#flora ghoul 006 * / era v

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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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there's a subtle flinch to the ghoul's body -- hand jumping, when priscilla startles. her soft smile momentarily lowering, in surprise. a hand moves upwards, in a fluid wave. the motion is large, rather than a small one. such inherent in everything that the earth ghoulette does. a handmade crown of flowers resting upon her head, between great antlers. small enough to get her through doorways, though grandiose enough to turn heads when she walks by. a small, woven basket of picked flowers resting 'pon her arm. the large force of nature gently fiddles with the sleeve of her long dress. soft, deer-like features lifting in a laugh, at the lady's words. she mouths the word sorry, whilst her features pull in for a moment of apology. making her hand into a fist, & rubbing it in a circular motion across her chest. though she shakes her head at the inquiry, itself. hand flattening & head tilting. her hand slowly unfurling over her covered stomach to rub it, with a hopefulness shining within bright green irises. she's come to see the baby.

she damn near jumps , surprised , startled one would say . had flora always been so quiet ? eyes wide and perplexed at the ghoul , a hand placed over her startled heart . if she were any other , priscilla would have cursed them , spat out a series of insults . but not flora . not the dear whom she had grown fond of , doting upon her as if she were a sister or daughter . ❛ my dear flower , if i were any other human i would've succumbed to a heart attack . ❜ she is joking of course , evident by the smile that curves her lips . ❛ does something , or someone , trouble you or do you seek my company this fine day ? ❜ / @muutos sc. for flora

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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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’ 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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the ghoul of flowers has never expected anyone to learn sign language, for her. it was always a pleasant surprise! when it did happen, anyway. rare an occasion, outside of her fellow ghouls. summoned by the late papa emeritus the first. water, for example. as well as papa himself, obviously. as he had been the one to guide her, & assist her with making the faithful decision. that which would ultimately take her voice, from her. though kelsey's attempts always warm her heart, like a loving hearth. a soft flush to the flesh-tone in her cheeks, at the offered thanks. not-so-new language given back to her, graciously. something flora was always quick to encourage. nodding her head gently, with another squeeze of the lady's knee. repeating the sign, to say you're welcome.

flora's giggle matches kelsey's. large body swaying backward in her laughter, while picking up long tresses & placing them over her shoulder. politely. hand falling down to her clothed chest momentarily, before sliding back into her lap. fiddling with a piece of fabric on her flowing skirts. though curiousness & delight now lives in her eyes, in place of amusement. slowly shifting, the more kelsey speaks of it. her ideas, & what the day would consist of. fidgeting fingers now rising, to toy with the pendant around her neck. blinking softly, in the meantime. she nods, mouth gaping with a suggestion that she cannot actually voice. though still, the idea does not die. not sure if it would be appropriate, or not. lips come together pensively, along with her brows. subtle, yet there nonetheless.

she tries to communicate the question, by shifting forth in her seat. taking her non-dominant forearm, and holding it across her body. focusing intently on kelsey. then, she takes her dominant hand and waves it back and forth above her forearm, as if conducting an orchestra. wincing softly. hopeful, that the other will understand. rather than breezing through an entire sentence. asking if there will be music.

Flora was always the one for giving, so when Kelsey was presented with another gift, she smiled softly, "Thank you," before signing the gesture back. The ghoul had been teaching her bits and pieces of how to sign. Of course it took practice, and the effort she put into attempting how to sign sometimes was laughable. But this time, Kelsey did so correctly.

Her smile got even wider as Flora nodded, and then signed, which Kelsey actually recognized after a moment, which made a small "Oh!" after realizing what it meant. Then, her small hands went to try and replicate what the ghoul had done: i l y, then mimicking her own index finger to Flora's chest. A giggle rose from her chest, "Love you too, Flora. Alright, it's settled then. We'll grab a basket, Cirrus gifted me a fancy one with the utensils and plates strapped to it for my birthday, and we'll make some things to take outside. Oh also we need a blanket. And I'm absolutely sure tea will be needed."

The young woman loved the ghouls as family, she was so close to almost all of them. But Flora she had known from day one, had known her more than most ghouls besides Copia's pack.

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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.

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delicate plate held out to flora, decorated with an assortment of biscuits and mini cupcakes. "taste one, my dear. simple vanilla but with a hint of lemon." / flora bby

she's so busy letting eyes & fingers, slide along the jagged edges of fancy trinkets. slow moving, slow to inspect. picking out each & every design in the ridged mirror. handheld. & it appeared antique. gentle, humanoid fingers exploring it. rare in glamoured state, her digits are long, wide & pale. please don't blame her. can hardly even discern priscilla's presence from the calm studying. a rare break from her duties, she smiles gently in the reflection of herself. that which stares back at her with twinkling eyes. green as the forest itself. it takes a moment for her smiling eyes to pull itself to the fine china. made specifically for papa & his new bride. studying the treats. again, slowly. mouth opening, in an excited 'ah' once eyes light up in recognition. body shifts backward in the vanity chair, & fawn slowly moves to place the small mirror in front of the larger, more opulent one. careful not to damage it, before digits leave the accessory. moving, to hover over the cupcakes. fingers lightly walk through the air, as she silently contemplates each one. which would be the most pleasing? opposite fingers hold flowing white fabric closed at her chest, whilst she finally picks up a little cupcake from the tray. eyes flicker up, mouthing a quick 'thank you' -- her eyes wrinkling softly, in such thanks. the being then holds the mound of icing beneath her nose, to take a sniff. eyes widening at the lady, with an invigorated excitement in her smile.

@divinehr / / random ask!

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flora is far from offended. head tilting, with a soft smile. reaching forth to give kelsey's knee a reassuring squeeze. the gift could be utilized at any time! though if the lady superior wished to rest -- the earth ghoul has remedies for this, as well. all she needs to do is ask. but of course, the nod flora gives, (she hopes), will convey that she appreciates any decision that kelsey chooses to make. no doubt preferring that she listens to her body. though she knows how busy the woman can be. with her position, & her husband's impossible schedule. though despite, she does reach into her pockets again. moving white hair out of her eyes, whilst she looks for the few home-made tea bags she carries about. knowing that she has the perfect one. & after a moment, she takes out a square to sniff. smoothing the corners with her fingers, & bringing it to her snout. blooming into a gentle smile soon after. though the ghoul holds off on handing it to the lady superior. her expression neutralizing into an appreciative one. & while fawn runs the pad of her thumb over bundled herbs, she listens intently. the bag filled with natural sleeping remedies, & better than any tea you can buy on the market. perhaps not as delicious. though, if the ghoul had vocal chords - she would argue that fact.

despite her smile remaining, flora's brow creases. unfortunately, she doesn't assume that anyone (besides perhaps papa) was truly looking out for her. especially now that primo is gone. & that's fine! she's a child of the underworld, after all. called upon for servitude. she can only shrug & shake her head. reaching out to place the woman's gift in her palm. proceeding to close her hand around it. nothing in her green eyes is anything less than caring, & understanding. watching the other, whilst withdrawing. her expression still pleasantly confused. picnics. she's sure she's heard of that, before. perhaps. but without fail - her face lights up, when she recognizes the suggestion. nodding her head spiritedly, whilst her weighted head tilts. doing the short gesture for 'i love you'. the i, l, y. pressing her index finger to the lady's upper chest, affectionately.

Kelsey blinked, forgetting that Flora's dress pockets always held some type of herb for any ailment. "Oh, thank you. I'll see if I want to use it. Honestly I want to listen to my body and mind when it's tired. Sometimes a rest is needed, and with myself and Vincenzo going back and forth like a ball in a pinball machine, we forget to rest. And I...guess disassociating is a side effect."

She had remembered the first time she had met Flora, the very first day she came here actually. Kelsey had been extremely shy, staying close to the Cardinal, not used to all the stares she was receiving throughout the day. She wasn't used to all the attention. Sure, everyone was friendly, but Kelsey's mind always wandered to the 'what ifs', the 'what if nobody likes me?'

But when Flora introduced herself, Kelsey felt like she took a step forward in being more comfortable there. Flora even gave her a beautiful and freshly made flower crown. Kelsey cherished it, even preserving it once the flowers had their life span.

"You've always been there for everyone else," Lady Superior noted quietly, "I wish I could do something for you, something nice. Because I know the feeling of giving everything you have to others and wishing you got the same love back."

She crossed a leg over the knee in thought, "Well...you like nature and the gardens of course....Oh! Picnics are cool, right? Never been on one. Maybe if you want, we can have one in the gardens, your favorite place."

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her lumbering sway was clumsy, at best. yet the earth ghoul is cheery. a bright smile upon her face, as she sits next to the woman. could sense perhaps that she's having a rough day, & flora is always a bit more in-tune with emotions. as all she can do is listen, & observe. as a choice, more-so than anything else. she could have chosen to remain aloof, as well. though such a wise creature had never found that to be her way. always caring, empathizing. seeing the dissociating of her colleague, and scrunching her brows in worry. given the perfect amount of time to cast the sitting woman in shadow beneath her enormous stature. blinking & studying. picking out every tiny detail, while her plush mouth turns into a gentle smile. slowly moving forward to sit next to kelsey. proceeding to push her with her shoulder, for lack of a better word. time taken before the friendly gesture, as usual. flora had been a little bit.. uncomfortable, with the cardinal at first. her fierce grief & hurt over the loss of primo was still fresh at the time. & she didn't know who she could trust. distraught to see the way the clergy planned to wheel their bodies about like a glorified side-show. so when papa emeritus the fourth returned from tour with a woman, she was skeptical to say the least. but over a short amount of time, she was able to see the genuineness in kelsey. & she continues to appreciate her company. flora smiles warmly at the lady, & moves her hand in a little friendly wave. shaking her head at the apology, as if to say 'don't worry about it' or 'there's no need to apologize'. a hand comes to rest upon the woman's knee, with an apologetic scrunch of her eyebrows. she thinks for a moment. green eyes flickering about the woman's face in reflection, before withdrawing. opening a fold in her gown, & plucking a wrapped bundle of sage from her pocket. extending it, with a nod. offered for the cognitive-enhancing effects.

[ SIT ] flora

[ SIT ] to sit next to my muse and bump shoulders

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Kelsey was zoning out into space. Her mind was mush after that meeting. Sure it went well and all, but afterwards all her energy was gone. Such was the life of an introverted co-leader of a satanic church.

She was out of it so much so, that when Flora sat down beside her, the rubbing of their elbows made Kelsey flinch, making her register the ghoul finally.

"Gosh- Hi Flora. Sorry, it's been a long day. My brain has totally melted. I'm glad I ended up taking notes."

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flora has been somewhat aloof for the entire length of her stay upon this mortal coil. uninterested, & mostly unaware of the general human opinion of ghouls, or how they are perceived. she knows how she's treated by those around the abbey, & within the clergy. however any negativity didn't phase her, all that much. perhaps it should. though, flora cannot bring herself to invest any of her soul into that. yet, the ones who befriended her were extended the finest of her herbal care. far from evil, this ghoul is a servant of the soil. & in hell she was wasted potential. a power far greater than perhaps even lucifer could have imagined, when she was molded from the last lush corner of hell.

fawn is slow to do most things, unless they're routine. & even then, she's more likely to think before she acts. it saves a lot of annoying, preventable incidents. like a spill, or a cut finger. it's caused some confusion in the past, but she's less concerned that cumulus will be impatient, than she might be with another fellow beast. her eyes & smile only brightening, to see the air ghoulette's features light up the way they had when she took the bouquet. though her smile turns knowing at the apology. nodding, & then signing the letters o & k. & with that, she peers down. slowly sweeping skirts in a bend, to retrieve an old vase of primo's from beneath the small countertop surface. smiling, while holding it up next to the flowers. flora looks up at cumulus with a nod, to signify that yes -- they did make her day. if she could talk, she might speak words about these flowers all have their lives, & their deaths. they are here to please us throughout the life cycle. but she doesn't. so she simply looks expectantly, to see if cumulus liked the pottery selection.

for  being  a  demon,  you  would  think  they're  all  evil.  that's  what  the  movies  want  you  to  think,  that  they're  all  evil  with  depictions  of  the  devil  and  that  they're  doing  nothing  but  trying  to  deceive  you  to  bring  you  to  hell.  that's  not  the  case.  especially  not  with  them.  in  fact,  cumulus  is  one  of  the  most  mild  mannered  ghouls  you  will  ever  meet.  a  gentle  soul  within  the  archetype  of  demons  who  humans  think  are  evil.  they're  especially  nice  to  one  another,  just  like  how  cumulus  is  to  flora,  their  friendly  neighborhood  mute  earth  ghoul.  smiling  as  she  hands  over  the  arrangement  over  to  her.  flowers  bloomed  beautifully  from  the  abbey  garden,  their  individual  scents  mingling  with  one  another  to  waft  and  make  something  that  smells  almost  incredible. 

it  seems  as  though  flora  takes  forever  to  examine  each  flower,  and  with  the  look  upon  her  features,  cumulus  even  wondered  if  she  liked  them.  worrying  all  up  until  flora  smiles  down  at  the  air  ghuleh.  but  just  because  she  was  smiling  did  not  mean  that  she  was  happy  with  it,  or  did  it  ?  —  oh  !  no  !  it  did  !  and  it's  when  the  bouquet  is  taken  from  cumulus'  hands  that  she  really  sees  how  much  flora  loves  them,  smiling  towards  the  earth  ghuleh  and  nodding.  '  i  thought  of  you.  i'm  sorry  for  picking  them.  '  you  must  show  at  least  some  respect  when  picking  flowers  and  giving  them  to  someone  as  connected  to  the  earth  as  flora  is.  '  but  i  thought  they  would  make  your  day.  '  

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likely the first face she had seen, upon her first breath. the smiling yet careful hands of the demon, extracting her from in utero. it had been one of flora's most treasured experiences. a mother to all creatures. she feels this in her bones. & julia is as much from the earth, when it comes to matters of the heart. she would move heaven & earth, for the young progeny. a serious business she takes, despite her softness & outwardly pleasant demeanor. a second mother. flora had almost made it so on the lady's insistence, for she remain close to teach her daughter all that she needed to know.

head tilts with a smile. a bit crooked, as she feels the weight of her horns tipping the scales. eyes narrowing just so, knowingly. regarding the child with her pad in her lap, turned to be regarded. nodding gently in response to her question.

flora's expression becomes light, gradually. less coyness within it. watching closely whilst julia interacts with the flower. idly. head still tilted, eyes softly lidded. marble hues traveling, at the prompt. confident she could undo any accidental damage of her tutelage. knowing her humble student would not harm a living thing of her kingdom. her own smile growing, along with the child's. nodding whilst stroking a claw, 'neath the underlined word.

a silent laugh moves the robed chest, whilst the earth ghuleh pulls her pad closer. writing... ' I WILL TEACH YOU ALL, CHILD. ALL YOU WANT, AND ALL IN TIME.' [...] '...AND YES. ROSES COME IN MANY DIFFERENT COLORS. PERHAPS THE GHOULS WHO MIGHT ENJOY ONE. '

one of the earliest faces she could remember  .  always there  ,  presence felt long before memory could recall  .  instinctive  ,  one would say  .  a vessel of safety  ,  flora was eager to teach her  .  and she was eager to learn  .  there was much in this world to learn but julia knew that the best for knowledge of its natural beauty would be flora  .  she was one of few julia knew was truthful with her  ,  for some only appeared loving and kind because of who she was  .  and who her father was  .  a great lineage she was born to that provided security and shelter  .

❛ can you teach me how to make one  ?  oh  ,  and more about your flowers   .  they’re all beautiful  .  ❜ hands gentle with the flower in hand  ,  afraid that she might damage it with human strength or new found skills of pyrokinesis  .  such beauty mustn’t be harmed  .  eyes flicker from the flower  ,  reading the words of flora  .  oh how exciting  !   she could not control the smile turning into a grin  ,  stretching further across her cheeks  .  ❛ a rose  ?  they come in plenty of colours too  ,  so they’ll make a pretty crown or bouquet for someone  .  maybe we should give all the ghouls a crown each  ?  ❜