#but thats what a rough draft is i guess loool

[voidbeau]

hm ok, gonna ask what Angst in the Sound Booth is (although I am also very intrigued by a lot of them 👀)

Honestly i would yap about any and all of them ; v; But yes! One of the first ever Thorn x Mr Flower fics I was ever inspired to try to write tbh.

It was based on some ship art I started November of last year that I never finished.

I don't think Sound booth is the right term to use here, but that's what I hastily tossed out at the time. 🥴

Summary:

Thorn invites Mr. Flower to a show at his venue, promising him a private view and a much needed distraction from the recent drama in Mr. Flower's life.

What Thorn neglects to mention is part of that drama is employed under him, and it brought it's other half.

Now Mr. Flower continues to watch and anxiously wonder how he can remain a relevant part of an old friend's life.

Or if he even wants to be. Thorn is more than happy to help him figure it out.

Part of the fic so far:

What in the world was Mr. Plant even doing at a place like this? Loud noises, dense crowds, dreadfully high energy. This was absolutely not the kind of place Mr. Plant would have chosen to be of his own volition, yet here he was. With Argos.

When Mr. Flower hadn’t seen or heard from Mr. Plant in almost two weeks.

There was a tightening in Mr. Flower’s chest.

He sighed, the bitterness in his stomach turning to anxious nausea as he tried to shake off the thoughts.

He didn’t like the idea of getting worked up over it, but worked up he was. Even as he turned his gaze and did his best to focus on the band instead.

He had hardly noticed when someone else had entered the private observation booth. Mr. Flower was still gnawing at his lip when the smell of cigarette smoke began to fill the air, still fighting back the welling emotion he had been trying so hard to ignore for days now.

And when a  warm and gentle hand found its way around Mr. Flower's waist suddenly, the floral creature stiffened. 

A light gasp left his lips as the towering presence of a rose headed man at Mr. Flower's side broke the creature from his thoughts.

He looked up to meet the familiar man's gaze and was greeted by a sharp, toothy grin holding a lit cigarette. 

Wild, spiral eyes stared back at Mr. Flower while the hand around his waist made itself comfortable.

The rose monster inhaled from his cigarette and with his free hand, withdrew it from his mouth billowing smoke poured from the sides of his mouth.

“Enjoying the show?” He asked, giving Mr. Flower a light, playful squeeze. An action that tinted Mr. Flower's cheeks a light shade of pink while simultaneously churning out a small grunt and a slight frown from the flustered flower.

“Thorn…” Mr. Flower grumbled the man's name, as if to give warning but said nothing further.

Thorn chuckled, readjusting his hand to let it rest on Mr. Flower's shoulder instead, indicating he took the hint.

Mr. Flower rarely outright protested Thorn's lack of personal space regardless of the fact that he played up a convincing amount of distaste for it. 

But it was never long before Mr. Flower began to relax under Thorn’s casual touches.