The Shadow of Winter

[immortalrose]

WHO: Augustine & whomever joins (open prompts below)
WHERE: Throughout most of Stygia (the Barrens, The Harbors, and maybe a few other locations.)
WHEN: December catch-all & event prompts
WHAT: Winter was never his favorite time of the year, especially since the winter always seemed to last forever.
WARNINGS: Mentions of self-harm, suicide ideations, possible violence, and maybe cuddling?

[ Hey, folks! I'm still on hiatus but I wanted to put up a few prompts for this month's event. I'll be tagging in and out throughout the week, so please be patient. If you would like to plot with me, feel free to drop me a DM or hit me up on devillady. I'm always more than happy to make a starter or two. So don't be shy. Also, you're welcome to make your own starters as well. ]


PLOTTING 🌹 EVENT🌹 WILDCARD

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idek man

[somatosensory]

( it's the snarl that catches his attention, dark eyes shooting to the ceiling, where they linger on the meagre twist of greenery, wrapped in a tidy little bow.

there are no yuletide traditions in the empire. even the colonies have more or less abandoned the habit, as far as he understands, so the only association he has for this is inconvenience and occasionally having to duck a leering monster demanding to be kissed. )

I was in the market for something for a friend. ( he's being liberal, here. he barely knows gilia, but gilia is sweet and earnest and currently very ill. bringing gifts to the ill, ostensibly in the hope they will get better, is apparently the Done thing.

right now? it's possible that he has regrets. )

Something pretty with a nice scent?

haha, welcome!

[immortalrose]

[Augustine can’t help but look a bit sheepish once he realizes that the man heard him growling. Honestly, these little fairies really do get under his skin. Between the pixie that haunted him for nearly a month straight and now the appearance of this mistletoe loving sylph, Augustine firmly hates tiny little pests.

He quickly returns to working on this one bouquet he was making for another client when the fellow asks him a question. If there’s one thing Augustine loves talking about, it’s flowers.]

If you’re looking for a gift for a friend, then may I suggest a bouquet of yellow roses? Yellow roses are the quintessential friendship flower. They’re perfect because of their sunny disposition and lovely fragrance.

[A bouquet of yellow roses would certainly do the trick of maybe a bouquet of chrysanthemums mixed in with some tulips and daffodils. There’s many ways to style a bouquet like that but Augustine offers his new client the simplest option.

And the most expensive.]

Roses aren’t cheap, you know.

[somatosensory]

I have the coin.

( mildly.

if he were the type to take offence to every merchant implying that he couldn't possibly afford their wares — well. he'd probably still be cooling his heels in a gallows cell. )

And what would you recommend for someone more serious than a friend? ( idly curious. it occurs to him that he has no idea, truthfully, what mavis is to him — aside from a thorn in his literal (and occasionally metaphoric) side. )

[immortalrose]

[After having so many people waste his time day in and day out, Augustine has a right to ask. He's grown tired of dealing with window shoppers who never buy anything or loiters hoping to escape the cold. His newly opened boutique needs some serious revenue or else he might be out the streets again.

Nevertheless, he puts those thoughts aside for now in favor of answering his client's questions. He maintains a professional and friendly enough demeanor despite his curtness. After all, he doesn't want to accidentally chase this potential client away.]

Red roses are known to be the ultimate form of expression in terms of romance but it also expresses one's lust as well. Therefore, perhaps pink carnations would fit better here.

[In terms of flowers, pink carnations do express one's desire for romance but they also express fascination and wonder.]

It simply depends on how deeply you feel for this "friend" of yours.

[somatosensory]

( who'd have thought the floral industry was so fraught?

augustine's very reasonable question gets a perplexed look in response. it's not augustine's fault, it's just that it's difficult to categorize your feelings for a woman that's tried to murder you more than once in recent memory. )

She's my partner. ( a nice, comfortably open-ended word that suggests intimacy without having to commit. ) I — she's not taken our impromptu vacation well. ( flowers, on reflection, are probably not the best way to deal with this problem, but mavis is bound to appreciate the gesture if only for the novelty.

his attention shifts back to the cluster of mistletoe, frowning. ) I've been seeing that around a lot. Is that normal?