[OPEN] Inner Glow

[graveling]

Who: Angel and Y'all
What: Springtime shenanigans
When:Anytime between mid-March and the April Event
Where: Various
Warning(s): Mention of minor non-specific injury in first prompt.

1. Got to fill your cup and find the way out of your own maze [Temple]
Whatever one's reason for stopping by the Temple of Sacred Roots, there's a decent chance to find Angel there. Right now, he's doing a lot of cleaning that Degas hasn't had the energy or strength for--dusting high shelves and cabinets, taking down curtains to be washed, doing windows. After all, his beehives are mostly getting situated right now, so he has some extra time to turn to the physical space of the temple.

If you hear singing from where he's working, well. Yes, you absolutely do, but he'll pretend otherwise if called on it.

And perhaps you come on a day where Angel's sustained some minor injury, and there's an unmistakable golden glow as a cut or bruise heals. He does not bleed blood, but on sanctified ground, he bleeds light.


2. Now there's a category for every song [Flowers?]
Angel thought he knew what he planted on the farm, in terms of flowers. But something's popping up, especially near the beehives, that's unfamiliar. Pointed clusters of teal-blue flowers that seem eerily, perfectly bee-sized. It concerns him a little, which is going to lead to Research.

Perhaps you find him in the library, trawling through books about plants. Or if you're known to be a scientist or druidic sort, you're likely to be approached by Angel with a sample in hand. Either way, he's got some funky plants he doesn't yet understand.


3. Don't keep your aching, celebrating, wonder-making heart alone [Wildcard]
Find me on Discord to plot or just throw anything at me!

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[decohere]

Not dead yet, but getting that way. She doesn't want to spend the time she has left moping around about it. She's died enough times now that all there is to do is keep going until she can't.

"No, no. It's fine," she insists, holding onto the book rather tightly so her grip won't slip. "The chicks are quite cute, getting so big. And Eddie was rather nice to show me how to pet them. Are you two...?"

[graveling]

"Are we what?" Angel has the most innocent face a dead man has ever levied at Ava, like he doesn't actually know how that sentence ends.

(Honestly, though, the end of the sentence does matter.)

[decohere]

Ava looks slightly embarrassed! But. Presses two of her fingertips from opposite hands together and makes a tiny little smoochy sound.

[graveling]

Angel's smile builds slow and doesn't linger, like his face is too heavy to hold it long.

"Yeah, that, we are."

[decohere]

Ava's a shameless shipper, and if there's one thing she knows about these sorts of interdimensional realm kidnapping situations, it's that people really love to hook up.

"That's sweet. You meet here?" Her fingers brush over the edges of the pages, trying to ease her typical meetingnewpeople nervousness a bit.

[graveling]

"We did. It's...yeah. Sort of the first relationship I've been in?" There's a shy sheepishness there, a lack of experience and confidence.

[decohere]

"Ah, it was rather new to me as well..." Ava nods supportively. "Feels like everything you're doing might be wrong or too much. Or not enough. Kinda messed up with my first one, because I got so anxious and didn't know what I really wanted or how to ask for it. But when you're with someone that's patient and helps you feel comfortable with communicating..." Ava smiles softly, because her impression of Eddie is somewhat biased by watching him handle the chicks, but it's enough to come away thinking of him as caring and careful.

"It's nice. Not being so alone anymore. Being able to express things that you've held so deep inside. Never thought I'd get anything like this, and now we have a farm..." a small laugh. "Even if I really have no idea what I'm doing."

[graveling]

"I don't think anyone on a farm knows what they're doing except our goat. And maybe, maybe my horse. But plants and animals like to grow. We just create conditions where they can."

[decohere]

A giggle, she figures it's rather easy for a goat to do goat things.

"Well I know plants and bees like each other..." Ava nods along. "And I figured it'd be easy enough, since I can't be stung."

[graveling]

“Hey, same hat. No functioning circulatory system for bee venom to affect. No inflammation or anything if they do sting me.”

Joys of being a dead boy.

[decohere]

"Ah, I was wondering..." kinda vague wave of her hand. Seems weird to point out somebody's not breathing because he's probably, you know, aware of that.

[graveling]

Angel reaches into a pocket and pulls out a business card to hand Ava:

SO YOU'VE NOTICED THE GUY YOU'RE STARING AT IS A CORPSE.

My name is Angel. I work at Kasprak Farm and the Temple of Sacred Roots. No, I am not a zombie. No, I'm not contagious. No, I don't remember being alive. Further respectful questions are welcome.

[decohere]

It takes a few tries, but Ava manages to take hold of the card. And blinks a few times to bring her vision back into focus, head tilting curiously as she reads. Zombie and contagious hadn't crossed her mind, but she supposes that's the sort of conclusions others might come to. She's used to Darcy, to Skulduggery. She's not particularly squeamish about these things.

"I'm not really sure what's considered respectful, so I'll refrain." She certainly doesn't want to hurt or offend anyone with her curiosity. "But it's nice to meet you."