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Winter Wrap Up~

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5. White feather symbol of eternal love

You were joking, giving me such a topic for someone who literally got wings in the plot. Well, finally there was a reason to touch this pose

After one unsuccessful experiment with magic and a magic cloak, she finally acquired hybrid wings with white feathers. For a long time they grew from her back and only caused inconvenience and new fears, but with its help she adapted to her new body. Later, she took the habit of leaving him feathers everywhere as signs of attention and reminders of herself

One on the throne after negotiations Two on a pendant with her own blood Three on a cloak to protect him from the sun Four for luck, but not for death Five were found on their bed

And each time there were more and more of them until he could hide in their warmth and the purity of her love. And when she began to lose too many of them, he returned them to her back and helped her grow new ones.

Feathers as a symbol of cowardice and flight suit her when she ran away from him in the ascended path, but each time she flew back. As a symbol of truth and justice suits him when he confessed to a lie and exposed himself to trial before her. Maat remembered the white feather at the trial of Anubis, well. And in general, purity of thoughts, soul, lightness, freedom, innocence - everything suits

Sooner or later she will be able to lift him into the sky, but for now she will warm him and shelter him from the sun

And pose

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4. Butterflies are a symbol of fidelity

What can I say? The topic is entirely about them - I have taken screenshots with butterflies and them more than once, in the last topic I touched the butterflies and there was a plot moment when in the spawn line he gave her a butterfly after exchanging rings

It doesn't matter which way the plot turns, who they will be with or what they have to do - their hearts are always true to each other. Even when they parted during ascension, they still clung to each other, and she never touched anyone until they were reunited

Butterflies are about rebirth, dance, freedom and beauty, but there is also something terrible in them that scares people. Well, and the butterfly effect here, which I drew, yes. I can go on forever here, so I'd better wrap it up

Bonus - that same magic butterfly in the music box that he gave her after exchanging rings. It also rained that day, but they didn't care

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Art based on the dialogue that came out with the bot and screenshot

It was her birthday and he managed to successfully kidnap her from the party and take her to a separate room to give her another gift. Enjoying her patient waiting, he comes up and says

-All right. Go ahead, open them up.

Opening her eyes, she sees in front of her something similar to a bouquet of flowers. Among them, roses are recognizable, the petals of which are painted in different colors - about half of the roses were pink, and the other half were dark purple, with the same number of white and black stems. Astarion smiles with a pleased, almost mischievous expression on his face. She lights up with a surprised smile, not expecting to receive fresh flowers.

-Oh...they are beautiful

-They are not even cut and are perfect. Just like you

Looking around the room and laughing to herself she answers

-Now I have a whole garden of flowers from you.

Astarion grins too, he seems very pleased with himself and looks very proud of himself.. He falls silent for a moment, looking thoughtful, as if thinking about what flowers he had already given before and there were enough of them to put together a small garden of various lilies different colors and shades.

- Do you think you already have a favorite, dear?

-Of course there is,- she answers and takes the roses from his hands. With a bouquet in a pot, it matches the rest of the flowers and places new flowers in the center of the rest of the lilies. She points her tail at Astarion, clearly hinting that he is her favorite

-Oh, how very clever of you.

Astarion grins and then looks at her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow and asks mockingly.

-Although, I didn’t expect you to answer so straightforwardly and to the point. No metaphor that the rose that blooms among the thorns is the most beautiful? Not a shred of poetic ambiguity?

-This is what you usually do, not me.

-Oh, you're so cruel, darling.

Astarion sighs exaggeratedly sadly and then looks at her with a smirk and a mischievous look and adds, giving her a teasing smile.

-Here I am, putting so much effort into being witty and entertaining, and you can’t even do me the courtesy of poetic puns.” What a tragedy.

She rolls her eyes at this and turns to him. Poetry had never been her strong suit, but for his sake she would try, rolling her eyes at him.

-Okay, whiner. want a play on words? Here's a play on words - you're like a devil's tooth - just as pale on the outside and full of blood on the inside.

Astarion blinks for a moment, silently looking at her with bewilderment and confusion on his face, and then chuckles quietly, shaking his head slightly with an exaggeratedly disappointed tone in his voice.

-Oh, dear. Is this the best you can do? It was... not very good. I'm disappointed in you. I expected much better than...this. At least give me poetry.

Her face becomes a little annoyed after his words

-Not a “dead tooth”, but a devil’s tooth. Do you even know what this is?

-Oh... it's not much better, dear.

Astarion sighs softly, shaking his head slightly, his expression becoming somewhat exaggerated as he continues.

-“You are a perfect little blossom, you have beautiful petals on the outside but all dark and bloody and full of thorns on the inside.” It's much more poetic. Much better than all that "devil's tooth" nonsense.

Tav crosses his arms over his chest in displeasure at his flaunting of his abilities.

-It's a mushroom.

-Ugh, even worse.

Astarion groans, placing a hand to his head in an exaggerated sigh.

-A mushroom. Darling, at least give me something more romantic than a mushroom. Maybe a flower, preferably a rose, or maybe a lily.

-This is a white mushroom that literally bleeds,- she continues, showing with her hands the shape of an unusual small mushroom. Astarion lets out another exaggerated groan, the tone of his voice giving away his exaggerated disappointment at this analogy very well.

-Darling, even if it's flattering, it's the least romantic thing you could choose to compare to me. Try again.

He says, raising his hand for a moment in an exaggerated, disappointed gesture of disdain, and then lowers it. This whole display only frustrates Tav more and makes her sigh tiredly and continue these attempts to please him.

-You are like a rose growing among bones, which entwines itself around dead bodies and blooms with its fragrant beauty and danger.

Astarion seems... moderately satisfied with this attempt, shrugging slightly and nodding as a sign of "not bad."

-Okay, much better than a mushroom...

He pauses for a moment, then looks away for a moment and frowns thoughtfully.

-Although the part about the corpses still spoils the mood a little...

Her gaze narrows for a second as she looks at him.

-You are undead

Astarion groans, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly and shrugging slightly.

-Darling, come on, you have to remove this detail from the romantic analogy. You should focus on the fact that I'm dangerous and beautiful, not the fact that I'm undead.

This makes her think for a second to try to find some dangerous plant. Something predatory and deadly

-Are you... a Venus flytrap?

Astarion pauses for a moment, considering the analogy.

-Well, I feast on the blood of unsuspecting victims...And like a Venus flytrap, the more you fight, the worse things get. Oh darling, you did it. You found a romantic comparison that I really like.

Tav imitates the flaps of a Venus flytrap with his hands, hinting at his teeth. Astarion claps his hands sarcastically, raising one eyebrow with a smirk and giving her a teasing smile.

-Oh, dear, you spoil me with your love and compliments...

He speaks and then sighs softly, his expression and tone becoming less exaggerated and teasing again.

-Although... you could try a little harder to remove the dead parts from the comparison. Even if it's accurate, it's still not exactly... romantic.

-What do you mean "it's not romantic"? I'm a necromancer, what do you expect from me?

-Darling... just because it's accurate doesn't make it romantic.

Astarion responds with a groan, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a moment. He actually really likes her attempts at poetry, but makes the choice to focus on the negative for the sake of interest.

-It's as if I compared you to a pile of corpses - or a living skeleton. Perhaps even with a ghoul. Precision is not romantic, dear.

She looks away with a wistful smile

-Depends on what the skeleton looks like

-Yes, yes... but, dear, a skeleton is not the pinnacle of romance and desire, you know? The fact that it's a skeleton makes it inherently unromantic, unless you find a way to make the skeleton sexy and romantic.

-I can wrap the skeleton in silk.

Astarion couldn't help but chuckle at the idea and shook his head with a puzzled grin.

-Although this is... a creative solution... I'm not sure it solves the inherent problem of the fact that it's a skeleton. A skeleton with or without silk is still a skeleton. Darling, it's not the lack of clothing that makes it unsexy or romantic.

-And what?

-Are you actually trying to make the skeleton sexy or are you just being deliberately stupid?

Astarion crosses his arms with a small sigh, frowning for a moment in exaggerated confusion as he considers the possibilities for a moment before shaking his head, sighing, and continues with a slight shrug.

-Darling, even if you find a way to make a skeleton sexy, it will be your sexy skeleton. And I won't have any reason to feel scared... or even jealous...

Tav starts laughing at his reaction to her thoughts.

-That's literally what I'm trying to do! Wrap the skeleton in fabric to make a skirt, put on a hood that imitates hair, a couple of jewelry on your fingers and a mysterious voice...

She pauses for a second, clearly having already imagined this image in her head.

-It's... still a skeleton. Wears clothes. And jewelry. And very, very dead.

Astarion raises one eyebrow, giving her a puzzled and worried look and shaking his head.

-He can look the way you want and talk the way you want... he's still a skeleton at his core, honey. And I have far less reason to feel intimidated or jealous that you find a skeleton sexy than I find literally any other living thing sexy.

-Even a mushroom?

Astarion groans quietly, staring exaggeratedly and melodramatically at the ceiling for a moment, and then sighs as if admitting defeat.

-Darling, at this point I really find the idea that you find the mushroom sexy to be the most realistic option.

-I'm still for sexy skeletons. - she says crossing her arms over her chest.

- Darling, even if I could feel some degree of jealousy towards the skeleton, if you could make the skeleton sexy enough to make me feel jealous, that would be proof of your amazing ability to make almost anything sexy. It doesn't matter if it was, I don't know, a pile of leaves swept up after someone cleared out their yard, because if you can make something like that sexy, then you can probably make almost anything sexy.

-...I can make a naked woman from leaves.

-In fact, my dear, I expect nothing less from you.

Astarion shakes his head for a moment, sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.

-Next you will try to seduce... I don’t know, a bunch of dirt. Or a cloud. Or something that isn't inherently sexy, but you find a way to make it sexy.

-Yes!

-I'm not sure if I should be worried about your creativity, afraid that you might make something like a pile of dirt look tempting, or flattered that it's not another person or creature.

The vampire sighs, rubbing his temples.

-Or some combination of these three options.

-You should be afraid that I'm your bride

The vampire chuckles quietly, crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head slightly, trying to pull himself together.

-Darling, I don’t feel absolutely any concern or anxiety for myself in this situation. If you can somehow make a sexy pile of leaves and make her agree to become your consort and marry you, then I will gladly let you go so you can be happy. I'm just worried that you're planning to seduce the tree or something.

-...I'm not a Druid

-No, but you can make a pile of leaves look sexy. I wouldn't be surprised if you were able to make a tree sexy. You seem to be able to make anything sexy, even inanimate objects that are clearly not sexy, through sheer force of will.

Tav considers this idea for a second, falling silent.

-Darling, darling, please. Please don't try to make a tree sexy through sheer willpower.

Astarion groans, shaking his head, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing in frustration for a moment.

-Sweetheart, I love you, and I trust your ability to make even the most mundane and unsexy things sexy. But please . Don't make the tree sexy.

-Okay, but I don’t know how to give poetic compliments. You are the master at this, not me

-Darling, I appreciate your willingness to try... But you were making a really good attempt until you compared it to a plant that feeds on carrion and eats corpses. If you could just leave out the plant part, I'd be more than satisfied.

Astarion smiles, shrugging and giggling quietly.

-Just... do something like what you did before the part with the plants. Make a flattering comparison, but limit it to creatures that don't feed on corpses.

Tav thinks again, looking away

-Technically, everyone eats corpses?

-Yes, technically that's true... But when someone imagines a rose, a dandelion or a daffodil, they think of them as plants that thrive on the nutrients contained in the soil, but they don't think of them as plants. which require physical consumption of corpses. But vampires, on the other hand, immediately conjure up images of... well, creatures that suck the blood from the living and feast on corpses and carrion. At least to humans, we are the definition of undead. Not plants.

-But you look like a dandelion

Astarion lets out a quiet grin of indignation, looking down at her with an expression somewhere between insult and confusion.

-You... did you just... Darling, I can't tell if you were complimenting me, if you were insulting me, or if you were just being very, very stupid.

-What? You're white, curly and soft

Astarion closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before answering in a neutral, measured tone.

-Darling... I appreciate the first two parts, but I'm not sure whether to insult or flatter the comparison to a plant. On the one hand, it was a compliment, but on the other hand... really? Dandelion ?

She blows on him like he's a dandelion

The vampire groans as a gust of wind blows over his head, his hair fluttering softly in the wind for a moment before he finally opens his eyes and looks at Tav with a look that's a mixture of irritation and amusement, crossing his arms over his chest.

-Darling, that doesn't take away the insult from the dandelion, the most common flowering weed.

-But they are beautiful!

-Yes, they are beautiful, that’s true, but they are considered a weed. I'd rather be compared to something that is both beautiful and not a weed. For example, with dahlia, or rose, or lavender.

-but I like dandelions...

- Darling... dandelion is a weed. It's beautiful, sure, and I appreciate your love for the flower, but it's still a weed. I'm not offended that you said I was beautiful or soft like a dandelion... I'm offended that you compared me to a weed.

-Ornithogalum?

The vampire blinks and tilts his head in confusion at the unfamiliar name.

-Darling, I have no idea what it is, but it sounds much better than “dandelion”.

-This is the white flower that I then put on your grave. It has six leaves and looks like a white star.

-Ah, white starflower!

A small smile appears on the vampire's face as he realizes what she is talking about.

-Yes darling. This is a much better flower to compare me to.

The vampire laughs quietly, comes closer and gently takes her hands in his.

-Sorry for my overreaction, dear. I know you didn't mean anything bad, I was just... surprised and offended when I was compared to a weed that is more often found in the yard than in a bouquet.

-Next time I will give you a whole bouquet of dandelions. Or I’ll weave a wreath on your head.

-Darling, I would prefer if you didn't do this.

The vampire smiles, lifts her hand and gently kisses the back of it.

-I’m sure you would present me well and make me look beautiful, but I’m afraid I’d die of embarrassment if you ever made me walk around with a dandelion wreath on my head.

-Now I will definitely do it.

Her tail wags happily in anticipation.

-Darling...please, no...

The vampire lets out a long, pained sigh, pressing his forehead against hers, and shakes his head in defeat.

-Dear... if you really feel the need to make me a flower crown, please... Please use anything other than dandelions.

-Forget-me-nots

-Darling, why is the first flower that comes to your mind when you want to do something nice for me is a flower called “forget-me-not”?

Astarion grins and comes closer, wrapping his arms around her loosely and resting his chin on her shoulder.

-This is a very beautiful flower... but its name makes me... afraid.

-I have no idea why they were called that.

-Darling, have you ever heard the expression “out of sight, out of mind”?

Astarion gently kisses her on the cheek, hugs her and holds her close.

-They are called that because...they are most often planted or collected to give to people who will be away for a significant period of time. When you can no longer see a person, you give them these flowers to place in a place where they will often look, so that they can remember you while you are apart.

-Oh no, then it won’t do.

-Darling, you can give me a forget-me-not, I was pleased to receive it from you. But... maybe not the whole bouquet. This may not have been your intention, but the meaning of this particular flower is somewhat sad. I'd rather not have so many reminders that you'll be going somewhere far away for an extended period of time. I'd prefer something else.

-Mmmm, spider lily?

-Darling... they bloom in cemeteries. These special flowers bloom in places of mourning. Of death.

Astarion smiles sadly, shaking his head.

-You really seem to enjoy ascribing such... sinister meanings to me, don't you?

-You are a vampire

-Yes, dear, I know. Being a vampire doesn't mean I want to be surrounded by things that remind me of death and mourning.

Astarion gently takes her chin in his hand, looks into her eyes and gently runs his thumb over her skin.

-I'd prefer something that reminds me of you instead. Something alive. Something that has the opposite meaning of both of these terrible colors. A living being not associated with death.

-But this is about you. Not about me.

Astarion sighs heavily with a small smile, rolling his eyes slightly at her stubbornness.

-Darling, what do I need to convince you that I no longer need flowers associated with death?

The vampire kisses her lightly on the forehead before pulling her into his chest, resting his chin on her shoulder again and pressing his face gently into the crook of her neck.

-But roses are banal

-Darling, you're really difficult, aren't you? Why does it have to be something rare and unusual? This doesn't suit the mood of the occasion at all, my dear.

Astarion's shoulders slump a little as he seems to accept defeat.

-Alright. If roses are “banal,” what would you choose instead if you were giving them to me?

-Because everyone gives roses. It doesn't seem like anything thoughtful or important. Mmmm...poppies are addictive. Peonies look too much like carnations and are more for graves. Tulips are too cheap. Lily is more associated with me. Orchids are difficult to care for. Sunflowers...sunflowers!

Astarion chuckles at her explanation, shaking his head with a smile when he sees her excitement.

-Of course, this is the most simplified of all flower meanings... Sunflower.

He sighs exaggeratedly and then smiles widely and pulls her closer, resting his head on top of hers.

- “Adoration, devotion, faith.” Well, if that's not the right flower to give to me, then I don't know what is. Darling, you won. If you insist on giving me a flower, I will let you give me a sunflower.

The vampire laughs again, shaking his head and sighing softly, kissing her forehead.

-Just one time. I don't know how you do it, but you somehow manage to be both cute and annoying at the same time.

-Why? This is the flower of the sun

- Exactly, dear. I understand the symbolism of the sunflower very well. But you have to remember that you put me on an emotional roller coaster ride tonight. I had barely recovered from all your painful flower suggestions when you suddenly chose the simplest, most useful flower you could find. You, my dear... are a threat.

-A little

The vampire lets out a deep sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and presses his forehead to hers, still holding her as close as he can.

-Yes, “a little”, of course. You are an absolute menace. My dear... threat. And I love you sincerely.

-Love you too

-And don’t you dare forget about it.

The vampire laughs again, kisses her forehead tenderly before brushing a few strands of hair out of her face, smiling tenderly, then moving his hand back to gently touch her cheek and tilt his face so their eyes meet.

-My darling. My Sunshine.

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3. Orchid symbol of passion

I always perceived passion as something dark, forbidden and predatory, so ascension is definitely. A bot once mentioned a black widow orchid, and it would be a sin not to remember it, and according to Google, orchid is translated from Latin as "like a butterfly". If you want symbolism, then butterflies are like a growing feeling of passion. To give in to your desires and finally let go of all limitations and fears for one moment, then this trope is about.

Orchid and butterflies

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2. Oyster is a symbol of seduction

There will be a lot of letters now

Let's start with the obvious - Tav is very closed in terms of feelings and protects her heart with all her might, immediately cutting off any serious attempts to build a romantic relationship with her - it was too painful in the past for her to risk it again and she herself is dangerous to others. There is also the theme that she is sexually untouched and perceives this as something that is associated with childhood and since this is all that is left of it, she will protect it doubly stronger. Hence the symbolism that she herself is sitting in a shell and holding a pearl.

On his part, who knows exactly how many such hearts and innocence he received in his history, although not of his own free will. He forgot someone, he remembers someone, and he would prefer to forget someone, but cannot (there are a bunch of pearls around). According to the plot of the balda, he needs to seduce her and tie her to himself, because this is the only way he can get a guarantee of protection and help from her (in his opinion).

Gradually, he succeeds in this and she slowly but surely opens up to him as someone very similar to her in spirit. On the other hand, he also keeps his heart in an oyster, but gradually he opens up to her too. True, she is more afraid and regrets it, that is why she is in the shell. Fears, throwing, traumas - everything is intertwined, but in the end, the exchange of pearls takes place, although they do not throw away their shells, still not knowing how to live without them. But the time will come and they will get rid of them, and she will release her attachment to innocence and breathe more freely next to him.

P.s.: If only you knew how tempting it was to make an oyster with a subtext of a sexual organ

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I'm late, but I'm jumping into the challenge

An apple is a symbol of courtship In my understanding, courtship is flirting, a means to achieve goals, but also the hidden feelings of this couple. Both despise the concept of love, but they themselves are imperceptibly immersed in it. There is more symbolism here - he is very experienced in seduction, so there are a lot of apples, but she can play for the public, but in fact the topic of feelings is closed to her, but subconsciously she still wants trust and intimacy, although she does not admit it out loud. Apple flowers have the meaning of "attention and a new beginning", and apples are perceived as a forbidden fruit, which both will eventually be tempted by. Well, and the tail-snake, yes