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[glowettee]

Hi Mindy!!! I hope you’re doing well, and I just wanted to say that I love your posts. Really well written and thought out!

I just wanted to ask.. can you create a guide for preparing to a completely new school which isn’t, like basic? Not in a mean way, but lots of the advice on the internet is generic.

For any extra info, I’ll be joining in the second semester, so there’s plenty of time to make long term changes. It’s also a private school, but I don’t know if that will make a difference.

Thank you in advance 💖 love you!

hi sweetness! @prettieinpink thank you for your adorable ask 🌸 i'm so happy to see this from you!!!!! i'd love to help you from personal experience, and things i documented being in private school. please make sure you look at the 10 secrets because they're super helpful and things i've personally used. i'm going to pour my heart into this comprehensive guide for you. transitioning to a new private school mid-year can feel overwhelming, but i've got you covered with everything you need to know! love youu <333

the ultimate guide to conquering your new private school journey: a glowettee exclusive

by mindy ♡ @glowettee

pre-arrival preparation (1-2 months before)

academic groundwork:

request detailed course syllabi from your future teachers

create a comprehensive academic portfolio of your previous work

research the school's grading system and academic expectations

familiarize yourself with any specialized learning platforms

set up digital organization systems (i use notion + google calendar + xTiles)

purchase textbooks early and start preliminary reading

research the school's academic support resources

understand the homework and assignment submission policies

social preparation:

create a private social media presence specifically for school

research student organizations and clubs that accept mid-year members

join class-specific group chats or discussion boards

study the school's social media presence to understand culture

prepare conversation starters based on school activities

research any school traditions or special events

understand the social hierarchy (yes, private schools have these!)

identify potential mentor opportunities or buddy systems

practical essentials:

develop a morning routine that starts 30 minutes earlier than needed

create a capsule wardrobe that aligns with dress code

invest in high-quality school supplies that last

organize your study space at home

set up a dedicated homework station

create emergency supply kits for your locker and bag

establish a meal prep system for lunch and snacks

plan transportation routes and backup options

digital organization:

set up a comprehensive notion dashboard (i'll share my template soon!)

create specific folders for each subject in google drive

download all necessary academic apps

set up a digital calendar with color coding

create assignment tracking spreadsheets

establish a backup system for important documents

organize email folders for school communication

set up notification systems for important deadlines

mental and emotional preparation:

start journaling about your goals and fears

establish healthy boundaries for social interactions

create a stress management toolkit

develop positive self-talk mantras

plan regular self-care activities

identify potential support systems

create a growth mindset framework

establish regular check-in times with parents/guardians

first week survival guide:

day one essentials:

arrive 30 minutes early

bring extra supplies

wear something comfortable but polished

pack emergency essentials

keep your schedule easily accessible

bring a small notebook for important information

have your introduction speech ready

prepare questions for teachers and peers

social navigation:

observe before participating

sit in different locations to meet various groups

join lunch conversations naturally

show interest in others' experiences

take notes on names and interests

identify potential study partners

respect existing social dynamics

be authentically yourself while observing school culture

long-term success strategies:

academic excellence:

create weekly study schedules

establish relationships with teachers early

join or create study groups

maintain detailed notes from day one

schedule regular review sessions

utilize teacher office hours

keep a detailed assignment tracker

create subject-specific study guides

social integration:

participate in school events

volunteer for school activities

join at least one club or team

attend school sports events

participate in school traditions

create study groups

organize small social gatherings

maintain connections with existing friends

personal growth:

set monthly academic and social goals

maintain a gratitude journal

create a personal development plan

establish healthy stress management techniques

develop time management skills

build positive relationships with staff

create a balance between academics and social life

regularly evaluate and adjust your strategies

pro tips from my experience:

keep a spare set of supplies in your locker

create a school-specific emergency kit

maintain a digital photo of your schedule

establish a homework routine from day one

create a support network outside of school

document your journey through photos or journals

maintain open communication with teachers

celebrate small victories and progress

10 secret tips that transformed my private school journey ♡

the bathroom rule always scout out the least-used bathrooms in your first week, but don't just look for any quiet bathroom - look for one that's strategically located between your most stressful classes. trust me on this - i found my favorite quiet bathroom on the third floor of the science building, and it became my secret sanctuary for quick meditation breaks, makeup touch-ups, or just moments of peace between classes. the lighting there was immaculate for those confidence-boosting mirror talks, and it was far enough from the main hallways that you could actually hear yourself think. i even started keeping a small essential oil roller in my bag to make these mini-breaks feel more spa-like. this space became my personal reset button during hectic days, especially during exam seasons or when social dynamics felt overwhelming.

teacher connection hack bring a small notebook specifically for writing down personal details teachers mention (their favorite books, coffee preferences, hobbies, their children's names, or even their pets). this isn't about being a teacher's pet - it's about building genuine human connections. i started bringing my teacher's favorite starbucks drink on presentation days, remembering to ask about their weekend plans they mentioned, or sharing articles related to their interests. not only did it make their day, but it also showed i paid attention to details. these small gestures created authentic relationships that made a huge difference during finals week, college recommendation season, and even when i needed extensions during tough times. remember, teachers are people first, and when they see you acknowledging their humanity, they're more likely to understand yours.

social currency secret keep a small emergency kit with hair ties, bobby pins, bandaids, mints, tampons/pads, tide-to-go pens, pain relievers (if allowed), small sewing kit, clear nail polish for tights runs, double-sided tape, and even a phone charger in your locker. nothing creates instant friendships like being the person everyone knows they can count on for emergency supplies. i actually met my best friend because i had a spare hair tie when she desperately needed one before her presentation, and that simple moment turned into a three-hour conversation after school. this kit isn't just about having supplies - it's about being the person who thinks ahead and cares enough to help others. i started keeping track of what people borrowed most often and would stock up accordingly. it's like having your own little convenience store of kindness.

the popularity paradox here's something no one tells you - in private schools, being overly eager to be popular actually makes you less popular. the social hierarchy in private schools is often more subtle and complex than in public schools. i learned to focus on being genuinely interested in others instead of trying to fit in, asking thoughtful questions about their interests, and remembering small details about their lives. surprisingly, the moment i stopped trying to be part of the "it" crowd was when people started naturally gravitating towards me. i focused on developing my own interests and passions, which made me more interesting to others. the key is to be confidently authentic rather than strategically social. this approach not only helped me build real friendships but also protected me from the exhausting game of trying to maintain a carefully crafted social image.

the uniform advantage even with strict uniform rules, there are always creative ways to stand out while staying within the guidelines. i invested in high-quality accessories that complied with dress code but made my uniform look more polished - pearl earrings, delicate necklaces, classic watches, and subtle hair accessories. these small details helped me feel more put together and confident. but it's not just about the accessories - it's about how you wear the uniform itself. i learned that having my shirts professionally pressed, skirts properly hemmed, and shoes well-maintained made a huge difference in how put-together i looked. i also kept a small steamer in my locker for emergency touch-ups. this attention to detail showed respect for the school's traditions while allowing my personal style to shine through in acceptable ways.

the lunch table strategy don't commit to one lunch table for at least two weeks, and be strategic about your rotation schedule. i created a subtle system where i would sit with different groups each day, making mental notes about the dynamics, interests, and personalities at each table. i rotated between different groups, which helped me understand the social dynamics better and prevented me from being boxed into one clique too early. pay attention to how each group interacts - some tables are for studying, others for gossip, and some for genuine conversations. i kept a small note in my phone about each group's interests so i could contribute meaningfully to conversations. this strategy gave me the freedom to form genuine connections across different social circles and ultimately helped me choose where i truly felt comfortable. by the third week, i had a clear understanding of where i naturally fit in, rather than where i thought i should be.

the academic alliance create study guides and share them with classmates before they ask, but make it systematic and sustainable. i started a google drive folder with my notes and study guides, organized by subject and topic, with clear summaries and practice questions. it naturally evolved into a collaborative study group where everyone contributed their strengths. i became known as someone who not only shared resources but also helped others understand how to create their own study materials. this approach created a reciprocal learning environment where everyone felt comfortable asking for and offering help. i even created templates for different types of assignments that we could all use, which saved everyone time and helped maintain consistent quality in our work.

the extracurricular edge join at least one unexpected club that's not typically "popular," but don't just join - become actively involved in ways that showcase your unique talents. i joined the astronomy club despite it being small, and instead of just attending meetings, i started organizing stargazing events and creating instagram-worthy posts about our activities. this not only helped grow the club but also showed others that you can make any activity exciting if you're passionate about it. the unexpected benefit was meeting people who shared my genuine interests rather than just social aspirations. these authentic connections often lead to the most meaningful friendships and impressive college application stories.

the social media strategy create a finsta (private instagram) specifically for close school friends, but treat it as a carefully curated space rather than just another social media account. wait at least a month before adding anyone - this gives you time to understand the social dynamics and ensure you're connecting with the right people. i used my finsta to share study tips, funny school moments, and support for others' achievements. it became a safe space for sharing real moments with trusted friends, away from the pressure of maintaining a perfect image on main accounts. i also used it to organize study groups and share helpful resources, making it both social and practical.

the legacy link learn about your school's history and traditions from older students, but go beyond just knowing the basics. i spent time talking to seniors, alumni, and even teachers about the school's evolution over the years. understanding why certain traditions started, knowing the stories behind school legends, and learning about notable alumni helped me feel more connected to the school community. i created a digital notebook of these stories, which became a valuable resource for other new students. this knowledge made me feel like part of something bigger than just my current school year and helped me appreciate the school's culture on a deeper level.

personal advice from my heart to yours:

sweetness, i want you to know that the first few months at a new private school can feel like you're learning a new language - everyone seems to know the words and customs except you. i remember feeling so out of place during my first semester, constantly second-guessing myself and wondering if i was "doing it right." that feeling of being an outsider would hit me hardest during school traditions or inside jokes that everyone else seemed to understand instinctively. i spent countless nights journaling about feeling like i was watching my school life through a window, wondering when i would finally feel like i belonged. but here's what i learned: that feeling of being an outsider is actually your superpower. you have fresh eyes to see things differently, and that perspective is valuable. you notice things that others have become blind to, and you bring new energy to old traditions. your unique viewpoint can actually help breathe new life into established social circles and activities.

the most important thing i wish someone had told me is that it's okay to take your time finding your place. private schools often have students who've been together since kindergarten, and it can feel impossible to break into those established circles. but here's the truth - while everyone else is trying to maintain their image and social position, you have the freedom to be authentically yourself from day one. you don't have to carry the weight of years of expectations or predetermined roles. focus on building genuine connections rather than strategic ones. keep your grades up, but don't let academic pressure steal your joy. document your journey - take photos, keep a journal, save little mementos. these will become precious reminders of your growth. remember that every single person who seems perfectly adjusted now once stood exactly where you are, feeling exactly what you're feeling. and most importantly, remember that the version of you that walks into that school on day one isn't the same version that will emerge at the end of the year - and that's exactly how it should be. you're not just adapting to a new school; you're growing into a newer, stronger version of yourself. embrace this transformation with open arms.

sending you the warmest hugs and all my support! feel free to message me anytime for more specific advice or just to chat about your journey 🤍

mindy x

p.s. would you loves be interested in detailed posts about my notion templates and organization systems? let me know in the reblogs/replies!

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[ofpearlsandstars]

From the pearlescent, star-milk waters, she was born...

Greetings, Stardrops!~🌊🌟

My name is Mira, and I'm a passionate diviner, spirit worker, stellar devotee, and sea witch who also loves to create art and music with my spirit court. I've been a practitioner for the past decade, but I still have much to learn. 💙

This is my first-ever post, so I wanted to set some intentions for this blog moving forward. Essentially, I hope to make this a dreamy space to inspire creatives to craft wonderful works of art with their spirits, as well as be an informative hub for learning about divination, spirit work, deities, astrolatry, and a myriad of other topics related to witchcraft and occult studies. A big goal of mine is to sell spiritual wares and handcrafted devotional art that I make with my spirits, maybe sometime soon!💫

Also, since I do tarot & oracle, I'll be offering free reading giveaways occasionally (and directly after this post to celebrate the launch of this new blog) so be sure to stick around! I have paid readings available on my Ko-fi page too for more in-depth insight. 🔮

If any of this sounds interesting to you, please feel free to follow or like this post, and I'll check you out too! Reblogs would also be helpful so I can get to know more of you in this community. I'm always up for meeting new people, so please don't be afraid to message me if you think we would vibe! 🌸

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Until we meet again...

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[mistytarot0919]

2025 GENERAL PREDICTIONS FOR ALL ZODIAC SIGNS - LEO⟡ ݁₊ .🎄❄️.₊ ݁⟡

Hello, my angels! Misty - your tarot reader here✨🔮🌠🃏🌟!

©mistytarot0919 - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, alter, or repost my work.

Please reblog if you find this information useful! 🌸🎀💕

2025 is here and I guess that everyone is curious about how their year will be. In order to give you an idea, I'm doing a short reading for every sign of the zodiac. Remember that this is just a general reading and you must take only what resonates with you.

So let's get started! Enjoy!°🥂⋆.ೃ🍾࿔*:･

♌ Leo (Lion): July 23–August 22

“One should train in deeds of merit—generosity, a balanced life, developing a loving mind—that yield long-lasting happiness.” —Buddha

Messages for 2025:

Conflict and Ego: a conflict could arise from ego clashes or power struggles. Leos should be cautious about how their assertiveness is perceived, as it could lead to disputes with others.

Victory at a Cost: a victory that comes at a price. For Leos, it might serve as a reminder that winning an argument or achieving a goal could alienate friends or loved ones. It's important to consider the emotional fallout of being overly competitive.

Letting Go: need to let go of battles that do not serve a higher purpose. For Leo, this may mean recognizing when to step back and avoid unnecessary confrontations, emphasizing that not every fight is worth engaging in.

Reflection and Growth: reflect on your behavior and the impact it has on your relationships. It may be a time to reassess priorities and focus on building connections rather than winning arguments.

Strategic Thinking: encourages strategic thinking. For Leos, this can mean using their natural charisma and leadership skills to navigate conflicts wisely rather than charging headfirst into battles.

Key messages of the year: a period of potential conflict that may challenge their ego and relationships. It serves as a reminder to prioritize harmony over victory and to reflect on the consequences of their actions.

Love

conflicts or misunderstandings in a relationship

one partner may feel defeated or that arguments could lead to emotional manipulation

warning to be cautious of power struggles or unhealthy dynamics.

communication is essential; addressing issues openly can help prevent further discord.

Money

a challenging situation, possibly involving conflict over money matters

disputes regarding investments, debts, or financial responsibilities.

it’s important to approach financial decisions with care and integrity.

Health

stress or mental health struggles

feelings of defeat or a negative mindset impacting overall well-being

encourages you to seek support and avoid self-sabotage

reminder to prioritize self-care and address any unhealthy patterns that may be affecting your health.

Career

a competitive or hostile work environment

workplace conflicts, power struggles, or unethical behavior among colleagues

if you find yourself in a situation where you feel undermined or defeated, it’s essential to assess whether it’s worth fighting for or if it’s better to move on

collaboration and teamwork may be necessary to overcome challenges.

In 2025 you need to focus on communication, ethics, and self-awareness across different aspects of life.

Affirmation: I trust my intuition!

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[ryin-silverfish]

Hello! I've been reading through a lot of your posts (very informative posts thank you so much).

I watched Lmk S5, and I have no idea what name to refer to the Nine Headed Demon as. I know that LMK has its own worldbuilding as it is essentially a fanfic of JTTW and the Chinese mythos, but because of that I have been left very confused as to how to refer to my second favorite antagonist now. I know that Xiangliu (as the serpent being with multiple heads) appears in season 4, and that the Nine Headed Demon is written as the descendant of Xiangliu (atleast in the non English version), but where does that leave us for a proper name for him? (I also know he uses the form of the Nine Headed Beast which is a seperate entity from Xiangliu altogether)

Most people are refering to him with the name Xiangliu as of the moment. (Or just no name strictly title)

Any suggestions?

- 🌸

Welp, just for fun, I'd call him Ah Jiu (Literally "Nine").

But if the title is too long, maybe just NHD?

[isbahstudio]

🌸 Read Academic Texts Like A Pro

🟣 Finals season are upon us. I'm sure many of us are doing heavy academic reading for exams and final papers. Here's how you can breeze these dense texts like a pro:

🟣 Categorize & Identify - first identify the type of text you will be reading. Is it a primary source? Secondary source? Is it a review or original research? Is it an autobiography or biography? Is it an Op Ed piece?

This will help you strategize how you will take on the piece.

🟣 Skim With Strategy - read the abstract and conclusion first to determine if this text is relevant to your purpose. Then skim and read based on the subheadings that seem most relevant. If a concept does not make sense, backtrack a few lines and re-read. If a subsection is needlessly wordy, gloss over it.

But make sure you understand the gist of the piece and the important key points. You should be able to recount the key points after you have skimmed.

🟣 Chunking - read 2-3 paragraphs at a time. Stop and ask yourself what you just read. You should be able to explain what you just read. Read in small chunks and mentally check in to see if you are understanding the material.

🟣 Brief Notes & Annotations - to be more engaged in the reading process, you can annotate the text or take shorthand notes on the side on paper or your computer. Keep these notes brief and stick to the bare bone essentials. This will make it easy later when you go through your notes. You should not be wading through a whole paper when you look back at your notes.

You can highlight, but ofcourse keep it to a minimum. Highlighting everything, no matter how tempting, defeats the purpose.

Keep citations at hand. Jot down the proper citations for the texts you are reading. In the case, that you have to use the text for a paper you are writing, having the citations written down somewhere can save a lot of the hassle!

🟣 Identify, Skim, Chunk, Annotate, Be Brief, Get To The Point!

[hislittleraincloud]

Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Whoremoanal / Intro to Wenovan for the New Dolls

Ach. I just got word that the addict neighbor "isn't coming home" tomorrow. Her messages are terribly short, lacking in information, and few/far between. I mean my gods, is Afterburn 8 going to have to wait until fucking May/its year anniversary? What the fuck? I might have to force myself to try and write it, but that's the Cigarette at the Bus Stop for me. I fire up my writer's flame and take a puff and then that fucking hot mess of a bus lady tells me "I'm coming home" and then doesn't.

I'm working quite hard on the Miller's Girl fic because again, it doesn't require much thought for me. I know I have new followers thanks to that little fandom...and the teacher crush wing that flew at me and my fyp (I suppose that was to be expected once more Jenna stans saw MG). 🤦🏽‍♂️ My closest fanwives have access to its Live file and one already wants to divorce me for the soul-shattering Epilogue, so I might have to rethink including that...

Anyway. This, I suppose, is a short intro to #Wenovan (a.k.a. Black Bubblegum) ship, which was the untouched ship that pairs Wednesday Addams and Sheriff Donovan Galpin. Untouched until my pervy agegap loving ass came along with my observations of canon Wednesday and Sheriff Galpin's interactions from episode to episode. Of course, in 2023, I'm on the Dark Side of this fandom, but that's fine, since I live in a cave and am used to it. I write a lot from Wednesday's POV. The other agegap ship I write about is Gatesmonster (Laurel/Tyler 💀), but their relationship is the opposite of Wednesday's and the Sheriff's.

So I know y'all got that teacher crush thing going, and teacher crush is authority crush. Cop crush falls under that; it's a sibling to teacher crush.

Afterburn Wednesday (ABW) does have a little bit of a thing for authority, for older male authority figures. But she's also l essentially everything Cairo Sweet from MG wishes she were. She took charge of the intrigue she felt at first glance (canon Wednesday actually looks at the sheriff's body as he comes into the Weathervane, then there was the little grin she flashed him (!!!), followed by her ruminating on his words to her, etc. etc. I can make a good case for their canon) and isn't completely stupid about it. I tried to make ABW otherwise as close to canon as possible, since the story is meant to slip seamlessly into the show's very weird timeline. Still working on MG fic, but 8 is on my mind in a terrible way, especially after I listened to the following again. (As well as knowing what else I've been writing about them that's for the sequel and deleted scenes.)

I really like programming scenes from my story into audio shorts, since I have the cast members that I need for them (@brenli I haven't forgotten about the Wednesday & Bianca Mortal Kombat scene! I'm just really busy. I have all of the dialogue for it recorded though. Just needs to be put together).

I've shared it before, but sharing it again for those who are new, might be bored out of their skulls, and are waiting for MG. It is Wednesday cornering the Sheriff in his office on Outreach Day (which was a couple of days after she had a sexy vision of them). And her first kiss. 💕🎀🌸🎀✨

It's best listened to on headphones since I'm an idiot and was new to programming these, so the balance of the narrator's voice is way off. 💀 And that stupid phone ringing is annoying af LOL

I miss them so much. ❤️‍🩹✨🫴🏼🚔🕸️💕✨

[gardeningwithjack]

Welcome to my blog!

Welcome to my first ever blog!

Whether you're a seasoned gardener or just starting out, I am here to help you cultivate your own piece of paradise. I believe that gardening is more than just a hobby—it's a way to connect with nature, relax, and create something beautiful.

In this blog, you'll find a variety of resources to guide you on your gardening journey. Here’s a glimpse of what you can expect to come in the future:

🌱 Gardening Tips

My gardening tips section will be filled with practical advice to help your garden thrive. From soil preparation to pest control, I will cover all the essentials to ensure your plants grow healthy and strong.

🌿 Plant Care Guides

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Trigun s/i origins, part 3

Here's the next chapter ! It gives a brief look at how Lyric and Gill went about being together before she and him were separated. Warning for some blood and essentially a toxic relationship.

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Lyric kept information he revealed limited. He told her they were plants, that they lived together in their own garden, that she had powers and he did too, and a few other basic things; he filled in smaller gaps in what Gill knew as they went. He hadn't told her much about what they did before she awoke, simply that they'd always been in the garden. Always had been together, just the two of them alone.

He continued his own research, delving into the information held within the briefcase. He'd developed a strange fascination with it. 

His own technology was limited by what he'd scavenged from other parts, but it was suitable. For then. He'd often stay absorbed in it for hours while Gill sat elsewhere.

"What is this stuff you're always looking at?" Gill asked, staring at it above his shoulder.

He froze, then cautiously asked. "Do you recognize any of it?"

She looks curiously to him. "No. Should I?"

He'd been relieved. To him, this research represented pain, it was born of their torture. Now to Gill, though, it represented nothing but seemingly random collected data. She no longer remembered how they were cut open and how their energy was exploited for selfish desires. Perhaps he should've erased her memories long before this.

Gill was relatively unaware of the darkness that held Lyric. She couldn't remember any other way of seeming from him. She was happy and content, Lyric continuing to take care of her however she needed. If she tried to do too much on her own, he would stop her. He was her loyal worshipper at the altar he created.

Lyric kept them both away from humans for a long while. She was curious about what was outside their cave, but she no longer remembered the humans she'd been fascinated with and her desire to leave stayed low, for a while. Until she sat outside their garden, and she saw humans in the distance again. 

She started asking questions. Prodding Lyric to tell her about them, about who else lived near them, what other creatures this world is home for. He'd gotten angry, bursting out in a shout to drop it, the humans were not worthy of her interest. She'd shrunk away, and he'd apologized, but tension hung heavy in the caves.

Eventually, though, she got her desire. As it happened, Lyric's research had him desiring more tech to power it, which meant having to venture out and find it, and his unwillingness to leave Gill by herself brought him to take her along.

And thus she met the humans. And thus she fell in love. And thus Lyric needed to possess her.

Each time he erased her memories, he could not keep her from the humans. If he tried to keep her held within the garden, she would sneak out, if he took her with him on his own journeys within their cities, she could not be convinced to leave and stay gone from their sides. Her memories rarely stayed intact longer than a couple years. 

For that's all he needed to do. Anytime she drifted to far, he'd pull on her leash, and with a wash of her mind she'd be free and back in his arms alone.

Though, he discovered too that that wasn't the only reason to erase her memories. It was when Gill saw a photo of the researcher within Lyric's research that her face paled, her eyed became frantic. She'd babbled nonsense, names and places she shouldn't remember after many cycles of her memory being completely erased. But the memories had all been unlocked, and at once they all attempted to return to her mind. She panicked, and Lyric could not get her to be calm. She screamed and she screamed and she screamed from the jumbled mess within her. Lyric did what he thought as his only choice to soothe her; he erased her memories and let her confusion be carried away. She was perfectly content after, remembering nothing of that.

And in the cycles where for whatever reasons he let her memories stay a few years? Those rare cycles where she kept enough distance long enough to satisfy Lyric and nothing in particular triggered her memories to return? The jumble of memories locked away was always too strong, and always returned. Once, she was able to keep her memories for just six years, but that was the longest stretch in that period.

Gill was kept away from the knowledge Lyric wanted her far from. Sure, sometimes things would be off, not quite in line with the words Lyric told her. But he drew her away from thoughts like that, back into his loving arms again.

But he could never stop her from loving humans. She would dance amongst them, sing to them, laugh with them.

Memories washed aside again and again. Love rekindled again and again, too powerful to be hindered by the waves thrust upon it.

And generally, the humans loved her in return, captivated by the girl who's energy invigorated her surroundings. But not all humans are kind.

This town was dirty. Not just from the sand curling around every surface, but the people too. Lyric knew better than to trust them. He'd told Gill to keep her distance and stick close to him while they were there, but distractable and innocent as she can be, she hadn't listened.

She hummed to herself, the moonlight dancing to her tune as she performed for it. She'd found a rocky outcropping a ways towards the top of a small mountain, shadowed by the cliff face rising tall behind it. She was alone, but soon company would pay a visit.

A group of men, scoundrels who skulked around the town, laughed and jeered as they climbed the rough surface. This was their spot, and they hadn't expected anybody else to be using it for their own hideaway. Though, it wasn't unwelcome to them and their dangerous smiles.

"Hey there, doll !" The man in front of this pack called to her.

Gill stopped humming, and the moonlight became cold as it stopped it's dancing. "Hello there." She smiled.

"Seen you around town, you and that fella arrived together." Another man says, approaching. They all gradually fan out around her.

"Yes ! Is this your home?" She asks. The moon urges her to run but she isn't heeding it's plea. Humans are kind.

"Yeah, this is our place. Ain't much, but it's what we got." Another man says. 

"This place is pretty shit, if you ask us. We ain't see many folks who have much here. Not a lot of folks who walk around wearing such nice white clothes as you." The initial guy talks.

Gill looks at her clothes. Lyric had given her a lovely dress, he never told her where it's from. "I suppose? It is rather lovely."

"Got that right. You and your man must be pretty well off, then?" He asks.

She thinks, head tilting. Well off? She and Lyric do have what they need, she's never wanted for more than companionship. She's never understood the desperation of men such as these. "Well, I guess that we are."

"How much you think your hoity toity man would pay for ya?" His next question slices into the air.

"Sorry, what?" She's more confused than anything.

There's a man behind her and he grips her arms in his calloused hands, jerking her to stand with her back straight before him; she can't move her arms from behind her own back. She gasps. Trying to get herself away, she thrashes, but she is delicate. Her hands knew nothing of how to fight another being, and the man easily held her there.

The first man produces a knife. They all stalk forward and she is surrounded, her knees threaten to buckle. She'd never been threatened by a person before, she has only seen their smiling expression. The smiles on these people were sharp. The knife is pressed on the side of her neck, she can feel the warm, sharp metal a hair from slicing deeper into flesh and blood and splattering that essence on the dust. "Show us what you got, stranger. You've been holding out on the folks living here; you prissy bitch."

She whines, trying to thrash away but the men persist. "Holding out, what, I have no idea what you mean !"

"You've got money !" He yells at her.

"Look at the thing, all clean; bet she and that man have been hoarding a water plant somewhere." Another pipes in.

"They've probably got a whole group of plants to get all their fancy shit !" A voice says.

"Bet they're loaded with double dollars too !" Somebody in the mob adds.

She can't do anything except stare at these men. She may be interested in the humans, bur her experiences couldn't be further from a humans. Money, the reliance on plants, what it means to be hungry, she's never known that. These men would hurt her to satisfy those needs. 

Her body is limp. She can't fight them. Her vision blurs full of tears.

It is as the man starts to drive the knife further that blood splashes onto the cliff. It is not her own blood.

The man with the blade collapses, his blood seeping between lines of the rocks behind him, nothing but a specter wreathed in shadow, stands Lyric; water steams around his hands. The other men are too horrified to vocalize their fear. 

Faster than the men can try to flee from this creature of ruin, highly pressurized streams of water shoot forward, piercing their bodies. Slicing arcs of pressurized water get a few others; the man who'd restrained her fell in two distinct thumps to the rock. The men who weren't struck by those were met with ice as Lyric ran towards them, an array of sword sharp icicles following the movements of his hands and reducing them to shreds. Water dripped off the side of the cliff to steam on the sands far below. There wasn't a single knife raised to him.

Despite being free, she hadn't moved an inch yet. Her expression was terror, unable to understand the carnage her gentle Lyric had just committed to these people. 

"Worthless creatures, awful." Lyric spits quietly. He walks forward, stepping across viscera. It truly is nothing in his mind. He reaches her, caressing her face and wiping a splatter of blood off with his own blood splattered hand. "Precious sweetling, it seems you're not hurt; not to worry these humans are trash and nobody shall hurt you. Let's depart." He walks by her, placing his hand upon her shoulder as he does.

As Lyric leaves, she stands and she wobbles, and she falls to the ground, landing harshly on her knees, bending forward to hide herself. Her hair sprays out on the rocks, blood soaks the strands and colors the tips Crimson, her hands becoming sticky and wet.

Lyric guided her complacent self to the garden. Floating in a lake Lyric created, the water is pink as she bathes; Lyric sits behind her, scrubbing red from her shimmering hair. 

Lyric tuts. "My dear, you have no idea how worried I'd been. I was terrified thinking you could've been hurt. The gall of those bastards, daring to try and shed your sacred blood." He growls darkly.

She raises her left hand from the water. There's dried blood coating her flesh from the rocks. "Was destroying them the correct choice?" She asks him.

Sighing, Lyric smiles. "It was needed to protect you. Not to worry, stay here, stay with your friend, and you shall never need to sully yourself; violence wouldn't suit you." He grabs her hand in his and puts it back underwater, wiping it. Bringing them back out, her's is spotless while his has dried blood stuck to him. It flakes from his fingers. "My hands get dirty that way your's may stay clean." He kisses her dripping hand before going back to washing her clean.

She stares at her pale hand. She sees the blood dripping from her palm, bright red.

Though Lyric appreciated that she stayed indoors after that, he wasn't fond of the quiet, unresponsive attitude she acquired. Her memories were washed from her mind.

Giggling, two hands covered Lyric's eyes behind him. Gill leaned into him, grinning with barely contained laughter.

“What are you trying to do?” Lyric hums, amused after listening to her sneak towards him just before now.

She uncovers his eyes, leaning around where he’s sitting into his sight line. “You’ve been ignoring me.” She fake pouts, but her smile is there too.

He blinks. “Have I been?”

“Yup; you haven’t payed attention to me all day.” She plants her hands onto her hips.

He smiles like one would at a pet demanding it’s owner’s attention. “I’m sorry, my joy.” He turns half to face her and extends an arm to hug her waist, but she steps back far enough and quick enough that he misses. He raises a brow at her. 

“Nuh uh.” She says. “Since you’ve been ignoring me all day, you’ve gotta earn it.”

“Let me get this straight,” He leans forward. “You just came to me for attention, yet I must earn it?” 

“You can’t argue my impeccable reasoning.” She clasps her hands behind her and rocks backwards on her heels a few times.

No, she’s correct, he can’t. He is the one who is at her feet, begging for her attention alone. “Well, alright, then.” He makes a move to grab her, and she steps back.

Thus starts an impromptu chase, Lyric pursuing her while Gill dodges from his grasp. Their laughing echoes around the garden.

Lyric, faster, stronger, and tougher, obviously soon catches her. He holds her in a strong grasp. Gill seems to enjoy it, catching her breath and all smiles. She wants to catch him too, because she’s quick as she insists. Lyric deliberately runs slower to let her give chase before allowing himself to be caught before she can get tired. He can tell she feels some accomplishments, and he praises her speed.

Water laps at their sides, another occasion. “Am I doing it correctly?” Gill asks.

“Just kick your legs and move your arms like I demonstrated.” Lyric teaches her.

She’s never a particularly strong swimmer. Sometimes Lyric tries to teach her how; being in water is natural to him. He supports her as she tries to practice. Her face is scrunched, determined, as she does what he tells her. Arms circling, legs kicking, she tries to swim. It’s not exactly correct, she is trying either way though.

She straightens with a sigh. “Can’t I just do the little paddles?” She lifts her hands to mimic paddling.

“You can.” Lyric says, crossing his arms with a smile. “But I thought you wanted to swim fast like me?”

“I do, I do.” She pouts. 

Lyric leans back, letting himself float in the water. He’s content whether she wants to keep practicing or not, becoming distracted just being with her. He watches her get a mischievous glint to her eyes, moving her hands under the water. He passively just watches, mildly curious, and then water covers his face. She laughs after splashing him. 

Lyric wipes a hand across his face, dripping with water. “Trying to fight now?”

“What? No way.” She chuckles.

“Yeah, of course.” Lyric’s head shakes.

Grinning, Lyric decides two can play that game, and he splashes a wall of water at Gill, making her squeal and twist away from it. Swim practice is forgotten, instead they wade around the lake, trying to get the other soaked. Gill sweeps her hand across the water. Lyric parries and lifts his hands quickly out of the water.

Another occasion, Lyric and Gill wander around a town, Lyric more of a shadow than anything as they explore. People around them chatter and enjoy the day. A few drunks sit on a step, leaning on each other with bottles in their limp hands.

Gill skips along, Lyric always steps behind her. After a bit, they notice something, a tension amongst the townsfolk. Whispers of “the last run” starting. Neither are familiar with that.

From the plant building, a surge of energy comes to the town. Lights brighten, the people loudly talk of the resources this plant is going to give them.

Only the two independent plants hear the scream as the energy is depleted from that plant, drained and used to a dry husk. A hand pressed to her mouth, Gill bent forward with eyes full of pure horror. Lyric had pulled them aside between two buildings as soon as he’d felt the energy of the red plant. His hands were limp by his sides, his eyes matching that terror. He’d heard humans talk about “the last run”, but they’d never been close enough to feel the scream from the plant like that.

That’s how humans treat their kind, Lyric understands better than she. This is why they stay hidden; they wouldn’t hesitate to abuse them too.

“Keep steady.” Another occasion, Gill holds strands of Lyric’s hair.

“I am.” He says, straightening his back. The researcher used to keep their hair the same length for convenience, but since being here they’ve been able to control it. Gill keeps her hair longer, and Lyric likes his own hair long just not quite as much as her’s is. She offers her help to just maintain it.

Her gentle fingers brush tangles from his blond locks, a pair of scissors in one hand. “I’m just gonna cut a few inches.” She tells him.

Lyric closes his eyes as she starts to cut, muscles relaxing under her touch. This is what he craves, her closeness, her attention, and her loving care. This is bliss.

He sighs. “You have the hands of a goddess.”

She gives him a little bemused glance. “I’m just cutting your hair.” She takes a strand, letting it flutter to the ground.

He smiles, glancing upwards towards her. “I know.”

She shakes her head, huffing. “You oddball, Lyric.”

Noman’s land has little in the way of native wildlife. It is why humans must rely on the plants to create their needs. But the plants alone can’t terraform the sand, they can’t sustain the humans outside their tanks and what they can make.

The people of the town have two plants, yet there are those who wander the streets starving. They haven’t got the food available for everyone, and the starving lay in the blistering shadows of buildings.

Gill sits on a low wall, Lyric leaning back beside her. They’ve only just come to this town. It hurts, an almost physical wound to see the people of this town seem stuck in such despair as that. She feels the desire to help, but she’s unfamiliar with human needs.

She gazes at the plant room, sitting tall above this town. The plants within seem to hum, and she can feel their energy.

“Hey, Lyric.” She says quietly.

He hums, turning his head towards her. What do you need?”

“I want to see them.” Her eyes haven’t strayed.

“See who?” He furrows his brow.

“The plants.” She finally looks towards him. “You say that the other plants can’t leave their tanks and must serve humans, but I’ve never seen the others; I want to meet another plant, like us.” She loves Lyric, she loves humans, and she wants to be able to love the plants as well.

Lyric chews on that, looking aside. The plants wouldn’t be any danger like the humans, and if they’re trapped they can’t take Gill. “The humans are protective of their plants. They wouldn’t just let us walk into that room to look at them.”

“Maybe if we simply ask?” She suggests, shrugging.

Lyric scoffs. “No, they wouldn’t say yes.” He thinks longer. Then, he sighs. “Alright, if you want to see them, I can get us there.”

“You can?” Her eyes gleam.

“Yep, but tonight, when most of the humans sleep.” He tells her.

She claps excitedly. “Yes, thank you !” She swings her legs, already eager.

Later, they stand in a secluded area by the plant room. Guards stand near the entrance, but Lyric just has to create their own. A blade of highly pressurized boiling water cuts the metal wall next to them, a hole just long enough for them to duck into. It’s hidden enough that the humans aren’t going to find the opening too quickly. He waves his hand for Gill to follow and guides her into the plant room. Then, leading her to the plants, they stand before the glowing figures.

Gill stares, eyes wide. “They’ve got petals like me.” She says first, eyeing the large petals covering their upper halves currently.

Lyric makes a sound to agree. “All of these plants have those.” They rarely uncover their forms.

She moves forward, full of admiration. “They’re beautiful.” She breathes out.

Lyric steps away. “You can get a decent look, just keep your volume low. We shouldn’t stay too too long tonight.” He’s not terribly invested in their kind, but he lets her explore those plants.

Gill stands before a tank, looking at the plant softly bob in the liquid. She can feel her energy better this close. As she stares, she sees how, slowly, the petals around her start to unfurl. The upper body and face of her is revealed. Gill’s grin widens, she’s filled with joy, an intense and shining wonder. 

The plant floats lower, getting more on Gill’s level. Gill waves her hand to them. After a minute, the plant waves back. Though, it isn’t exactly a real wave, Gill gets the impression she’s just mimicking her. Gill tilts her head to the side, and the plant follows; she sways to the other side, and the plant sways a beat after. Getting more into this, Gill raises both arms and watches the plant do it too. She lowers it, raises one, lowers it, raises her leg, lowers it,raises her other arms and her other leg, and the plant follows each movement. They’re curious about her, and she feels that they’re enjoying this too. She hops, and the plant flutters her petals in response. Fully laughing now, she spins around in circles on a heel, and the plant twirls with her; several spins as a skirt and petals flow behind them.

Gill, after playing that impromptu game, just sits a while with the plant; her back to the cool, towering glass tank. The plant merely floats behind her, watching Gill. It’s interesting, but Gill can feel a connection to the plants without having to talk; she’s never been around other plants such as them before to tap into the feeling. 

When Lyric tells her they’re leaving, she waves to the plants again. The plant she’d played with returns to being wrapped inside of her petals, to the humans a simple generator, to Gill a nice companion. To Lyric, nothing particularly worth paying any attention to.

It’s the townsfolk who later reveal to Gill that they need food. As a plant, who never needs to actually eat, she hadn’t understood that it was that necessary to the humans. She begins thinking, about food, how the plants provide for humans, and how if they could grow food themselves like how she grows flowers inside their garden then they would be better; and she realizes that she can help the humans.

The townspeople watch as she stands outside of town, facing the sand stretching around them. Lyric squints from the shadows, curious to what she’s doing there. Lifting her hands, lines glow on her body. She’s never used this much power at once before this. The sand churns before her, and it becomes soil and grass. Infant vegetation sprouts. Little saplings root. In minutes, an oasis of farm land appears. It’s not big, but it’s sizeable enough to provide extra support for the humans. As her power summons this fertile space, large wing like petals emerge from her back, sliding from slits in her white dress.

The townsfolk merely gawk. She turns, and the sun catches her hair; it’s like there’s a halo around her. Decades and decades and decades from then, the story of an angel who descended to this desert and helped save the town would emerge and persist after that. This town would become famous in this world, the only city with an actual farm land to bring them necessities and would be in part maintained by a large team of plants acquired from that fame.

Lyric set his jaw. His fingers curled hard into his arms, unseen by the humans. He watches them drop to their knees in respect.

“I brought you more food; these are merely the start of your own garden, but you’re going to have to maintain it.” She tells the humans, smiling brightly.

Lyric drags her away by her wrist as the townsfolk attempt to thank her for helping them all. Lyric gets her somewhere private. As soon as there’s no humans near them, he spins around at her.

“What was that?” He demands from her, fingers curlings at his sides.

She looks at him confused. “They needed food.”

“You revealed yourself to humans !” He groans, amazed at her thoughtlessness in doing that without any concealment. She flinches when he raises her voice to her, and he forces a steadying breath as he feels bad scaring her like that. “How often do I have to tell you that the humans would hurt us and hold us as their prisoners if they learned we aren’t the same as them?”

She frowns. “But, they seemed happy to see me and learn of my powers.”

He sighs. “And their greed shall soon guide them to posses that for themselves.”

She stays adamant. “And you’ve also yet to tell me why you think that of humans. They haven’t done anything to suggest they’d abuse us.”

“That’s, you just have to take me at my word.” He looks off to nowhere in particular; perhaps this is when it’d be useful for her to know of the experimentation they gained their myriad of scarring from. But, he’s never told her since she first forgot, and he never intends to tell her.

“Lyric, listen to me.” She pleads. He looks to her, and she continues. “I believe in humans, I think they’re good. They just need some assistance, and I’m happy to help; in fact, we both can help. Lyric, those plants won’t stay long here. I gave them proper soil, but that’s not the only thing they need to thrive here. They need a steady water source.” She looks at him, and it’s obvious what she’s asking.

He scowls. “You expect me to also help them?”

She steps closer, eyes large and searching as she begs him. “Please, they need it. If not for the humans, help me? Help the plants I cultivated?” She tries appealing.

Lyric is quiet, a long stretch as he contemplates. The defeat is evident in the drop of tension from his body. “Only because it’s you.”

Gill grins. She moves forward to hug him, and after a brief second he hugs her in return. “Thank you.” She tells him.

That night, Lyric insisting on being unseen and utilizing some stealth, they revisit the new garden; the humans were quick and already constructed a cover, a large tarp to protect it from the scorching sunlight. He gives no care to helping these humans, but it’s only to protect the plants Gill adores that he’s doing this. He raises his hands, and hidden beneath the soil a water system forms, connecting to all the roots of the plants to provide them nutrients. Gill’s joy is obvious, pleased the plants now stand a chance.

Lyric is glad, seeing her expression, and he supposes he made the right decision to help. Looking at his hand, turning aside, there’s a tension in his expression. Creating a water system that big took a lot of energy, he can feel how it had drained him then. He knows Gill must be drained too.

He knows that a plant’s power can be completely depleted if it’s all used. He remembers what humans do when plant’s run out of their energy; “the last run”, the push to deplete a plant. He realizes that using their powers in such grand displays without replenishing it is only risky. How do they replenish it?

His eyes drift to the plant room. He remembers connecting to the energy of a plant, and he devises an idea. A theory that perhaps can replenish the depleted energy they’d used. If he can connect with a plant, then perhaps he can connect with their energy too.

It’s under the protection of night Lyric leads her to the plant room. Refusing to answer what they’re doing, they sneak in using the hole they’d made before.

Lyric approaches a plant, Gill curiously watching behind him. More curiously, she can’t grasp why Lyric needs to look back to the main door and freeze it shut.

Looking to the plant, Lyric puts both hands on the tank. The plant unfurls, watching him while his markings all glow. The plant glows and the connection bridges them; in the tank, she spasm, markings glowing as she contorts and twists. Eyes scrunched, face determined, Lyric draws the energy from the plant and takes it. He hears her scream, but he only stops when her screams do and there is no plant in that tank. The scraps float and sink in the tainted liquid.

Backing away, there is silence. Gill covers her mouth, horrified by what she just watched him do to them. 

“That worked great.” Lyric feels his energy returned in spades. A feeling like tar flowing inside him telling him he should feel bad is pushed below away; anybody else around them is unimportant if they can be used for the betterment of himself and Gill always.

Tears drip to the metal flooring. “What did you do to her?” Gill whispers out.

Lyric turns around to her then. “Creating that garden, using our powers a lot, it depleted our energies; I just replenished it.”

“You murdered her !” Gill screeches, dropping her hands. Tears run furiously along her cheeks.

There’s thudding at the door. The humans try to get inside, realizing a plant has stopped functioning, but the frozen door can’t be moved.

Lyric barely pays their actions attention. “It was needed.” He levels her with a determined gaze, and there is nothing within him that can be swayed from this decision. “Now, your turn.”

Gill, eyes widening as his intentions are realized by her, backs slow steps away. “No, no I refuse to. I won’t take from them.”

“You feel it, the weakness from creating such fertile land and dozens of plants? You need this energy to replace what was used.” He cooly insists.

“Creating that with my energy was my decision. I refuse to make her suffer from something I decided on like that.” Gill trembles in place, trying to keep her stance confident but shrinking as he stares right at her.

“Then if you want to be stubborn and refuse to help yourself, allow me to help you instead.” He takes several long strides forward.

Gill can’t scramble back fast enough and Lyric yanks on her wrist. She falls to the ground, trying to resist while he drags her across the floor to the other plant tank.

She tries to tug her hand from his tight grip. “Lyric, I refuse !”

He ignores her. Placing his open hand upon the glass, his markings glow when the plant unfurls, establishing their connection. He lets the plant scream, taking her energy. He uses his body to connect the energy he takes and flow into the small hand he’s laced his fingers with. The energy flows out and in, and the liquid turns dark and murky.

Lyric drops his hands, satisfied. Gill curls, bent above the floor, starring with absolute terror and sadness at her hands. She had played with that plant.

Hot tears hit the ground. She’s frozen, unmoving in her horror.

“Now you have your energy restored.” Lyric simply says.

“She was my friend.” Gill sobs, her hands, her body, it itches. She feels stronger and she feels disgusted.

“Then she should be glad she helped you now. Come on, let’s return to our garden. Before the humans come.” He starts to turn away.

Gill jerks, hands clutching her biceps to make herself smaller. “I’m not leaving with you ! You murdered those plants ! What’ve you done !”

Lyric hardens his gaze. “I told you, it was for us.”

“You can’t justify hurting others just to help yourself !” She sobs.

Lyric tuts. “Not myself, us. I would murder this entire town if it would benefit you. I would gladly give you the energy of a hundred plants. Their pain means nothing to me for your joy.”

Gill can only stare. Never before has she been shown this aspect of her best friend, how could he, her beloved companion, carry such a look in his calculating gaze; it’s a realization that perhaps she simply just refused to notice it until then. “It was because of me.”

He hums, agreeing. “All my choices are for you.”

She sobs, screams, and resists when Lyric tries to take her out of there. Setting his jaw, he  knows he has no option but to stall the humans. If she is being difficult, he needs to erase her memories there to calm her completely.

Gill lays in their garden, soft grass under her. Lyric lays content besides her.

“What would you do if you weren’t a plant?” Gill asks him. “If you were, hm, say, a toma.”

He glances at her, bemused. “If I were a toma not a plant?”

Gill grins, shifting. “Mhm, a cute toma.” She giggles lightly.

Lyric huffs an airy laugh. He can entertain her with this question. “Um, well I assume we’re both toma then, because I could never be somewhere you’re not also, and then I suppose I would just roam the desert along with you.”

“Just that?” She raises a brow.

He laughs. “What else is it that the toma do besides wander around wherever?”

“Um, hm, theyyy look cute !” She chirps, thinking.

“That’s more just how they are, not something they do.” He points out.

She hums. “Maybe they play games and have whole elaborate things they all do when nobody is looking at all of them, hm?”

“Then I suppose we’d play toma games together, if we were both tomas.” He says.

“Do you think we’d have a flock too?” She wonders.

“We wouldn’t need any flock; just the two of us is how it has always been, and that’s how I prefer it.” He smiles at her.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true.” She smiles at him as well.

Love has always been intriguing to Gill. Each explanation that introduces her to the concept grabs her, and she craves to know the feeling in the truest ways. She always has a general love for people, animals, and many things, the only person she’s been able to know enough of to feel deeper feelings for has been Lyric. She hadn’t been given the chance to truly fall in love. However, she did come close before 

They'd met in the desert, in a bon fire's warm glow a particular night. He'd been sweet, he'd been charming, and he'd pulled her in with his shy, sincere conversation and his smile that roused her's. 

They'd starting meeting several times, always out in the town, always after Gill snuck away from her friend Lyric; she felt bad keeping it from him, but she knew he hated humans. She promised she'd tell him about the human she'd started to fall for when she has better convinced him they aren't like how he thinks they are.

The man made her feel wonderful. He tucked her hair behind her ear, and he spoke about what a marvel she is. He made her feel pleasant, warm, he made her feel fluttery. She wondered if the romantic love humans talked about was something like this. She wanted it to be.

The man asked her to meet him at night. He called it a date. He always thought she was a little peculiar when she asked him what simple things like dates are, but it also to him just added more to her charms. Of course, Gill was eager for their date then.

Sneaking away from Lyric at night wasn't simple, but she did it. He'd been distracted by some tech.

Going to the spot the man asked her to meet him, he was already waiting for her. He'd grinned, and she'd hurried to stand in front of him quicker.

He'd taken her hands. They spoke softly, nobody they could see nearby and not much of a need to whisper, but it felt right to speak gently. The man had said he has feelings for her, he was glad she accepted his date. She may not know much about humans and romance, but she adored this; she liked this human. His face became red as they talked, and he stood close to her, and he stared meaningfully at her.

But he couldn't make a move. Something fast, a mere blur, whipped with purpose around her and struck him, wrenching his hands out of her's. He hit a rock a few feet back, hard; a long gash appeared on his face where part of whatever pushed him had hit. Gill recognized the blur as a tendril of water as it retreated.

Lyric, seething and practically steaming, stood several steps back. Bladed of water rose abounded him, poised to attack. "This is where you went?" He asked, but truly it was something like an actual demand.

Gill ran to kneel beside the man. He groaned and stared at Lyric, horror written on his expression seeing something impossible for any human. Gill snapped her head to Lyric. "You hurt him ! What do you think you're doing !?"

"You went BEHIND MY BACK ! You came to meet SOME DISGUSTING HUMAN !" He roared at her." The blades appeared ready to slice into the man another round.

Gill, wanting to save this human, instinctively put part of herself before him. Unfurling, wing like petals emerged from her, creating a sort of barrier around them. Hurt flashed across Lyric's face, seeing her seem to put this human above him, but rage covered it. "I wasn't going behind your back, I just wanted to prove there wasn't any need to stay away !"

She turned to look at the man. His eyes wide, he seemed frozen; the mark on his face was deep and oozed blood in a river. Gently, unsure but almost curious, she placed her palm on the injury. When she looked at her palm after, it was soaked in the blood. She stuttered on an inhale, a gasp as she went quiet. It's strange, but she'd never touched blood before yet the sight of it on her hand seemed to pulsate. It rocked something inside her, making her tremble. Her left hand, coated in red, marred by it; she couldn't move, could only stare at her wet palm and twitching fingers then. 

"You're monsters." The man chattered.

Gill's head, somewhat out of body, snapped to him. His horror glazed eyes were on her now, and she realized he meant her; he thought of her as a monster right now. She couldn't find the sentences to deny that claim. The blood on her hand had briefly silenced her.

"Yes, that's right." Lyric replies coldly. "To you humans, you could say that we certainly are." His burning, flashing eyes fixate on the injured guy. "Tell anyone who the monsters you encountered are, and disfiguration won't be where I decide to stop." 

The man makes a strangled attempt at a possible scream. But it's somewhat of a submission.

Lyric walks forward and roughly grabs Gill's hand. Pulling her wrist, he yanks her away from the trembling human and leads her quickly away; shaken by the blood, she's first only able to follow. She stumbles on the ground as Lyric's speed is relentless.

His grip on her wrist is near enough to make it snap, it seems; fingers digging in. It takes her a bit to actually feel it, but she starts tugging on her wrist. It is almost impossible to get him to loosen. "Lyric ! Walk slower ! Lyric, Lyric ! Lyric, that hurts !"

Her claiming he's hurting her finally makes him stop. He abruptly releases her wrist, but keeps his hand hovering around it, and looks at her, eyes wide. Then, he realizes he was holding her too tight; he can't believe he hurt her. Her eyes stare wide at him as well, nervous and wild. He hurt her, that wasn't easily forgivable; but, but he just needed to get her away from there. She needed to be home, he thought. Setting his features into determination again, he takes her wrist; gentler, but no less insistent as he leads her to their home. All he has to do to fix things is wash her memories away. That's simple. It's easy.

Flowers are naturally nonexistent on this desert planet they landed on. Yet the garden bloomed. Flowers of different varieties were nestled there; the cave provided shade, Gill provided soil, and Lyric provided water, allowing them to comfortably exist in that area.

A wonderful place to call home. The flowers are tough and yet delicate in appearance. They are resilient enough to take root in this place that was never made to be their home with. 

The immortal pair layed amongst the flowers. Quiet and comfortable, they both stared towards the ceiling of the cave they made theirs. Their hands were out stretched to each other, but just millimeters from actually making contact.

Lyric would often take Gill's hand, feel the delicate lines of it. She is untainted, her hands have never had to defend themselves thanks to him. They are best suited, he believes, to tending to her flora in their cave. Lyric brushes his nose on her hand, bringing it towards his face in near reverence as she were some spirit he threw himself into. 

"Lyric, if you wanted to kiss my hand, it's alright to." She told him, a bit bashful though saying that.

He shook his head, his adoring smile present and staying in place. "No, my lips could never touch your body. They aren't fit for it; these lips could never deserve that." He was not fit to think of doing such a thing, disgraceful.

She simply laughed. "That's silly." He could've.

But Lyric stood firmly on that. "Trust me, never." He wouldn't.

Lyric had formed an idea. He's tried numerous times to keep her far from humans, but only twice did he witness any aversion to them. It was when they showed her their true intent to be cruel towards them. 

Perhaps he shouldn't have erased her memories quick as he did. Maybe she would've seen his reasoning for avoiding them fully. 

No matter, he decided. He could easily get them to show her their truest, cruel selves, she could see what he saw.

All he did was whisper amongst a small town. The girl he brought with him was inhuman, she had powers, abilities, magic, he said. 

If they captured her, she could give them everything the town could need. Their hunger shone in their gazes as they plotted. Lyric despised their expressions, seeing their want aim to her, but he would rid them of those expressions quickly.

Gill knew Lyric wasn't a fan of anyone, but she carelessly moved amongst the townsfolk there. Her companion did nothing to dissuade her from that.

She walked into an empty walkway. An ambush of the townsfolk descended, corraling her. They bound her arms, shouting their victory. She begged them to release her. They gloated about the resources she'd give. Watching them, getting dragged away as she kicked and pleaded, listening to them, it hurt her deeply to witness it. Something within her that shone with adoration dulled. 

They hadn't gotten far with their quarry. Like a knight, blazing with righteous furry amongst rapids, Lyric arrived. Torrents of watery destruction swept everyone away from her swiftly. None of the townsfolk could fight the crashing waves. They were overtaken. The single man who attempted to question Lyric was silenced with a quick wave too.

No water brushed the shaken girl. She was swept in his grasp.

When he returned to their cave, he was gentle and worried. He told her he had tried to make her see how cruel they all were, that they would try to claim her for themselves. That's what humans do to any plant, he simply insisted.

She would not be cheerful for a while. She reverted within a barrier, sad, lonely, wilted. She wasn't as responsive. Lyric allowed it, figuring she would eventually just realize how right he was. 

It was years later she ventured outside on her own, her feet heavy and aimless. She simply wandered the area.

There, a little girl stumbled on her. She'd wandered off similarly. 

The little girl could see she was sad, and tried to get her to be more cheerful; when words failed, the girl rummaged in her pocket until she could present a dirty, dented, crafted little brooch. The little girl told her she found it a long while ago; the brooch always made her cheerful, and she figured she could use it. She gave it to her with an innocent, bright smile.

Touched by this, a spark returned to her. She'd begun to wonder if Lyric was correct. Along this girl comes, gifting a stranger a prized possession selflessly.

Lyric was wrong. Humans were not simply selfish creatures. Gill got on the little girl's level, for the first time since then smiling; she pet her head. She thanked her, and promised to keep the gift safe.

She knew it wasn't fancy, but it was brimming with love from this child, and she would hold that safe. She forever would.

When she returned, Lyric saw her change. He saw her holding something with the gentlest care.

Enraged, he listened to her ramble about how she decided to trust the humans. She trusted them, not him, their kindness, not his, he shook with fury. Lyric advanced on her.

Tearing the brooch from her grasp, he yelled about how naive she was. Tossing the brooch into the pond out of reach, it slowly sunk to the deepest depth. It seemed she couldn't see them Lyric's way after all. He wouldn't stop trying to keep her safe, no matter how many times it takes.

Something the pair always loved was creating music. The tunes they weaved into the sky were of another plane.

Gill's voice rang bright and melodic. Lyric's deep, reverberating notes flowed from the cello he played. It's surface icy and chilled, it played a reflection of her tone but subtly guided their song. Lyric loved accompanying her and Gill swore she sang best when he played alongside her just like that, Lyric thought she sounded beautiful anytime.

They played often. Though Lyric tended to guide their performances, music was perhaps the only area Gill frequently gained control. Her powerful melodies taking the lead, Lyric's playing could only try to follow along with them. Control switching, they played on. It was their sweet joy together.

Gill's freedom came when she was in a attention of half consciousness. Lyric had stolen another plant's energy again and made her follow, her rage each time meaning he had to erase her memories just after finishing that.

She floated in that tank, early in to the erasure Lyric had successfully washed her mind but had to keep focus to ensure she wouldn't resist. No human could get inside this place.

Yet no human could crave the metal structure like the man who approached them did. His surprise meant Lyric couldn't keep full concentration then.

Gill was groggy, she could barely register what she saw outside as her memories were washed away as they formed, being created and then forgotten. She saw a man, beside him a much larger person and a third figure. The man who stepped closer was clothed in all white. He spoke something she could barely hear, about coming to reclaim what is his, about not knowing their were other independent plants like him on this desert world, about wanting them to come with him.

Lyric refused, defensive and untrusted of this stranger. He attacked, and the man returned the blow. They battled, water and metal tearing the room to shreds. The man commanded the other larger person to grab her tank. In the struggle, the tank shattered, and dimly Gill saw herself free falling out of the destroyed wall of the building to the ground far below. Blearily, as if waking from a deep sleep, she thought she saw a man reaching for her, screaming a name she couldn't remember. 

She only woke fully later. Standing, like a newborn fawn pushing herself upright, she gazed around herself. She stood alone in a vast desert of stretching sand in every direction with seemingly no end to it; she had no memory of how or why she found herself there. Hugging her arms, she searched for any thing to tell her the answer to that question, but it wasn't there. Her only choice was to walk, and perhaps find that out somewhere in this unfamiliar place.

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Your likes and comments

Make me super happy ❤️

💛Yesterday's 2 choices

What do you take out with you

Just the bare essentials？

Lots of things？

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Was the slight majority！

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💛Just in time、I saw the sakura 🌸

I love the spring weather and the sakura

So I'm glad I could go and see itー！

It was a wonderful way to refresh myself

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Learning tarot - 4 elements in tarot - Water⛵

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Water is essential for life, just as emotions are essential for our well-being. When we are in touch with our emotions and allow ourselves to feel them fully, we can navigate through life with more clarity and understanding.

When we learn to honour and express our emotions in healthy ways, we can harness the power of water in our lives, allowing us to connect more deeply with ourselves and others.

Inspiration - water is a creative force, inspiration flooding into awareness

Correspondent → CUPS(Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces)

Qualities

emotions

moods, feelings

sensitivity

intuition

receptivity

empathy, nurturing

intimacy

compassion

occult matters

hidden depths

spirituality