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@iomadachd / / asked for a one liner

flora puts down her hood as the pads of human feet toe across the earth. slow transformation taking place, legs taper to hooves that dig into the mud below. humanity leaving, she looks to the sky. droplets of new falling rain landing upon her face.

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it was comforting to find a kindred spirit, here. for it seems oftentimes she sticks out like a sore thumb. for such reasons separated from height, or ghoulish features. such a dime a dozen here at the abbey, within the ministry (or outside of it, rather . . . ).

however it is the part of her that is caring beyond that of the typical earth's respect for their element that brings them together. a mutual understanding. flora seems to bring life, within a place that harbors so much darkness &. death. though the sort of life she brings is rooted in evil, &. sacrifice. the loss of her voice bringing unspeakable power. her golden fiddle. yet, now the two of them seem to stand out together. inseparable when the ancient is not practicing her magics.

flora does not pay attention to eyes upon her. she knows her place, &. she knows priscilla's in kind. it's as if the attention bounces off of her ethereal form. two immortal woman blessed or damned to walk this earth together for the remainder of time. a woman wise in the place of her previous mentor. one she misses dearly, but can almost see in her new sister lady emeritus.

her touch would heal progeny before it killed her. the growing fetus mayhaps nourished by her very claws upon human skin. however she knew of the trust, because she's seen the reactions in relation to others who dared get close. everyone wished to be in the presence of the unborn successor. the first of the papas to bear a child, after nihil before him.

though her marble eyes catch priscilla's, in turn with the thanking of any forces whom might have been responsible for their unholy union. silently in full agreement. her clawed finger of one hand falls fondly to link with the regal one. pinky fingers curling in solidarity whilst her antlered head nods affirmation.

despite dark garb, she softens beneath the sunlight. wearing a gentle smile 'pon her features. no matter what happened, come what may, she knew but two things. she would restore glory to the former emeritus brothers, &. keep the mother with child safe from harm. or she would be sent back to the pit in pursuit.

eyes diverted back to belly with distending beneath hand, following movements. a soft chuckle returned at the hearing of her admission.

both hands now raise with a shake of her head, in order to sign her response. again, left long to thought 'he will not hear it from me. though i must say i am more honored than i was to have met you, in such a case. i find myself drawn to the babe as well.'

a lifetime of caution, plagued by war and riddled with anxiety. all leading to the curious wanderings, the first meeting with a certain clergyman. as if her great fates three finally took pity . . . [ sisters three, i thank you. ] . . . guided her with invisible strands to a place she could call home. not a bitter reminder of rome, though its beauty and aspects of faith could be compared, but one where her troubled soul felt at peace. an ancient woman she may be, with roots, once digging into fallen empires, yet here is where they all grew. sprouting flowers so beautiful in a garden so bright, she fitted perfectly. even more so with the earth ghoul by her side, mother earth blessing her with a true friend for the ages.

two so bright, so different in stance yet alike in nature. no wonder people watch, as if entranced by them. two great suns, blessed by her ancient sun god, who walk arm in arm through ministry grounds. never one without the other, often seen accompanying each other whenever possible. a friendship priscilla feels has been with her for the entirety of her life.

any other would have been shooed away for even daring to reach out, to touch her or her swollen belly. sometimes, without intending, even her husband whenever he snuck up 'pon her. always to apologize afterwards of course, she was merely fearful of unknown intentions. the past still haunting her restless soul . . . [ three were lost, pray this one remains found. ] . . . worried that fate or mankind would prove her faith in change wrong. yet flora preserved it, equally matched in maternal attitudes with a gentleness priscilla would have once not thought to see in one so inhuman. yet she was comfortable in the fact that if anything were to happen to the parents, the babe would be safe. well-loved and cared for in the arms of the faun. and that was enough to settle any fear, any anxiety that awoke her from restful and needed slumber.

❛ yes, my sister. you and i act as such, for we are bonded in a way that transcends my knowledge and understanding. ❜ they had found solace in sisterhood within ministry halls. seen glued at the hip, even before the discovery or announcement of the pregnancy. as if flora knew straight away . . . [ was it destined to have you by my side ? ] . . . always accompanying the roman woman when she attended duties or sought knowledge in what she, as lady emeritus and mother-to-be, was expected to uphold in her new position. there is a nod of her regal head, lips perfectly etched with her own grin. finding comfort in the words of the other, feeling the genuine truth in the air. ❛ lucifer, mother earth, even juno herself. whichever great lord has brought us together must be thanked. i am thankful to them all for having you by my side, even if we are just as lost about humankind. we have each other, now and for always. ❜ the future lay uncertain, only fragments of prophetic dreams presenting vague ideas. black feathers, a crown of thorns and golden laurels. but she knew within her heart flora would be by her side. gentle mother's hands rest atop divine belly, feeling the movements of the developing babe. as if sensing the familial presence of another, kicking in joy. lively, certainly healthy. ❛ i believe they are eager to meet you the most, never are they this lively . . . don't tell copia i said that, it may break his poor heart. ❜

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20 for whoever you’d like to throw at me ! <333

🍭 @vulpesse ! / SPOTIFY WRAPPED MEME (THE IN BETWEEN - IN THIS MOMENT)

'I'M IN BETWEEN - in between hell &. heaven.'

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@dilffactory asked for a starter.

flora's chin is lowered, marble green eyes intent & alert as they follow the other's movements through the candle infused darkness. surrounded by circles drawn in blood -- reached into torn flesh to paint altars to the devil.. all in hopes that he will hear them. yet, she looks a touch more somber than she might usually. she is here to learn, to observe.. & to help, if need be.

there is a burning question upon her mind. she does not ask it, for lack of capability. her ability to plot out her next move advising her against it. though there is a fierceness inherent in her to bring her summoner back to the land of the living. she wishes she could inquire as to whether her efforts are a waste of time.

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☽𖤐☾ @khalaesi (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. sitting upon a blanket, while flora winds flowers into the tight braids she's creating for the ghoul below. sitting high upon her knees, the two earth goddesses sparkle beneath the twinkling environment. drinks & pastries about them, with lavender sprigs in their cool tea.

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lidded, amused smile takes over flora's face as she looks at the man before her [...] directed at the idea of terzo's ghouls one day taking over old traditions.

her hands sit on the table. not yet taking up her tools once more, considering she may have to re-capture them within her claws quite soon. the necessity to speak is what holds her assistance, for a time.

(though perhaps not always a necessity, her relationship with primo is more friendly than most). shares more with him.

'perhaps there's hope for his ghoulette'. she signs.

she has a tendency to agree with him. though if it's because of protectiveness or tradition, she isn't sure. her eyes glitter marble [...] happy to have received his praise.

'don't fret, old man. i won't allow it.'

won't allow his traditions to die, she means. she then grips her stone &. once again begins to grind. steadily focusing on the task at hand. part of her does still hope that despite his lack of children, the first might see her as an extension of himself &. his traditions, regardless.

He can see it in his peripheral. He's not that aged as of yet, though he feels it creeping up on him a little more at the turning of the seasons.

He gives his Earth Ghoul his full attention at the clatter of mortar and pestle, watching as her hands move.

It's a reassurance that all is not lost, that perhaps it will live on even when he moves on to the afterlife, whatever that is. He only hopes that his Elizabeth is there waiting for him. Everything else is secondary.

"You do right by an old man, Flora. Perhaps, if we're very lucky, one of Terzo's Ghouls might take up an interest the same as you did. I'd rather like to keep the tradition going, even if it's not with my family line."

If anyone can continue on with the old traditions, he'd die a happy man. If the Church forgets its past, he is sure it will go down in flames. Not the good sort of flames, either.

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flora smiles. crouching down, as the small girl on her shoulder gently holds onto her horns for support. she's growing so quickly! but flora & the ministry's nurses have been keeping a close eye on her. for she seems to be developing normally, & flora is quite excited. simply regarding the notion of their ministry having met such an exciting goal, as birthing their savior to the earth. especially if it were such a seemingly lovely soul, as julia antonia. the plant goddess named godmother, & the ultimate deliverer of the unholy child onto their earthly realm. birthed from a cursed womb, & made from the seed of their unholy father. the man that leads their congregation.

she slowly inspects, caresses & then picks a flower. & with a bright smile, she moves her unmasked face upwards. sniffing the rose with her snout, & proceeding to present her with the blooming gift. a nice, red bud, that burns a bloody crimson. that which reminds her of the princess of the damned. & soon, she nods in gesture for the little girl to take her offering. as a gift. not that the hand-made flower crown adorning the young lady's head, wasn't gift enough.

@antiquelic / / asked for flora (ik you liked from pris, but julia is getting fawn)

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Oop. Fluvis is crawling into Flora's lap, offering her the flower hair clip he has brought back for her with a sheepish smile.

☽𖤐☾ @dilffactory (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬…)

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧. rocky as the water. she can find the elemental beauty in all. her head merely tilts with a pleased smile & slightly crinkled brows in amused anticipation. watching pleasantly while he climbs up. & her hand immediately (yet slowly, like a creaking oak) lands upon his back. 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 ��𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. her chin tilting to and fro to follow his movements, with eyes pondering in flickers along the soft shimmering blues of the clips. those that are being offered up by the younger of the two ghouls. as always, it takes her a good handful of moments to react. though once she's processed the details of the gift, she raises her other hand to gently take it from his hand. her smile growing, & eyes lighting up before she looks at him. brightened, with teeth flashing as gentle claws clutch towards her heart. expression deepening in earnest with another tilt of her head. a moment passes before smile turns just a bit coy, with a shift of eyes. bowing her head. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 -- only to suggest that he fasten it to her snow white tresses.

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[ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers ( for flora from cumulus )

her expression is even, despite the gesture.. for a long stretch of time. eyes flickering about the woman's offering of flowers, & studying the arrangement carefully. she is the furthest thing from disingenuous. did not wish to react positively, if she did not truly like the gift that was offered by the air ghoulette. careful, thoughtful & intent. it takes the earth ghoul a long while to carefully pick out each type of flowering bud, to appreciate it in the proper light. mouth in a neutral state, whilst eyes blink. she is not in glamour, though her black robe is on. hood & screen removed, while she doted over the indoor plants. eventually, after what seems like ages (satan bless cumulus for her patience) -- fawn smiles brightly. a smile which pushes her cheeks. ethereal, pleasant. brightening her eyes. cheerful at first! happy. shifting, to attempt to convey what she wishes to. two hands come to her chest and cover her heart, with an appreciative crease of her brow ridges. reaching forth with both of those hands, & fingers curling in interest. she takes the bouquet in both of her hands, & holds the stems delicately. stroking them. taking a moment to smile gently down upon the buds, & thank them for their sacrifice. and for their long lives attached to the earth's soil. body still, in her praise. again -- something that takes a long while. eyes once again reaching back upward to the ghuleh, in slowly raising flowers to her snout. that which wiggles in it's sniff. lips eventually lifting, with a slow nod.

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 / / @chrchgrl

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it wasn't something she wished to ponder. not something she's allowed herself. has never been faced with mortal toils like death nor lineage, however she's not had to experience immortality topside without his guidance. it would be akin to losing a parent to whom you are the closest, &. upon his death the sky will weep in ways the world has never known before her demonic presence upon this earth. demeter born again to satan &. nurtured by suffering, &. empathetic nature. death is seen as enrichment beyond such human connection, &. she was hard pressed to contemplate a life of meaning without her human compass.

perhaps her studies have always been with him in mind, though she will not understand the gravity until she is faced with the ultimate sacrifice of living. truly, a break in her heart that feels to have been inexperienced by their kind. she would bring him back to her if it was the last thing she did while standing on earthly soil, &. sister imperator would pay with her life -- her own be blessed, she swears it.

his comment brings pursed lips together, a glow in her heart that takes the shape of his favor. she smiles. her finger brought together close to sternum like spider-legs. though his caution &. wandering gazes has her facial features morphing in confusion. lips falling open the more he speaks, &. any smile she possessed is lost to the breeze by the tail of his warning. foreboding, twisting her heart in knots. she shakes her head, soft &. barely there. no. no, no. her feet press forth until his hands are within his, remaining that way while staring into mismatched eyes marked with desperation. when her hands leave it is brief enough to speak, though they return right after. 'is there not anything i can do? tell me you are lying, maestro'. she feels tears tugging at the corners of her eyes, filled to white brim with worry.

the eldest son, the heir apparent. evident lineage clear with a simple gaze, yet secret bloodline lay dormant. weakening him with each passing day, two bloodlines never meant to mingle in such intimate ways . . . [ a dance between angels and demons forever doomed. ] . . . but secrets remain hidden. vaguely documented, his decline only speculated because of a vexed bloodline. how proud he was of mother's heritage but how doomed it was, affecting him the older he became.

a gentleness swept through his troubled soul, shaky breath escaping chapped lips. his time was coming to an end, death had appeared before him in a dream in a cloak of white in comparison to the popular portrayal. voice unknown, barely a whisper. death was never an enemy of theirs, simply an old friend . . . [ death is the next journey of our mortal lives. ] . . . and one primo had encountered countless times over his life. death had held his hand when he lost his mother and lingered like a bristling breeze through his adult life. now death knocked at his door, waiting for permission to enter.

❛ if you were any other ghoul, perhaps such a fate would have befallen you. ❜ caring ghoulette, always eager to aid her papa. one of the rare few allowed to bear witness to his decline, the devastating decline of papa emeritus the first. once aided to the foot of horrible stares he straightens himself, free hand adjusting pristine robes and posture straightening, the best it could. a pause at her question, mismatched gaze darting along corridors. ensuring no unwanted ears preyed 'pon them, lest they hurry to fuel rumours and worry his brothers. ❛ in truth, i am far from fine. death breathes down my neck like the winds of winter, eager to drag me to the pits . . . any day now i will take my final breath on this plane of existence. ❜

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76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things .

Fluvis + Flora

🍭 @suffcring . 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺

HEAD LOWERED AS GLAMORED FORM ENTERS the threshold of her quarters, adorned with small &. potted plants, crystals &. vials. long nailed fingers on either side move to shed the white hood from her similarly colored hair, before vertical almond hues raise to see fluvis there, looking through some of her personal items.

there's a benign look of subtle shock in her almost glowing eyes. her form without horns or fur at the moment, simply lengthy white tresses &. pink, parted lips. the tiers &. her dewy skin looking hydrated by the very rain she has the potential to bring towards this unholy ground.

like most things it takes a little while for flora to outwardly react. her lips tugging into a tiny smile as feet take another step, bare but leaving a creak from her heavy weight. not only tall, but wide in the hips. one poking forth with a slit in long robe, as she shifts said weight with the bearing of her foot. caught, she watches the ghoul with her brow creasing somewhat in amused confusion, before hand raises to give ghoul a wave.

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‘ oh my god! are you okay? ’ ( Cory @ Flora )

🍭 @tooxldtorememxer !

her face almost looks serene before marble green eyes open wide with a gasp. chest heaving with an arch of her back in breath.

aforementioned gasp is silent, with her enormous form lying upon the ground. a hellish angel, her horns of great antlers stretch on either side. wide hips revealed from slits adorning black robe, &. snow white hair framing fawn-like face.

her eyes flicker until they find cory, and her small mouth along gentle snout is parted to take in oxygen. the slits of her cat-eyed pupils blown wide whilst she reaches for his hand. squeezing with a pinch of onyx claws. nodding her head, surely yet soft.

in reality she has no idea what had caused her to collapse. had been giving life back to small rodent lying on ministry grounds when she found herself losing consciousness. a regression surely, though one that causes a gentle sigh with a furrow of her brow. other hand coming to her support her forehead while vision slips into blackness. caused when back raises from dirt.

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OKAY WAIT ONE MORE

MF 10 with Flora and Fluvis 👀

@dilffactory (𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂)

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬. windy, this morning. the fawn had mischievously left her robe behind. too early for the creeping ministry, in viewing the great beast without her cover. morning sun shining on her, smudged black with facial markings around her beautiful fur-lined visage. with eyes closed, to let the cleansing breeze blow through her hair while earth kicks up from underfoot.

soon shes clomping softly over grass, that is dewy and supple from her treatments. not a spot of brown over satan's earthly dwellings.

though today she does not walk alone. her little wanderer is behind her.

perhaps she is being coy though she simply tests the waters. fluvis gifts her things -- pretty flowers with soil crumbling from it's living roots. curls into her bosom. they pay attention to one another with no means to what it is, & flora finds herself enjoying these moments despite herself.

but why is he walking behind her?

head comes tilted back, with a smile. for they are questions she cannot ask. so the ghoul just giggles. righting her head to make-up for the weight of her antlers.

the short nightdress is porcelain white, & riding strong thighs. [...] however she still toys with black claws.

the humanoid-deer stands more than a foot taller than fluvis, as she understands.

wind fluttering skirts, she looks back with soft pink cheeks ablaze when she sees where his eyes have been happening to fall. [...]

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’ I’m busy digging the dry blood and fleshy skin from under my nails right now. ’ / flora

GORE SENTENCE STARTERS. / / @divinehr

brows narrow & lips wrinkle in slight -- not disgust, but... perhaps somewhere between pensiveness & misunderstanding. in the sense of not grasping why the other was struggling, so. slow to materialize upon her features, though.. lips eventually upturning into a gentle, yet still tight smile. even going so far as to retain it, whilst she whirrs to life. & with gears spinning, the flora ghoul comes to life. taking a stone mortar & filling it with warm water. moving gracefully from her seat, with the stone cupped in both palms. placing the now warm water down upon the shelf.

clawed, brown fingers reach forth to take the lady's hand from the abuse of her tools. jammed beneath keratin. her antlered horns ache, just thinking of it. she nods at the divine woman, assuringly. smile simultaneous. curt, yet sincere. looking down whilst she places the woman's fingers into the bowl. holding her wrist, & looking down at the water below. plumes of pink rising from dainty limb.

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"auntie flora!" happy little cheers as julia crash/hugs flora's legs with broad grin. "hugs?" / flora from julia

random ask / / @antiquelic

flora's arms raise on either side, with branded palms held outward & fingers spread open. a large smile gaping her mouth in feigned surprise, when she sees the little girl running at her. with roaring giggles escaping from her grinning lips. cannot make any noises of surprise, yet the fawn sweeps down all the same. the tiny arms of the progeny reaching around her long legs.

ofttimes her body, so awkward as it is, is unsure of how to approach physical intimacy. julia was such a small child that flora didn't wish to damage her, with her immense strength. so she places both hands on her goddaughter's back, & strokes over her spine lovingly. just before scooping the child into her arms. letting her settle over a round hip, to continue enveloping her.

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∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes .

Fluvis and Flora Ghouls 👀

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 / / @dilffactory

flora does not reside within the greenhouse. yet, this might be news to some. the large, towering & imposing feminine presence amongst the plants for the majority of the day. for she is their mother, & she feels at peace with them. the turmoil of losing primo was soothed by salves, & busying hands with working on medical remedies & her growing powers. trying to keep herself on the pre-made path, set by the man whom had been her guiding light. her torch in the darkness. slow steps creak floorboards in the ghoul wing, as her deer-like form lumbers the hallways. a white, thin frock covering her. something that would let the air in. a great duck of her antlered head required, while entering in from her morning meditation. soil stuck under hooves, that clomp gracefully along the dusty, aging wood. ready to prepare for her duties, now that she's satisfied. though when fingers part white strands from glowing cheeks, flora's reaction is curious when she sees fluvis. a long span of time taken to form an expression. the great ghoul pausing in her movements, until her body catches up. the large garment is draped over the ghoul's petite form, like a blanket. short, & the train on her robes is meant to accommodate a height of nearly seven feet tall. on par with, if not the same height as the current project drummer mountain. slightly smaller than the the star ghoul, omega.

slowly, expression shifts like the eventual picking up of wind. lips pursing, not angrily. just curiously. brows lowering slightly, as fingers finally move & tuck the hair on either side of her brown bordered face. revealing new spots, & the deer-like ears that part snow white. lips even slightly upturn, before eventually they creak into a soft chuckle. looking around, deliberately. curiously. an earnestness in her eyes. so many questions. that exact questioning taken to residing in her green, marble gaze. why? why are you in my room, so early?! not that she minds. sweeping forth with a tilt of her head, & bending to pick up the train of her robe. still smiling softly, when she runs the fabric between her fingers. still looking expectantly, at the other.