❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

[medievalism]

{ an autumn mixer }

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[vowelsinyourheart]

"How gothic," Iseul intoned, a subtle hint of amusement in the curve of his mouth. "I have seen them in the wild in Nepal." A very long time ago when he travelled more. Before he settled to indulge in his passion for thread and needle and began dressing 75% or more the Fae Courts.

"What makes this your favorite?"

[unholyangel]

"The fact that it is so beautiful yet in some countries it means death. With how death is so feared by many there's something amazing about how one would associate something beautiful with it."

Damian's eyes were practically glowing with excitement at this point. He was so excited by this moment and couldn't hide it. "Do you think there'd be good places in the garden to grow them?"

[vowelsinyourheart]

Perhaps the association with the beautiful bloom and death goes back to a time when death was seen as a more beautiful and natural part of the life cycle rather than a stark end to it. But even as Damian spoke, Iseul's mind was mapping out the gardens to find places for the flowers.

"The bulbs must be spaced approximately twelve inches apart. Other than that, they require very little care." Iseul pressed his lips together and his eyes roamed the winding paths. "I can imagine them thriving in several locations."

[unholyangel]

Damian gasped and immediately went to spin around in front of Iseul. The look in his eyes truly said it all with how fast he moved. The utter adoration for him as he clasped his face.

"Truly? Please! I would love this so very much! I can get us the bulbs as well so we can share equal part in this."

[vowelsinyourheart]

"We have missed their blooming season," he mused, perhaps a little put out that they'd have to wait until next year to see the spider lilies in their greatest glory. Alas, what's one year to creatures such as they? The truest disappointment was in knowing that he could not readily give Damian something he wanted.

Reaching for his vampire's hands, Iseul drew them to his lips, pressing a kiss the knuckles of each. "I shall draw up a map of the garden and may work on their placement together."