A new adventure commences where the stars our guide, and where we leave the shore an say our goodbyes. Memory circle like shadows in the tide, but over the horizon is a new surprise.
warnings. ah, none ? i believe. only characters being super ooc!
timeline. pre-trolls band together
song. playing god, paramore / not any specific for this
a/n. my writing talent has dissipated but i went to universal and decided to dress up as poppy and became fascinated with this fandom all over again. this is a part of a fic im writing which is a choose your ending type thing (john dory, clay, or branch). this is opening chapter and the second mixed in one :) itll be uploaded on wattpad at a later date.
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"Floyd!"
Tiny (skin/c) fists slammed against the locked closet, thumping repeatedly as it echoed throughout the dressing room. "Floyd, can you hear me?"
Their shouts were slightly muffled, but enough sound escaped to be heard by the blue troll imprisoned in the glass container—previously exchanged with the other.
The two popstars who'd enraptured them figured out early on that, despite the two trolls voices blending together beautifully, if they placed them in the same bottle and extracted their essence at the same time, it only led to dysfunction. And that was the last two those phony popstars craved. Only now, the new diamond ones they had ordered to be able to throw both the trolls in forever were yet to arrive.
Floyd took heavy breathes from within the bottle, listening to his friend scream and cry but his energy remained so depleted he was yet to regain it enough to call back out.
"Flo!"
"Yeah, I'm here." He finally replied weakly, lying back against the bottle. "Are you okay?"
"Are you?"
"No," he coughed, "I don't think neither of us are... or really, will be unless we escape."
They sighed, shaking their head unbeknownst to him, "Don—Don't think like that, Flo."
"What else can I do, (Nickname)? It's been three weeks... or at least I think it has." he took in another heavy breath, "I'm losing track of time."
(Name) punched at the door again.
"You know that's useless,"
"I know." they retaliated with a bark, "Gosh, why'd you have to come find me, Flo?"
Silence rang out for a few seconds at their snapping ask, almost a plead. They never asked for his help—not that they could've, but this situation was far too dangerous. There was no way for him to have rescued them on his lonesome. And now, they were both stuck in this eternal torture.
"I couldn't leave you behind," He spoke slowly, more clear. "We're a duo, remember?"
"Barely—temporarily." they corrected him, "You're a soloist."
"You know that changed the second you came up on that stage and started singing with me."
(Name)’s fists dropped from the door, now leaning their forehead against it pitifully as a small, pained laugh bursted from them at the kindness and honesty of his words. If there was anyone in the world they wanted to get stuck with there, it'd be him. "Yeah,"
"Do you wanna try singing again?"
"I don't know if I have the energy for it," they mumbled, "You probably don't either."
Their hand reached out to pull down a streak of white hair, a pattern that had oriented from the constant raking of their essence prior to Floyd's capture. They were starting to miss their full (hair/c) locks, now deviated.
"Let's just try, yeah?"
A beat.
(Name) let out an almost imperceptible hum, breaking out into lyrics in quiet submission to his request.
PLAYING GOD; PARAMORE.
"Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision..." They walked around the closet, looking around the dark and practically empty space, "Well maybe you should tie me up, so I don't go where you don't want me to."
Floyd smiled softly, their voice carrying that soothing, mesmerizing effect it's always had since he first heard it.
"You say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging." he sang as they went quiet to allow him his moment in the duet, "Yeah, how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat."
In an almost flawless harmony, the two vocalized.
"Woah-oh-ah!"
"You don't have to believe me! But the way I, way I see it..."
Floyd's voice suddenly warbled at the end and he fell backwards, a splitting pain hitting his head.
"Ah..." he hissed.
The other continued singing but at the lack of his voice, they halted, calling out worriedly.
"I'm okay, just..."
As his eyes opened back up, he watched as a troll face planted into the desk. Floyd scrambled backwards, eyes squinting in confusion at the sudden appearance and familiarity of the hair.
"Ugh..." the troll groaned, hopping back up and rushing towards the diamond encasing. "Yo, Floyd!"
"John Dory?!"
(Name)’s ears twitched at another voice, standing up straight, returning to the door. "Is someone else there with you?”
"I can't believe it," Floyd drowned out their voice momentarily, unintentionally, gawking at his now much older-older brother. "I never thought I'd see any of my brothers again," he smiled, pressing both hands against the glass.
"Brother?" They gasped.
Floyd perked up, eyes widening. They darted to the button to unlock the closet, pointing at it desperately. There was no way he was going to allow this blessing to get away from helping at least one of them. The better of the two.
"John Dory, go hit that button over there!" He looked towards the door, afraid of the popstars entering soon.
"I gotchu, brother!"
John Dory's head quickly whipped around in the direction, then back to Floyd, about to inquire on the reasoning behind the command but the desperate haze in his eyes was all he needed for an answer.
With a flashing smirk, he hopped down from the vanity to a chair and then the floor, using his hair to slap the button—the closet opening with a click.
(Name) fell forward, previously leaning against the door to make sure they didn't miss a single moment of the commotion occurring on the other side of the wall. They didn't question John Dory, nor did they really thank him for freeing them, sore legs almost failing from beneath them as they scrambled up and towards the vanity.
"Wait up!" J.D. called out with a tired hoot.
The two climbed back up to the vanity.
Upon reaching the top, (Name) wasted no time in pounding against the glass despite knowing it's useless, pressing their forehead against the bottle—Floyd copying the same, yearning action from within.
"You're... translucent." he ogled at the bottom half of their legs; glittery and clear, a consequence of having the life sucked out of them so often.
Their eyes trailed down, concluding that this must’ve occurred only moments before—the darkness of the closet hid that fact.
"Don't worry about me," they chose to ignore their own issues, "We're gonna get you out of here," they promised.
"Yeah! Bro-power!" the older troll rose his fist, ready to slam it against the container.
Floyd stopped him, shouting. "No! You both have to get out of here now."
"Floyd—" the both outside trolls started.
Floyd's attention turned to John Dory, hoping he'd see more reason than his friend.
“No! You don't understand. Velvet and Veneer are giant, pop-obsessed succubi with no talent and they've been stealing ours!" he gestured towards (Name), "And they'll be back any minute for more."
"What?!" John Dory gasped, "That's even worse than lip-syncing!"
(Name) opened their mouth to argue against leaving—an agonizing jolt snapped through their body, resulting in then tumbling to the floor, heaving similar to Floyd earlier.
Floyd turned to them, dropping to his knees as he reached out despite knowing it was fruitless.
John Dory saw this and shook his head. "No, not my brother! Not today." he took several steps backwards, "You stay back, gorgeous, I got this...”
"W—Wait."
John Dory rushed forward, tiny feet bursting and landing face-first roughly against the bottle.
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After several (and useless) attempts of breaking through, Floyd and you, having regained yourself, shared a look.
"Joh-John, John, stop!" Floyd urged whilst you approached the said male, helping him up from the vanity floor. "The bottle is made of diamond," you sighed.
Floyd continued: "And there's only one thing that's powerful enough to shatter diamond."
John Dory stared at him for a hot second before jumping up, pointing a determined finger. "Right! A diamond-shattering, diamond hammer!"
You stared at him in disbelief, glancing back at Floyd.
"Where can we get one of those..." J.D. muttered in genuine thought.
"No, John." Floyd retorted. "It's the perfect family harmony. (Name) and I have been trying to hit one but two voices haven't been enough."
The older troll's eyed widened, "Of course! The perfect family harmony..." his fists furled, looking between the two of you.
Floyd nodded sadly, face falling.
"Our voices sound like garbage!"
Velvet's voice echoed from down the hall, the door to the room sliding open with a swish as the shadow of her heated figure neared.
"We've been dying out there! What we need is more troll."
"Floyd..." you started but he cut you off, shaking his head.
"Run, you two! Save yourselves!"
"I'm not leaving you behind!" You banged your fist against the bottle.
Useless, it all was.
John Dory glanced at Floyd and then you, furrowing his brows, making an executive decision to grab you and launch his grappling hook back to the vent.
"Let me go!"
His grip was hard, holding on to assure you didn't scramble and fall.
"Don't worry, Floyd! I'll be back with the bros!"
"Floyd!"
"You have my wooord!"
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Ultimately, you had no choice but to follow John Dory once you'd finally convinced him that he could drop you and let you walk on your own two feet.
There was no use in running back—there wasn't much of a chance for you to help Floyd if you did. Both of you sitting there, getting drained, wasn't gonna do anything. All you longed for was that Velvet and Veneer had at least half a heart to not overstep boundaries with the singing essence.
It didn't take long to escape the vents and hop into John Dory's armadillo bus, one he briefly introduced as Rhonda.
"Atta girl!" he cheered, getting behind the wheel and racing off through the crowded streets of Mount Rageous.
You plopped down in a corner, knees up and face hidden between them, suppressing the urge to cry tears. Tears from finally receiving freedom but even more tears at the fact Floyd now had to suffer alone.
A small sniff escaped past you.
John Dory peered back, not speaking much on the way to the bus.
"Hey, ah, I never really got your name. (Wrong/n), was it?"
"(Name),” you corrected.
"Right!" he hummed, "Pretty name. I'm John Dory, awesome leader of the great boy-band BroZone, and your savior…”
His peppy energy was insane to you considering he had just left Floyd behind. Albeit, he didn't have any other option, but still. Seeing his brother endangered should at least be shaking him to the core, not relighting his mood.
You bit your tongue on the thanks, only shooting him a glare (one he missed) at his phrasing.
"So!" he started again.
You missed it when he was quiet.
"How'd Floyd and you get yourselves trapped in all this, anyway?"
You only stuffed your face further into your legs, groaning loudly, hoping he’d receive the hint that you weren’t interested in any small talk. Any talk at all.
"Okay..."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be like this but I'm exhausted,"
He adjusted the rearview mirror to look back at you with pity, frowning with a nod.
“Oh, okay," he submitted, "I got you. Rest up."
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The road was bumpy underneath you, Rhonda rolling on rocks and pebbles, causing your body to shake and jump and throw the warm blanket off of you—wait blanket?
You sat up with a start, and instead of the floor you remembered falling asleep on, you were laid on a comfortable, cushioned couch.
Your eyes flitted to the bus driver ahead who hummed a small tune, tilting your head.
John Dory’s eyes glimpsed into the mirror, spotting your peering head.
"Well, good morning, sunshine! Sorry if the bumps woke you up—I tried going another way but it was gonna slow us down too much."
You only blinked, rubbing your tired eyes.
"Thanks for uh... lying me on the couch."
"No prob, bob." He grinned.
The van was covered in pictures of the boyband, a detail you only noticed now. You were too depleted and exhausted when you first entered to properly admire and assess the interior of the vehicle.
Honestly, it was... nice. Welcoming, almost.
Your eyes crossed the pictures, brows furrowing at the familiarity of the boys. Three you knew for sure—Floyd, now John Dory, and one more. The other two were nothing but what felt a distant memory of recognition.
"You like BroZone?"
John Dory approached you from behind, allowing Rhonda to momentarily take the reins.
"Not really," you scratched your ear, "I mean, I haven't really listened. Floyd hasn't spoken too much of you guys... and anything he has said wasn't super friendly."
He forced a chuckle, "Yeah, that... that's expected."
You looked towards him, eyeing his outfit. He returned the gaze, puffing out his jacket with a wink as if you were checking him out, his own eyes giving you a once-over.
They paused at your glitter, transparent legs.
"You're, uh..." he leaned down, grunting, as he assessed the damage. "Clear. And glittery. Is that normal for a troll?"
"You tell me," you retorted, crossing your arms.
"Well, how would I know? There's so many different type of trolls that you might just be special!" he chuckled heartily, standing back up.
You didn't find it as funny.
"What type of troll are you?" he asked, now fully analyzing your appearance. "See, at first I thought you were just a pop troll but you got these things—" he flicked at your jagged ears, "and your hair's a little crazier... and your outfit isn't exactly super pop-py..."
"Okay, back up!"
"But then you aren't a rock troll because you're too colorful and, then again, your clothes don't exactly match the rock vibe either..."
He circled you in thought, leaning in close to your face, "Hmm..."
A sudden bump in the road had him tumbling on top of you, bringing you both to the floor.
You both groaned as he pushed himself up, staring down at you with a smug smirk. "Well, hello there," he purred.
You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you, standing up and stepping away.
"Dude, you seriously need to learn to give some space."
Your hands wiped down your clothes, glaring at the other increasingly-annoying troll. How could he ever be related to your Floyd? You supposed this was a big clue as to the reason of disbandment.
He opened his mouth to speak again once standing, silenced by your raised finger.
"I'm a pop-punk troll."
John Dory stared for a few more seconds before breaking into a long: "Ohh!". He nodded his head repeatedly, "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense, actually. I overheard you and Floyd singing while in the vents—it was... actually how I managed to track you both down. It was a total hedge-maze in there!"
Your thoughts flew back to Floyd, frowning. You hoped he was okay. It was only a matter of time until...
You glanced down at your legs, kicking one forward for a second. "This is a result from Velvet and Veneer sucking the troll out of me."
John Dory swallowed, nodding quietly.
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The journey was... longer than expected.
The more time you spent with John Dory the more infuriating he became—while, all the same, the more you grew to like him. He was... terrible company but he had his moments of kindness where that smug persona he played up would dissipate and within stood someone you could actually stand.
"Pit stop! Here," he launched a packed sandwich at you, "Eat up. We're still a good distance according to Rhonda,"
"According to... Rhonda?" you trailed off, taking a small bite of your sandwich. "How exactly do you communicate with her?"
He shrugged his shoulders with a smile.
"We just understand each other," he pulled another source of food out, stepping towards the exit of the bus and motioning for you to follow along.
Rhonda started jumping up and down as soon as John Dory entered her line of sight, the older male cooing and rubbing at her lovingly.
"Who's my good girl? You are, yes, you!"
She licked a stripe up his face and he only snorted in response.
You grimaced.
"She's a cutie," he sighed, holding out the larger bag of pebbles. Rhonda didn’t hesitate in stuffing her face in.
"I can... see that," you looked over her, not helping the giggle that escaped your mouth in amusement.
He smiled at the sound, eyes softening. "Hey, that's the first time I've heard you laugh!"
"Maybe try being funnier next time," you quipped with another, stronger laugh—John Dory gleefully joining in the pointless titters.
It soon faded out, left with nothing but the sweet sound of silence.
Silence that didn't last very long. He couldn't shut his mouth for longer than three minutes, it seemed.
"So, I never asked... how do you and Floyd know each other?"
"Oh, I'm surprised you haven't inquired on that yet," you spoke honestly, blinking.
"I didn't wanna intrude, you know..." he paused, sending you a smirking look, "Are you two together?~"
You flushed, flinching at the notion.
"What? Me and Floyd? No, no, no, no, never!"
Your reaction spurred him on, continuing to taunt.
"Oh, come on, you can't hide it now! Look at you—all red in the cheeks," he cooed at you in the same manner he did with Rhonda, "You know, it's a little disappointing because honestly, I was hoping to snatch you up for myself but oh well! Good on Floyd—"
"We are not together, John Dory!" You managed to spill out through the fluster, holding your hand out in front of you.
"Why deny it now?"
"Floyd is—..."
You cut yourself off, biting your tongue and narrowing your eyes at John Dory. You didn't wanna accidentally out your best friend to the brother he hasn't seen in ages. Floyd doesn't really make an attempt to hide his romantic orientation but he isn't incredibly open about it either.
"I'm not his type, that's all I'm gonna say," you held your hands up, trying not to express any sadness in your phrasing to make him believe this fantasy any longer, walking back into the armadillo.
John Dory squinted his eyes, the cogs turning in his head for a second as he slowly caught on.
"Oh."
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Ugh, what was that blistering sound that kept crawling up and waking you up?!
The pillow that had been tossed over your head and held in a poor attempt to commit suicide at the lack of sleep was punched to the floor, eyes narrowed in a heated glare towards the ceiling.
At first, in your half-awake state, you assumed it was the critters outside—tittering and chirping as they do. Expected, of course. You were sleeping in the middle of a forest, after all, but the sound was stranger. Closer, almost.
Then, you were convinced it was Rhonda, mentally cussing out the armadillo in your mind as you pleaded with the Ancestors above to silence her chittering snoring.
Around the sixth time you were suddenly awoken, you knew it had to be the male dead asleep beside you. So calm, peaceful... snoring and groaning like he owned the place!
Which, in fact, he did, but there was company! You! And also Rhonda. How did she ever sleep through his tussles and turns? This incessant rumbling was becoming entirely too much for your poor troll ears, extra sensitive to sounds as so many others.
"Dory..." you uttered, still looking up to the roof.
He didn't say anything in response, continuing to mutter and grunt in his sleep.
"Dory!" you whisper-shouted a little louder, hands clenching the blanket that covered your cold body.
There was silence for a second before he continued.
Okay, that's it.
With a loud groan, openly hoping it would wake him up, you sat up and turned to him with a fire blazing in your exhausted eyes. A fire that dimmed almost as soon as your gaze landed on his scrunched up face, brows furrowing tightly, and his usual-grinning face in a deep, uncomfortable scowl.
Reading his lips, you could vaguely make out some of the words.
'No...'
'Don't...'
'Stop...'
You swallowed, the tight look on your face softening. Was he getting any comfortable sleep? Was this why he always looked so... tired despite having so much energy? The deep bags under his eyes were hard to miss and you were convinced it wasn't just a result of age.
"Dory," you slipped out from your blanket and trudged towards him, taking small steps to not scare him awake, "Hey, Dory?"
As soon as you laid a hand on him, he sprouted up and grabbed you, turning you over on your stomach with the hand he grabbed pressing uncomfortably against your back, successfully rendering you motionless.
"(Name)?" he mumbled as his eyes opened, your pained sounds waking him up fully. He didn't hesitate in letting you go, untwisting your arm and holding it close to him, peppering kisses along it that had you turning hot everything.
"I'm so sorry, I, ah..." he grumbled, voice deeper than regular from sleep, "I thought you were someone else,"
You stared at him with pity. This poor boy had been out here alone so long—who knows what kind of things he ran into.
"It's okay," you whispered, leaning closer to put your arms around him in a hug, "I'm okay, don't worry,"
He paused in his movements, only hugging you back after a hot moment, arms tighter around you than expected.
"I thought you were someone else," he echoed.
"Nah, it's just me," you offered a smile as you pulled back, searching his worried expression.
This kindness from you was unexpected... but not unwanted. He took it all in before it slipped away from him again.
"Do you..."
He blinked, waiting for you to continue.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
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"John Dory!"
You squealed, tossing and turning as his hands made a relentless attack to your abdomen, saying things you couldn't quite make out through your own fit of laughter.
"Come on, admit it! I'm hilarious, sweetheart!"
You shook your head and he only continued, laughing along with you as years spilled from your tears.
"Okay, I relent—I relent!" Your hands threw themselves up in surrender.
He pulled his fingers back, wiggling them to taunt and pressure you into saying the magic words he so desperately needed to hear.
"You are hilarious,"
"I couldn't hear you—speak up a bit, maybe?" He hummed.
"Dude!"
He went in to attack again but stopped as your hands intertwined with his, "John Dory, you are hilarious."
"Damn right, I am,"
His voice came out low at the close distance, glancing from your eyes to your lips, in perfect position for him to just swoop in and—
"Kiss you?"
"What?" You flushed, brows knitting together tightly.
"What?" He repeated back to you, pushing himself away from you with an even deeper blush coating his cheeks, "Ahem, I said I was gonna miss you."
That didn't make it any better.
"Right, of course." you knew you heard otherwise but chose to ignore it. There was no reason to make things complicated now. Floyd still needed saving. "We'll still hang out, Dory, don't worry."
"Maybe," he grumbled, walking up the driver's seat.
You frowned at his sudden mood, not used to seeing him so down at all. And never so suddenly. Only occasionally, late at night, or when you catch him tossing and turning in the darkness of sleep. Those nightmares seemed relentless.
You walked up behind him, placing an arm on his shoulder to recapture his attention.
"Hey, don't..."
"We're here!" he grinned.
"Bergen Town? Woah..."
It looked so different from what you remembered years ago—back when you were younger. From the hill you two were on, you could catch trolls conversing with Bergens who smiled and laughed, colors spreading across the previously dull town.
"Stay here, I'll go get him,"
"Wait, get who?"
"Branch,"
"Branch?!"
You had no clue that's who you were picking up! The Branch? Your brows furrowed and you shook your head, "Wait, I didn't know—"
"Just stay here! It'll be better if someone who knows him gets him!" he tugged on his goggles, exiting the bus and slamming the door shut behind him.
"But!"
You were too late.
Reluctantly, you took a seat on the driver's chair, watching as John Dory grappled his way to the houses—leaping and jumping.
{A/N; First time writting for trolls and a non x reader, lets see how this goes <3}
{Plot; Veneertexts his online friend before his interveiw with kid ritz!}
{Word count; 505}
{Tags; Fluff, Online friends, Drabble, Pop star x interviewer.}
“Veneer! HELLO?” “Yeah, sis?” Veneer straightened his posture when Velvet's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “We’re on in 10! Get it together!” Velvet sometimes sounded like she was his manager, a much more outspoken manager than Crimp, of course, a little aggressive too. but Veneer knew deep down that she cared, rarely in a more comforting way, though. His phone buzzed on the vanity, and he opened up Disco, hoping a message from his close friend might help his nerves before the interview on the bop on top.
Feltface44: Heyyy, how's it going, VV?
VVexpert23: Hey Felt, I'm fine.
Feltface44: Oh no, what's wrong??? :(
VVexpert23: I'm just... I'm stressed about something I have to do soon.
Feltface44: Like what? Some kind of presentation at your job?
Veneer bit his lip. As much as he wanted to tell his friend he was a famous singer, he knew he didn't actually know what they looked like, and he couldn't risk such vulnerable messages about his life being leaked to the media.
VVexpert23: Yeah, there's going to be SO many people, and I don't know what to do T^T
Feltface44: Step 1—Relax, dude, and even if it's hard, just remember that nobody's gonna laugh at you, and if they do, I will personally hunt them down for you.
Veneer let out an almost audible chuckle; it surprised him to see someone that didn't even know what he looked like or what his real name was care.
Feltface44: Step 2—I've got your back; think about how glad you'll be once it's done—or maybe think about trying to relax in the moment, whichever works for you…
Veneer watched the typing icon appear and disappear for several moments as his friend typed.
Feltface44: I really do care about you, VV. You've really understood me in ways I haven't connected with someone in so long, and it's hard with a job like mine, especially since they haven't wanted to get close to me.
Feltface44: I'll always believe in you, VV, just as you've believed in me.
Veneer would've asked more about his friend's job, but he would have to wait for after. He could barely read through the heartfelt message when Velvet yelled out, “VENEER!” “I’m coming, sis!” He stumbled out of his seat, and just before he got out onto the set for his interview with Kid Ritz, he sent a reply.
VVexpert23: Thanks, I won't be worried when you've probably done worse to give yourself the name ‘Feltface.’.
Veneer practically threw his phone at Crimp nearby, telling her to hold onto it, and as he looked in the direction of Kid Ritz, he noticed him smiling about something and then typing; a moment later, his phone in Crimp's hands buzzed. He sat down next to Velvet in one of the chairs across from Kid Ritz as he processed what that meant, feeling his nerves slowly heat up in a way he didn't expect.
This was going to be interesting for Mount Rageous to watch live on air.
Blogger notes: I know you all are probably sick of reading my SMUT and NSFW but I'm giving that a break anyways I decide to write some fluff and non smut for poppy and val in trollstopia I personally ship them they are total girlfriends haha anyways I feel like poppy can both date branch and val at the same time so I'll probably write a poly relationship w poppy,branch and val I'll even do a smut one in the future but in the mean time here's some fluff and non-smut for you all while I take a break enjoy <3
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-Poppy Knows that her girlfriend Val loves her but she wouldn’t admit that Val loves her intentionally
-Val is shy about telling poppy how she feels such as "I love you." and stuff
-Val isn't much of a PDA But she'll only let poppy hold her hands/link arms with her that its much like branch she would rather keep that PDA Private or when she's alone
-Poppy and Val has a whole playlist of songs that they will listen to when they hangout or do stuff together etc
-Val isn't big on going out on a date but she'll definitely take poppy on a date once a week but it usally something that val would do rather than what poppy would do poppy was hoping that her rockstar Gf would take her on a picnic date
-Val is overprotective of poppy she won't let any trolls near poppy not even branch or her father...
"Uhh, Vals Can I please just talk to my dad please you know him he would never hurt me." Poppy said
"Oh, Sorry poppy I'll put him down." Val said
-Val was deadass afraid that poppy father would think bad about her because she made a bad first impression
-Poppy Would drag Val to a taylor swift concert
-Val and Poppy had taylor swift friendship Bracelets <3
-Val Loves it when poppy hugs her and flirt w her it makes her blush she won’t admit that
-They have matching phone case and everything Holly wasn't jealous she knew that poppy and Val are dating so she doesn’t mind
-They have nicknames for each-other but Val allowed poppy to call her nickname when they are alone
-During their alone time Val and Poppy would lay on top of each-other the couch while Val Combed her soft fingers through poppy hair Val likes how soft poppy hair were
-Val would watch what ever poppy watches but sooner she would beg poppy to let her pick a movie/show
"Okay, if I let you watch your show/Movie if I get scared promise me you'll hold me?" Poppy said giving her that puppy eye
As Val groans "Okay, fine pop squeaks" (I think I spelled that wrong)
-Val Would let poppy play,style her hair
-Val usally spends the weekends with poppy meaning that they have sleepovers
-Poppy would be the one to wake Val up cause Val likes to sleep in
-Val don’t mind hugging other trolls but she will and can hug poppy for hours even days even til death due them apart
-Val Loves brushing poppy soft hair even if poppy did or didn't ask Val would still brush poppy hair because Val loves how soft her hair was so Val desperately ask poppy for a hair care routine
-Poppy try to get Val to say I love you to her so poppy would have to force it on Val so she and Val would watch a romantic movie together
"So Val, Is there somthing you wanna say to me?" Poppy asked teasing her
"Uh, no poppy I clearly don't and why are we watching this romance movie anyways is making me feel weird." Val said looking away you can tell she's blushing
-At the end of the movie she would give val a kiss on the cheek "Thanks for watching a movie with me I love you do you love me?" poppy asked teasing Val again knowing that she was feeling weird and she was blushing the whole time
-Val was so annoyed by her GF so she was even blushing harder "Okay fine Poppy since you want to hear it Fuck it I love you okay happy." Val said crossing her arm looking away blushing....
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Tags: Broppy, Not rated, Trolls Mythology Au, Slow Burn Fluff
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Notes: This chapter... is twice longer than usual. I just didn’t see a reason to cut it in half. That would be cruel tbh
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Everything is fine. Isn't it?
Every day and night is the same, as they used to be... Poppy walks on the hill, this very specific hill they used to climb on to pass the Staff along. Then she meets Branch. He asks for one more night or day to finish the thing he works on. And she agrees. He walks away, with the Staff or without it, and Poppy always watches him for so long.
Why.
Why does this feel so bad? Why does it hurt so much? Everything is fine. Poppy didn't lose anything - she still has her wonderful job, amazing friends, and basically everything the Immortal could dream of. Her teamwork with the god of the Night is just... Temporary pendant. Nothing to worry about. Branch is just making some surprise...
The goddess doesn't know how long she has to wait. Two weeks passed, but what is just two weeks for Immortals? Poppy knows it should be nothing... But it feels like forever.
Why. Why she can't just patiently wait? Why the feeling in her heart, so warm and pleasant earlier, now is so heavy and painful. She can't enjoy anything as much as she used to. Her sweet job becomes a boring routine. She realizes she smiles way rarer.
Why?
Poppy feels like a little child with those feelings. So pitiful. She sits every Night under this oak where Branch showed her a shadow. She plays with an oak leaf in her hand, watching lightning bugs flying around the meadow. Or watching the stars above her. They always make her even sadder. No matter how long she sits there, she never sees Branch. She can see him only for a minute on the hill.
And why? Why is this so sad for her? She used to live without him for so long. She doesn't need him to live or be happy, she used to be happy without him too. Didn't she? It's not the end of the world. It's not even forever. It's temporary, isn't it?
And why, why is Branch so into something? What is this? What did the rainbow inspire him to? What is he making? Maybe something with colors... Poppy remembers a spark in his eyes when he stared at the rainbow. He was so amazed by its colors. Yeah, he is making something colorful for sure. Maybe he dreams about colors visible in the Dark. Cause it is known that during the Night colors fade and almost everything is black or grey. Poppy feels her heart getting filled with new hope. Maybe if she makes something with colors that are visible in the Night, she will get a little bit more of Branch's attention? Maybe he would leave his project and come back to her? She imagines his gentle smile on his pretty blue face. His azure eyes meeting hers. She reminds herself of his touch on her cheek. Cold but so tender and affectionate... She misses him so much...
The goddess of the Day stops the thing she is doing and walks toward the Palace. A hope pushes her in this direction. She wants to believe that not in vain.
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- I don't know - Smidge frowns at a flower. - I'm still not sure about the spikes.
- It needs them to protect itself from critters! - Meadow explains.
- Yes, hurting the critters - Milton adds, putting his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. - I'm also not sure about them.
- But the spikes create a good arrangement with its carmine petals - Satin points out, touching the flower carefully.
- Disagree, sister - Chenille crosses her arms on her chest. - It's too edgy for me.
- It's poetic beauty, not so obvious. I'm bored of doing boring things, let me experiment a bit, sis!
- Well, I really like how it looks now - Meadow, the goddess of plants, gets down to the flower. - If we can make spikes less sharp, can we keep them? I want it to be safe, not like other of my mites.
- Let me think a bit about it - Milton grabs his head with both of his hands. He sighs heavily. - But please, later, not now, I'm so tired of thinking about this flower.
- Oh, you - Smidge pats him in his elbow. She is too short to reach any higher. - We do take a break. Let's just change the topic a bit.
- Thank you...
- Hi, guy!
Immortals turn to the pink, bright lady waving to them on the horizon.
- Poppy! - Satin beams at the goddess walking to them. - What perfect timing!
- Why is it so perfect?
- We need to talk about anything else than that flower - Chenille points at the little plant on the ground.
- What is this?
- We want to create a flower with Rose's name - Meadow explains. - Just for sentimental reasons.
Poppy gazes at slender leaves on dark green stem with little spikes. The carmine petals draw around themselves, creating a beautiful red mosaic.
- It's wonderful - She says, but in her voice and her mild smile is hidden a note of gloom.
- Is everything okay? - Smidge asks, looking at her with worry.
The goddess of the Day forces herself to rise the corners of her lips a bit higher.
- I'm fine, everything is fine. Nothing wrong happened, I'm just... a bit tired.
Immortals look at each other. Poppy is known as a very, very, VERY energetic, vivid, and loud person. At least as a person who never gets tired, especially of her job. But no one says anything.
- So, what do you need from us? - Milton asks carefully.
- Well, I need something light and colorful - The pink face brightens a bit. - Something really visible in the darkness. Something like, I don't know, colorful safe flames? - She turns to the twins. - Can you design something like that?
- Let me guess - Chenille clicks her tongue and lifts her eyebrow. - Another 'surprise' for Branch?
- Well...
- Last time we painted with you the whole sky in blue! - Smidge chuckles. - I mean, it is so gorgeous now, white clouds look amazing on it, but damn it, that was a huge thing!
- Yeah, not mentioning the rainbow - Satin adds. - Poppy, isn't that too much?
- What are you talking about, those things are breathtaking! - Meadow protests.
- She means, giving gifts - The tiny, yellow goddess of Honesty crosses her arms, looking at Poppy. - Do you really need those things?
The pink lady stares at them blankly during their talk. She looks up joylessly at the Gold Sphere. “Do they need those ‘surprises’?’’ she asks herself in her mind.
- I don't know - She says, shyly gets her sight down. - But I like it...
- I mean, gifts aren't a bad thing - Smidge corrects herself. - But if the friendship is only giving gifts, so there's gifts, no friendship, am I right?
Poppy doesn't say anything for a long while.
- Hey - The tiny yellow goddess gets close to her. - I just see, you are sad. And I'm asking what's happening? Maybe I'm wrong...
- Actually, you're right - Poppy interrupts her firmly. Then she closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths. - I'm sorry, that was too firm... But you're right - She hides her face in her hand. - You are so right...
The awkward Silence falls among them and passes a minute or two.
- So... - Milton tries to ask again. - What happened?
- Nothing - The pink goddess sighs. The wave of helplessness hits her right into her heart. - Absolutely nothing. And I don't understand... Why is it hurt so much...
- What specifically? - Meadow asks shyly.
- This... This nothing... - She gets her head up and looks at her friends with eyes full of tears. - This Silence... Between me and Branch.
- I know it's a really bad question - Chenille frowns. - But why is Branch so important?
- I have no idea! - Poppy speaks a bit too loud. Her lips vibrate, her sight is already blurry. All she knows now is a hint of sadness.
- Okay, okay, calm down - Smidge says softly. - Just tell us what you know, okay? What do you feel?
Poppy sniffs. She wipes her tears from her eyes. Her knees become weak, so she sits down, not caring what the rest thinks about it.
- What I know - She repeats blankly and takes another deep breath. - I know that nothing wrong happened. We created the waterfall to make some kind of infinity rainbow... And then Branch just walked away... He said he works on some big project... Every time I meet him, he begs for a bit more time to finish it... - She clenches her hands on the Staff so tight. - And now... I don't talk with him too much... I mean... At all...
Poppy sniffs once again and wipes another tear from her cheek. Her words are quieter and quieter the more she speaks.
- It's been two... Maybe three weeks. I know it's nothing, so short... And I know it's not forever. He'll have done what he's doing and everything will be as before...
She sighs heavily.
- But that hurts for some reason... I don't know why... I miss walking with him and... And talking and... And just him. I miss him... - She hides her face into her hand once again. - Not sure if he feels the same although...
- Well, that's a weird kind of friendship - Chenille says after a long while of Silence. - I've never heard about friendship that can hurt.
- So the lack of Branch's presence is painful? - Smidge wants to be sure.
- Yeah... - Poppy sniffs, still avoiding eye contact.
- So let me guess, you wanted to make another gift to catch his attention? - Satin asks.
- I guess so...
- So If he comes back to you, you will be happy again?
The pink goddess gets her head up at Milton's questions to look at him humbly. She takes a long, snatchy breath.
- Yes.
- Well then, what happened that he came to you in the first place? - Smidge continues analyzing. - I mean, what did make you talk or something?
Poppy glances at the Staff, reminding the last months.
- I told him what I felt - She says after a while, with a much stronger voice. - About the situation... You know, this whole "greeting" awkward situation I told you a lot.
- You have to tell him what you feel right now about THIS awkward situation! - The goddess of Honesty jumps up with a sudden hit of energy. She throws her little fists in the air. - You have to tell him! You have to fight! - She grabs Poppy's blue dress and yells right into her face. - I don't know what is between you and Branch, but I saw you happy that you were never before and I saw him smiling and laughing and taking part in Sharing like he NEVER was expected to do, and whatever it is YOU HAVE TO FIGHT FOR IT, GIRL!
- Okay! Okay! Calm down - Milton grabs Smidge with both his hands and takes her away from Poppy.
- Well, maybe that was too loud - Satin takes a look at the tiny yellow goddess.
- But It was all true - Chenille ends her sister's sentence.
- Yeah - Meadow adds. - I think... Well, I'm not the god of Friendship, but I'm sure it's not like Branch just gives up on your relationship. As Smidge said, it makes him happy too.
Poppy looks at her with hope. Her heart starts to beat warmer at those words.
- Sometimes a friend gets lost in something and needs a friend to get him out - Smidge puts her hand on Poppy's shoulder. She's much calmer now, she gives her friend a really wide smile, making the pink goddess chuckles.
Poppy takes a deep breath and her face brightens with a little, but real and genuine smile.
- Thank you. Thank you all - She looks around at her friends. - I'll do that.
- And we'll design this colorful-light-thing - Chenille announces with a smile.
- Just because we like challenges - Satin chuckles.
- I feel like we should call R and B to that project...
- But first, we have to finish a rose! - Meadow protests.
Milton chuckles at his friends and then glances at Poppy.
- It's almost twilight - He tells her. - Go talk to him
- You know where to find us! - Smidge adds, with a little hit in the pink arm.
The goddess of the Day chuckles slightly and stands up with the Staff of the Light in her hand. She looks at the horizon, fearing the first step. Her heart beats with hope and doubts, but she doesn't let her mind think of "what-if"s. She wants to try what her friends advised her. She wants to try, she wants to fight... She wants Branch back...
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Poppy is standing. Oh yeah. She is standing like she never did before! Standing so hard, standing so firm, standing so desperate. The pure bold beams from her statement. She is standing with a goal, she is standing on the hill, on that specific hill, ready to fight, ready to everything. The bloody sky fades behind her back. Oh, the goddess looks like a warrior, no, like a winner already! And all her strength is almost touchable...
...until it washes over her and soaks into the ground with a very first sight of the black hair of the Night.
Weak. Weak is the word her whole shaking body is screaming at her. You are so weak, Poppy.
Branch arrives at the hill without a word. So naturally for the god of the Silence. He views her face blankly. His blue eyes are painted with tiredness. He... He looks so exhausted. So pure. There's not a slightest shadow of a bad intention in his husky voice:
- Poppy... - He clears his throat, and continues calmly. - I know it's a lot to ask... But can you give me one more night and day?
The goddess feels her heart melt. How could she be firm to him looking like that, asking like that?
But then, she knows, it looks like that every twilight, every dawn, and it will still be like that as long as she agrees. So when the blue hand reaches for the Staff, she sets it back, giving him a firm look.
- No - She announces.
- Poppy, I have to start the Night...
- I don't care - She throws and feels her lips shake already.
Branch looks at her with a real puzzlement.
- You don't care? - He frowns. His voice gets a bit husky again. - What does it even mean?
- I am not giving you the Staff - She emphasizes every word.
- But why?!
- Because - Her lips vibrate. - I don't let you hurt me like this anymore.
Her voice cracks a bit. She swallows slowly, not being able to look at his face anymore. But she started it, and she wants to finish, no matter how this conversation will end.
- Listen, Branch - She keeps her breath and voice calm, but her sight is already blurry. - It's... Almost three weeks until our last talk. I feel avoided, ignored. Forlorn. I know it's nothing for us, Immortals, but... After the whole time we spent together... After... Many things we shared... - And now her voice cracks. - I miss you so much...
She gets her head down, not knowing what she is looking at anymore. She just closes her eyes tight and feels a few tears streaming through her cheek. She hasn't known she is that weak.
- Do you even still feel... the same heart thing... Do you? - She whispers.
- No! I mean, Yes! I mean... Oh my goodness...
A gentle touch on her chin gets her head up. His cold hand gets her hair from her face behind her ear. It cups her face and starts drying her tears with a thumb. With a still blurry vision, Poppy feels her hand lift without her purpose and suddenly it touches something. A fabric. And she feels a light warm. And a heartbeat. Rushing, loud, strong heartbeat, so similar to her. Something cold is pressing her hand to that. She blinks a few times and sees... It lies on Branch's chest. Covered by his big, strong, and gentle hand.
- I do - The god speaks, kinda rushing. - I do. I feel. I still feel the same. Please, don't cry.
His hand constantly rubs her cheek. His thumb carefully wipes her eye from tears. His tired eyes are filled with genuine misery.
- Please, don't cry. Please... I am so stupid. I am such an idiot. I was so into... - He sighs heavily, closing his eyes. - ...this dumb project, I... I miss you so much too...
His despairing blue eyes dive into her. He cups her pink cheeks with both of his hands. They are cold and shaking slightly. Oh, they are so cold. Poppy can stop enjoying them, his big blue hands covering almost her whole face. She sniffs and smiles at him. Her heart is beating fast and warm, and she feels Branch's under her hand too. She gets much more than she was wishing for, and she can't help, can't help but smile widely and warm at his beautiful blue eyes.
- You were an idiot - She announces like the happiest news of the year.
- I know - He starts shaking his head with disappointment for himself. - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you...
- It's ok - She sighs deeply, still smiling. - I mean, It wasn't ok, but now, now it's ok... Just... - She closes her eyes. - Can we stay like that for a minute? I really need this now... - She says, snuggling her face into one of his hands.
Branch doesn't answer, but she doesn't mind it. As long as she feels his beating heart in his chest and his hands embracing her face. The beatific smile doesn't leave her lips. All the worries wash over her. A great pleasant sigh of relief is everything she can say right now.
- Grab the Staff or I never let you go off my face - Poppy threatens, which doesn't sound grimly with her serene voice. She hears a slight chuckle of Branch, and the sweet cover, almost warm now, leaves her face. He takes the Staff from her hand and she lets go of his shirt.
The goddess gazes at him to meet his eyes, to give him a warm smile. But he doesn't glance at her. His head is down, his face is still full of tiredness and misery.
- Branch?
He closes his eyes tight and twists his face. He hesitates a bit after he heaves a sigh.
- I can't hold the fact that I hurt you... - He rubs his eyebrow slowly and leaves his hand like that, covering his eyes. - That was so dumb... So absurdly idiotic... I was too much into this thing, you know, I felt so... Inspired. And...
Poppy steps close to him. Her little pink hand turns his head to face her. He drops his hand and shows her his weary eyes full of tears.
- I just wanted to deserve such a person like you - Words sneak quietly from his lips. He is gazing at her so miserably, deeply disappointed.
But the goddess smiles at him even wider, her eyes are sparkling with sheer enjoyment.
- I don't need gifts - She puts her other hand on his cheek to cup his whole face. - I already have all I need. Right in my hands.
The god blinks. He laughs aloud and genuinely. A single tear drops from his eyes and streams down his blue cheek until little pink fingers wipe it away. He sniffs.
- I miss you so much - He whispers warmly and gruff, smiling, smiling endlessly, smiling so hard and so dumb at happy, sunny Poppy's face, beaming with honest happiness.
She let go of his face, but not of his eyes. The bags under them make him look a little bit different. She wants to let him rest as quickly as possible after she'll fully enjoy his company.
- Can you show me that thing you were working on? I want to curse it for keeping you away from me.
The god chuckles.
- Whatever you want.
They don't walk so far. The cave, where they arrived, is big and dark, only thanks to the Gold Sphere Poppy can see anything. And there are many, many bags filled with weird, magically sparkling substances.
- Go ahead - Branch encourages, seeing curious in her eyes. - Touch it.
The goddess goes to the nearest bag and sinks her hands into its silver content.
- Silver sand!
- Yep, I call it 'glitter'. Cause it's little and it glows.
Poppy chuckles.
- What is this for?
- You take a bit of it - Branch presents. - And powder somebody's eyelids during sleep. It creates dreams.
- Dreams?
- I mean... You can see your dreams during sleep. You can even feel them as if they are real life.
Poppy looks at the glitter flabbergasted.
- And the sleep will never be boring again...
- Exactly.
- That's so amazing! - She cheers.
- Yeah, but it has two faults - He heaves a sigh. - First, it's disposable. After one use it does nothing. Just glow silverly.
- Does it stay on eyelids?
- No, it falls on the ground. It smooths into the soil actually and masses deep under the ground.
- Is it dangerous or damaging?
- No.
- So why is this a fault?
Branch wrinkles his nose.
- I mean, if trolls find it, they would just play with it! - Poppy suggests.
- Play with it?
- Yeah, look - And with that word she throws a bit of glitter in the air. It sparkles so magically, slowly falling on them. She grins at the god's displeased face, making him chuckle.
- Okay, maybe you're right - He dusts the glitter off his capote. - But disposable still means I would have to make it more and more of it... - He looks away, twisting his mouth. - And that's... That's also the part of its second fault... If I want to use the glitter on trolls, I will have to spend all the Night running through the Land and powdering their eyelids...
Poppy blinks at him and then looks down at the glitter on her hands.
- That's why I was kinda desperate about it - He murmurs tiredly. - I wanted to be able to use it every Night... And still, have time for my main responsibilities... - He swallows and looks into the goddess's eyes. - But the most important was for me... To still have enough time for you.
She melts, smiling warmly at him.
- Oh, Branch...
- I know... It came ironically stupid...
She chuckles gently.
- You could tell me.
- I will do it next time - He carefully dusts the glitter off her nose with his finger. - I promise.
- What if we powder it together? - She asks after a while of thinking.
He frowns and hesitates.
- Then I guess, I will have time for my main responsibilities - He gazes at her. - But still not for you...
- I mean, we'll be spending the whole night actually.
- But rushing with my duties, that's ridiculous...
- Well... - She starts slowly and calmly. - The glitter is a genius invention, and if you want to use it and this is the only way, then that will be enough for me.
Branch blinks tiredly before he turns his sight at the bags full of glitter. He is staring at them for so long, thinking in Silence. Then he starts slowly shaking his head.
- No - He decides firmly. - I'm not choosing anything over you.
Poppy smiles widely, even giggle a bit with joy, feeling her cheeks turn red and her heart gets warm.
Suddenly something flares on the night horizon and both of them turn to see what it is. It walks to them unhurriedly, and soon they recognize Immortal's silhouette. His silver, sparkling skin shines like a diamond in the darkness. He stands in front of them with his hand on his hips and grins at them.
- Hi! - His voice echoes in the cave in a weird, extraterrestrial way. - Who are you, guys?
- Who are you? - Branch asks with clear confusion on his face. He turns to Poppy. - You know him?
- No, but... It's nice to meet you! - The goddess tries to be polite and welcoming to the stranger. - My name is Poppy, I'm the goddess of the Day and Light. The guardian of the Staff of the Light and the Gold Sphere on it. And this is Branch! - She points at the god.
- Yeah, I'm also the guardian of those - He shows the Staff in his hand. - As you can see. I'm the god of the Night, Darkness, and Silence.
- Sounds cool - The silver stranger cheers. - And who am I?
Poppy and Branch look at each other confused.
- You don't know? - The god asks.
- I've just come from this weird black hole at the end of the world.
- Oh, the Chaos - Poppy recognizes.
- Ha! So that hole has a name? - The stranger chuckles, and then frowns. - So you don't know who I am?
- We can give you a name! - She beams. - What about Diamonddd....
- ....Guy? - Branch ends. - Guy Diamond?
- Oh, this is a really good name! - The silver god bucks and poses like a model. - It fits me perfectly.
- Okay, let me guess - The blue god interrupts his rhapsodizing. - You're the god of the Glitter?
Guy freezes at those words.
- I have weird deja vu - He points at the bags. - This is the glitter, am I right?
- Yep - Poppy nods. - You know what is it?
- I feel like I know it more than myself - He sinks his hand into silver sand with amazement. Then after a moment, he grabs one bag and shoulders it. - And I know exactly what to do with it!
- Should I warn you that you will have to create more...
- I can produce glitter much faster than you think! - Guy interrupts Branch. - You can leave me all of this, I take care of it. - He points at the cave filled with bags. - And now, excuse me, I have so many trolls' eyelids to powder! - He yells enthusiastically and walks away with a bag full of glitter. They watch his wandering silver silhouette until he disappears on the horizon. Branch turns to Poppy with his tired eyes and shows her a smile full of relief.
- I kinda start liking Chaos - He jokes, making her chuckle. - So... Now when I'm truly free... What do you want to do?
Poppy looks at his weary face, his weak smile, his half-opened eyelids, and grey bag under his faded blue eyes...
- Come with me. I know exactly what to do - She smiles encouragingly.
The goddess brings him to the meadow where she was spending the last few weeks.
- The oak - He murmurs, looking at the huge tree. He recognizes the place where he showed her a shadow and for the first time he took off his capote in front of someone. It is a place with a beautiful view of the stars and the whole Land around. Many little lightning bugs are flying casually above the grass. He yawns loudly when the wave of tiredness hits him without a warning. - What do you want to do with this oak?
Poppy grabs his arm without a word and pulls him down to sit. He doesn't protest. He needs to sit right now. He slumps against the wide oak's trunk and leans the Staff against his shoulder. Then he notices that little warm hands are still holding his arm, so he turns to her with an asking sight.
- You need to rest - The goddess says calmly and warmly, and her sound voice makes his eyelids heavier somehow. - Take a nap.
- But what about the Night? You can't touch the Staff now...
- I won't - He feels his breath get calmer when she speaks like that. Quietly, warmly, softly. - I'll stay awake. You need sleep, even an hour or two. I'll wake you up, so you’ll be able to do your duties later.
He blinks slowly, staring at her little glowing freckles.
- You have a heart of gold...
- Stop talking, you dork, just sleep!
The god smiles amused. He closes his eyes and slumps his head against the tree. He breathes a deep, glad sigh. But before he falls asleep, he feels a warm touch on his cheek pulling his head down, and soon his chin lands on Poppy's shoulder.
- Are you sure I'm not too heavy for you? - Branch murmurs quietly.
The goddess smiles gazing at his blessed face.
- Your head will fall anyway - She whispers, feeling him briefly purring with a sleepy pleasure on her shoulder, like a big tired cat. - Good night, Branch.
She sees him sighing blissfully. Yes, his head is huge and heavy, but Poppy doesn't care. His arm is cold, as much as his cheek, but it gets warmer under the goddess's touch, which is weirdly satisfying for her. It is so pleasant, although she doesn't dare to touch him more, even if it lures her. She respects him so much, she would never do anything without his awareness and agreement.
But to be honest, now, now is a really huge dose of happiness, of adoring and enjoying their company, their talks, and touch. Her heart is filled with peace, with peaceful happiness.
Oh, she missed him. She missed him so much. It is so, so good to have him back.
As the ocean breeze brings life to the sails so can opportunity revive our hidden selves. The salty waters can make anyone jaded and closed such as oysters, but with time and ease will reveal a beautiful pearl deep inside.
Sweeter than honey and richer than gold something more valuable thats kin to the soul. Fellowship brewed with adventure can forge a bond stronger then any meier brothers of blood
