper(sona) is back at home in the church and Cirrus genuinely feels horrible. His one confidant, someone he holds affection for, someone he Vowed to protect- horribly injured and traumatized. He feels like he broke his vow to them as their owner and dominant.
Cirrus finally sat down at his desk, it had been a long day filled with various ceremonies, potion making, clearing out herbs that were in need of tossing. Things had run much later than he had anticipated and he'd be actively working since 6 in the morning. He sighed, sinking back slightly into his chair, though careful to remain dignified to no one's gaze. He turned to pick up the poetry anthologie he had been working on reading. He picked it up and his hand instinctively reached for the ceramic cup on his desk, still warm to his slight surprise. The freshly brewed cup of chamomile tea was a welcome, gentle reprieve.
Cirrus found his work deeply fulfilling,
"I'm very honored, Umber, you've grown so much since I first met you. I'm very proud of you, you'll make a great priest one day." Cirrus said, smiling and grasped their right hand reassuringly. "When you graduate I'll be there to see it." Umber squeezed Cirrus' hand, adoration glimmering in their eyes.
Cirrus had also visited a local infirmary, one of his believers had an ill child and asked if he could visit. Cirrus visited the clinic on occasion to pray for the ill and provide them with some spiritual comfort, to ease their mind. Even if the prayers themselves went unanswered, their faith and emotional state could be valuable reservoirs for strength to fight off the various afflictions they had, Cirrus reasoned.
While he was at the hospital he visited some who were unquestionably at the end of their time here. With their family tearfully gathered round, Cirrus prayed over the old woman. She passed under the soft tides of his prayer. Her family, though deeply grieving was very grateful for the peace he had brought her. "I'm honored to be able to help in such painful times, it's what the lunar god desires of his priests." Cirrus said simply.
Restocking his potions and going through his herbal supply had been a separate ordeal he had set Linden to at the beginning of the day. They had made good progress on tossing the old, unusable herbs and helped Cirrus dutifully as he made potions.
Cirrus was grateful for the chance to read alone, in peace with a cup of tea, the silence like a gentle cocoon around his tired mind.
The two of them lay together, hugged by the linen sheets the scent of herbs still clinging to them. Cirrus lay comfortably on his side, his hair tied up loosely. Linden lay down by his feet, loosely hugging his shin, the compromise they had reached between snuggling a lot and being a good little pet. Cirrus' other foot rested on her head, her soft chestnut hair felt pleasant underfoot. Linden hated feet in almost every other context, but somehow Cirrus' turned her on and being stepped on or otherwise pushed down made her feel secure and grounded. The two of them sank into sleep, thankful the day had come to a close.
They lean up to kiss Cirrus, desperate for his touch and the feeling of his lips. Cirrus leans closer, their eyes are shut and their mouth slightly open, needy with lust. Cirrus pauses and pulls away, smiling down at them, pleased at further fueling their desperation.
in the underground its unclear if plants can photosynthesize so i propose that some mushrooms were bred over time by people and ended up looking similar to flowers (delicate folds that look like petals) and are beloved in the underground. Mushrooms dont need light so they'd be very plentiful.
Thinking about the viel made out of 1000s of honey bee wings and how, if snakes are a sacred animal to the lunar religion maybe during the private collaring ceremony he'd wear a similar veil of snake scales that are partially translucent and shine blue/green/violet depending on how the light hits them
Tomorrow is the big day! We're buzzing with excitement, obviously. And I think you guys deserve a context-free peek into what Cirrus' route is going to contain.
☆ Breakfast choices
☆ A floral café
☆ A friendly face
☆ So many good and safe choices!
☆ No, seriously, it'll be fine!
☆ Choir music
My vespersona's name is Linden (she/they/he). She was an opera singer on the surface but due to a falling out with other musical coworkers she escaped into the underground to get away from everything and "find herself" or whatever. She sung for multiple lunar churches, acting as a groundskeeper in addition to singing during mass to earn her keep.
Eventually she winds up at Cirrus' church and quickly takes a liking to him. They get into bdsm after Linden forgets she has a sex toy in one of her bags and Cirrus notices it. Linden is a masochist and submissive which Cirrus takes notice of and the two grow closer from there. Linden is fairly kind, submissive, anxious, studious, and can be impatient and a bit insecure. Accompanying doodle to come later
Oh and when Cirrus collars them their collar has the same design as his mask does (ie serpentine pattern in pale gold)
additional edit: my idea for their collaring ceremony goes like this, vows to one another (including protocol for Linden), bdsm interspersed with lunar prayers that culminates in Cirrus using a bull whip on Linden, then using lunar incense to brand their inner thigh. Then the aftercare includes a small wedding-esque cake and some of Linden's favorite foods.
