SENSING HIS OVERDUE PRESENCE, attention shifted to the silhouette now occupying the balcony entrance ( ironically while loosening his tie ━ the god never shied away from night’s cold embrace ). ❛ you’re home late. ❜ voicing her observation with an air of surprise, gaze followed his onto the pots of soil and seeds currently lying in front of her. ❛ ah… i thought i’d prepare them for spring while you were gone. ❜ clearing her throat in the process, ki once again scrutinized her work as if still unsure which plants to prioritize ( not to mention, which would look the best when reaching full bloom on his balcony come spring? ). barely registering steps closing in on her kneeling form, the doe perked up when muted interest made itself known beside her. almost as if destined to make her life easier on the spot, yeomra handed her the most exotic option available━ consequently rendering her perplexed, if anything. ❛ are you going to plant them for me ‘swell? ❜ a rare attempt at a teasing jab, though the chthonian was quick to emphasize his affinity with death and the macabre━ to which ki only snorted. ❛ do you think the seeds won’t grow if you touch them, is that so..? ❜ perhaps it was only fair that he left the gardenry to vernal deities such as herself, though the practice may be overestimated on his part. following her own example, ki proceeded to prepare one of the pots and its complementary earth so that the seeds could nestle safely therein. ❛ ‘tis symbolic if you think about it; how earth is the one thing separating our realms. dirt and stone, nothing else. ❜ whether voiced as an incentive to help her or not, the notion had struck her mind right there and then, seeing as his diversion reminded her of their many divine restrictions ( some more persuasive than others ).
