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your last post compels me to ask, does blamore like chocolate?

hiii, mango!! thank you very much for the ask (: it always puts a smile on my face to see you on my dash, honestly <3 but OOH. okay, that's an interesting question! blamore does enjoy chocolate — but because its anatomy is different than before, he eats it less often than he did before. blamore actually tends to favor strawberry things more often than not now than chocolate. this is because, although there is currently no evidence that this will happen... chocolate is something that has been known to 'gum up' the roots of plants. and he sometimes does get a little paranoid that this could potentially happen to the ecosystem currently flourishing within it.

but yeah, to answer your question, blamore does like chocolate! its just kind of like one of those 'guilty pleasure' foods for him now, however, because of this fear he has. if its plants are not healthy then this will also negatively impact its well-being overall.

right before blamore had decided to accompany vasily to his bed, it found itself nursing some chamomile tea; a drink that would hopefully keep it from having another bout of insomnia. they were rather common for the creature these days, unfortunately. and blamore didn't want to potentially keep his partner up as a result of one. however, thankfully, it didn't take long for it to start feeling like holding its eyes open was a chore. being so close to vasily and the bed being all but inundated with his partners scent was probably a big help in this regard. regardless, though, blamore still sought out the other in his sleep.

it not only trusted vasily but saw him as a source of warmth as well. of genuine love, and so blamore couldn't help but reach an arm out, only to lay it across his chest. for, even subconsciously, there was this need for him to express that in a way vasily could feel. with a faint twitch of blamore's fingers over his heart, its breath hitched for just a moment. he had started dreaming — his tail also indicating this by the gentle batting the end was doing against the mattress.

whatever it was about, blamore seemed to like it just fine, as a faint smile tugged at its own lips. the bountiful brown curls atop his own head already appeared messy, but the creature did move on to nuzzle his head into the pillows anyway. vasily's attempt to get blamore to pull him closer did seem to work. that hand on his chest had curled up to rest on his shoulder blade. the only response that it gave the other was a soft hum. blamore let vasily guide his head beneath his chin before saying something garbled, ❝ vas... vasily, you're beautiful. ❞ well, now, there looked to be a good chance that the other was in the dream. a content sigh left blamore as it sunk deeper into sleep.

∗ 35: sender curls up against receiver in their sleep . (AHH this one, and the previous one is for vasily!! sorry — i forgot to tag the other one with this lol)

@lususnatura

he's not quite asleep yet, just on the edge, that weird place between waking and dreaming, where everything seems like a fever dream and full of promise. it's quiet here, above the shop, ward upon ward to block out the busy streets because he can't sleep if not for silence. he's used to living underground with the coven, tucked away from everything, only the dark and quiet of being deep below the earth and up here is deafening.

silence, save for the breathing beside him, just on the edge of his consciousness. a movement, a shift of limbs and body heat and it's enough to pull him back into the waking world. vasily frowns, momentarily confused as to what roused him, until the arm across his chest registers. the scent of flowers not his own, the warm breath puffed by his ear.

blamore.

his smile goes soft, hazy, utterly sappy and he'd be disgusted at himself if he could see it, but there's no mirror on the ceiling and the room is dark so he's safe from self judgement. the witch turns, twists carefully onto his side, though not enough he doesn't disturbed the other a little. just enough to get him to tighten his hold, just enough to get him to pull vasily closer. he goes willingly, tucking himself up against the other body, legs tangling and moving to tuck blamore's head beneath his chin, to feel his breath against his throat. listens to it in and out and lets it set a backdrop for his dreams.

btw whether you're a fast replier or a slow replier, whether you use icons or not, whether you write giant paragraphs or just a few sentences... it doesn't matter to me. if i'm following your blog, i want to write with you!!!!!

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needless to say, whenever harley came over to blamore's greenhouse that day, things really weren't going that well for him. the last week or so had gone by in a complete haze for him. and it had all but forgotten that it had obligations to fulfill today. one of these actually was a meeting he'd set up with harley, which he seemed really excited about a few weeks ago whenever they originally planned it. but something had happened since then that drove blamore to the point where he physically felt like he was unable to get out of bed... along with it vastly neglecting the health of its own plants, as well as just itself in general.

some of the creature's plants were starving for water to the point where they'd become wilted in fact. plus, blamore's own body besides that had been plagued with hunger pangs that only got worse as time went on. though he was seemingly so depressed at the time that neither of these things mattered to him. now, in response to the sound of a gentle 'pitter-patter' of steps heading his way, blamore stirred for the first time in a little while. its eyes opened as its tail lethargically swept over the sheets it laid on to this 'intruder' and tried to lift itself up; but failed as a result of its lack of energy.

blamore then thought about making the thorns inside of his legs surface, but stopped as soon as he felt himself being pulled into this person's lap. a barely audible hum left its lips as bleary eyes partially focused on harley's face, ❝ mm, what? what are you doing here? ❞ blamore could hardly keep his eyes open as all he'd been doing lately after he'd ran out of tears was sleep. its breath hitched as its head lolled to the side to rest against harley's shoulder. ❝ god's... you're so warm. i'm sorry, can i just — ❞ blamore let out a mix between a chuckle and a sob. ❝ can we just stay like this for a little while? ❞