Fruit
[The celestial held out a hand full of pomegrante arils. Fingertips gently stained ruby. The scratches were nigh undetectable.] Here, Dream.. Want some? [His outstretched hand shook oh so slightly, but the rest of his arm remained fairly still. Refined and restrained, there was a pounding in his head.]
(🖊🥀 Tragedy_with_a_melody)
(Ps. I was thinking this could be Pogtopia, but it could be a dream if you want, or idk I'm just like– *throws this pogtopia-coded starter at you for you to do with what you wish*)
Warm Weather Themed Prompts | Accepting
It was a quiet moment between the two of them. The night was warm as they both sat on the edge of the beach close to the water. He had his mask off, a rare sight indeed. A vulnerability that he hated he had.
He glanced at Wilson though, if only he hadn't planned to defect over to Jschlatt for the control Manberg gave... A sigh escaped him though.
"... Weird you go straight for the Pomegranate to offer. Aren't those supposed to resemble Death and Re-birth...?"
He asked quietly, a look of confusion passing through his eyes. He had a habit of reading too into things and seeing as Wilson was the more... poetic member of the server. He felt in his chest that it must have meant something more.