Bro,, plant courtship such an ascended idea 👀👀 may you please spare us some crumbs? 🙏🙏 how awkward would the courtship displays be for the boys? Would plant!reader even get it, or are they disconnected and kind of confused by them for whatever reason? What kind of display would impress them? It feels like you opened a floodgate in my brain and now I have to analyse the plant bros under a microscope– /pos
Between the two of them, Vash is the first one to make a move—it’s difficult to tell the difference between his motions of courtship and those that aren’t, as he is a friendly man to almost everyone he meets. Finding the occasional trinket hidden amongst your things was curious, but it never once struck you as something worth mentioning. Once you had found a shiny piece of sculpted metal made from several spent bullet casings, and on another occasion there had been a necklace placed perfectly so you’d come across it after waking up, crafted from a rough-cut gemstone that glittered like the full moon.
They were nice and lovely, but there was a particular gift that made your heart flutter upon finding it: a clean, fresh flower. There was something about seeing it, vibrant and in a full bloom, that made you incredibly happy—perhaps it was because the flower, though plucked, was something truly alive. You could feel the gentle hum of its energy flowing through the stem and petals, could sense the fertile soil where it had been so lovingly grown. The instincts of your true form were hardly needed to understand how precious the anonymous gift was, and you made sure to keep that flower alive for as long as you could spare the energy and attention.
Vash, of course, eventually commented upon it. He must have thought he was being sly, but it wasn’t difficult to figure out that it had been him who had gifted it to you. Despite the desire to know where he had gotten it from, there was something that had kept you silent; it felt like a game between the two of you, and somehow you instinctively knew that the game had to play out properly.
What that entailed was entirely beyond your conscious thoughts, since you understood your plant self about as much as you understood your human form: which is to mean not at all. Instincts and innate muscle memory are what led most things for you, like faraway whispers that tried to help you know what to do when all else failed.
You wonder if this is how your people—how plants so many generations back, before perhaps even human influence—had courted one another.
When Knives begun to follow suit with his brother, the notion became even more clear. One flower had become two, then three, then several more. You kept them all alive and at a full bloom, though you aren’t sure how. Instinct demanded that you treat them as precious things, wonderful things, but it was eventually infeasible to simply carry them in a bundle.
So, for no reason that your mind could offer, you started to weave them together. The motions themselves seemed familiar and comforting despite the fact that you had never been taught them; the stem of one flower braided alongside another, over and over until items formed that you could wear instead of carry. A bracelet of bright blossoms, a crown of beautiful blooms; these things somehow felt right to make of the brothers’ gifts, though you couldn’t place a particular reason as to why.
Was it the act of perceived creation which impressed you so deeply? The idea that they could produce something so fragile and beautiful on a planet that didn’t otherwise allow such things to grow?
You didn’t quite know the answer, and doubted that you ever will. What was more important was the fact that, whenever you started wearing their gifts, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of their souls and the soft echoes of their thoughts against your own. Instinct or not, that alone made you feel very happy.
