Marceline Abadeer / Tags.

🪐 — marceline abadeer / tags.

🪐 — serena “birdie” bird / tags.

🪐 — tommy hernandez / tags.

🪐 — lil starter  for  @barnaes​ 

                ❝  DID YOU KNOW  that mushrooms are technically closer to animals than they are to plants ? ❞  it almost makes birdie feel bad, to be talking about how  alive  the little fungi are as she dices up chanterelles for their dinner.  ❝  they communicate, just like we do.  well, not  just  like we do,  obviously.  but they send messages out on, like, electric currents kinda,  &  they travel through their root network.  it’s sorta like what happens in our brains.  they can even talk to trees.  isn’t that neat ? ❞   her fingertips take a pause from their work to lift a particularly lovely chanterelle,  birdie closely examining the tiny folds  &  curling edges that make up the mushroom’s strangely lovely shape,  before holding it out for james to see.  ❝ they’re pretty, too.  maybe i’ll have to paint a  mushroom series  next. ❞

🪐 — james barnes ;

musicality in the lilt of her voice, the soft up and down has become a familiar background to afternoons, sinking a comfort deeper into his limbs than he cares to admit. there’s an appeal to the world she inhabits, not without it’s own sadnesses, but beautiful in spite of them, and he thinks of his own, made of metal and blood, and cannot help the shame that sets through him. there’s little he can offer but the way bone crumbles in the palm, the way his dreams are haunted by a flood of red, stories that centre on himself as the monster. if they fell from his mouth, he knows she would catch them, but selfishly, in a way that sinks his stomach to admit, he likes the way she finds summer in the cold of him, likes the idea that he is not a horror story. it takes a moment for the phases to sink into his bones, for him to realise that he was meant to answer in the lull of conversation.    ❛   that’s really neat. bet the conversations aren’t up to much though.   ❜       not that he’s famous for offering much out in the way of conversations.         ❛   as long as you’re not pinching them off my plate to study them, a mushroom series sounds nice.   ❜

     THE LAUGHTER FALLS EASILY FROM HER LIPS,  especially when he’s nearby — which has been more  &  more often as of late. james’ presence in her life has quickly become as natural as breathing, as comfortable as her favorite knit jumper. birdie has been a bit of a loner since she was a kid, a little too much, too weird for most people to handle being around for long. but james doesn’t seem to mind her errant rambling. the two of them moving around each other as they cook dinner together in her little kitchen is the most relaxed she’s felt around another person in years. he’s the only person she can remember letting in who has decided they want to stay.  &  it makes her giggly, giddy, just glad not to be alone for the first time in what she’s only now realizing is a long time.  ❝ oh, but how could you possibly know what mushrooms talk about ?  they’ve been around for longer than plants, they’re the only living organism to survive all the ice ages  &  extinctions  &  stuff,  &  they’re all connected through their mycelium networks. like a hive mind. they’ve seen pretty much everything that’s ever happened. i bet they have all kinds of stories to tell, if we were able to listen. ❞  she’s smiling, her eyebrows raised, waiting for his response before popping the cap into her mouth raw. it’s earthy  &  sweet,  &  the taste makes her she wiggles her shoulders a little in excitement as she chews it.

🪐 — nymeria sand / tags.