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 Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 4:49 pm
It had been a long while since Chris had gone to his parent's house to actually tend to the garden in the back. He'd show up to water it a couple times, but it was always a quick trip that sent him immediately back to Coalsmoke, always under an hour before the fear sent in. Before he thought he'd come back and find the door open, Thorne gone again, another in his place.
But he had been getting better lately. Thorne had been getting better lately.
So when he felt like he could leave for long times, when Thorne could leave for long times, when it didn't feel like everything was pressing in, Chris' first trip was to come back here. To tend to the plants that he hadn't been able to focus on, probably weed everything for hours since he hadn't for at least a few weeks. He didn't really remember, time was a little hazy.
He pulled up to his parent's house, parking and unlocking the front door so he could pass through into the garden. He had left his gardening tools by the back door like usual and he gratefully gathered the basket he used to carry it, putting on a hat before he stepped out into his parent's backyard. Back to his garden.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 11:41 am
He had only meant to pass by.
Of course, there was no way that he could know who the house belonged to, because from the outside it seemed abandoned. Not in a run-down-trashy sort of way, just in an eerily derelict sort of sense, like time had forgotten about it, or maybe just the people did because honestly, the house looked fine. Or he was just being melodramatic and whoever lived there was just out for the day.
Either way, Shiloh probably shouldn't have been hopping the fence, but he found a strange sort of placation in doing really stupid things. It came naturally to him. He was starting to find things he really enjoyed, like chocolate milk and sad self-pity songs. He liked feeling his feet treading over concrete and he liked streetlamps at night. He liked breaking and entering property too apparently; not that he was forcibly trying to get into the house. No, he had another reason entirely.
He had seen it through a crack by the fence post. It was a garden—not out of control, but perhaps a little overgrown—but it had been vibrant with colors and Shiloh felt drawn to it, like there was some sort of immediate kinship with the flora there that he couldn't ignore.
So, fast forward a few minutes, and the aforementioned "somewhat neglected garden" was absolutely lush with things that hadn't even been growing there at all; lavender bloomed in gentle stalks and roses flourished on vines that roses shouldn't have been growing on. Hiding behind a bush of rosemary, Shiloh was busy digging his hands through the soft dirt, actually looking somewhat at ease.
It wasn't until he heard a door open that he froze, millions of thoughts rocketing through his head at once, but the most poignant one came to his tongue first: "s**t."
"WE DON'T WANT ANY." he blurted out purely from reflex, slapping a hand over his mouth a second too late. PeanutButterpies turns your garden into a jungle
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 1:32 pm
Chris had expected a number of things when he walked into his garden, most of them awful and what he expected to be a very long afternoon of work. He was fine with them all honestly, but definitely what greeted him was not what he had been expecting.
Lavender, more than he had planted and very unexpectedly blooming. Roses, even a bush of rosemary, and more. All looking vibrant, beautiful, well taken care of. Like he had been here. There were still weeds in places, still trimming he most definitely needed to do, but it was so unexpected that he paused by the door.
It was only what was yelled at him that clued Chris into any idea of what the hell was going on. He had heard that before, yelled at him in a similar context. He smiled immediately, still confused, but glad that he knew this random... phantom gardener? He really didn't know how to term this.
"Shiloh, what are you doing here?" He stepped from his parent's porch, trying to find him among the plants. Not an easy task.
melancholies basically ur making his life a dream he is grateful
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 2:55 pm
Shiloh perked when he heard his name. The voice sounded familiar, but...?
Head popping out of the rosemary bush, Shiloh's eyes were wide and shimmery, his temple adorned with a messy mix of hawthorn leaves and dogwood flowers. The lavender had successfully taken over his hood and bloomed up out of his jacket, and even still was a mix of god-knows-what thriving around his wrists and his pockets and his neck.
"You." Blonde man. Blonde man who had a name that Shiloh could taste on the tip of his tongue, who in his early stages of this new recovery he could remember from school. He looked like something out of a dream when he emerged fully from the rosemary bush, thin vines still gently clinging to his body as petals fell off his person. They seemed to wither away into dust when they landed on the ground.
"It's... it's..." his tongue clicked against his teeth as he tried to find the name, but it still escaped him for the moment. Instead, he moved onto the question that was poised at him, "The garden." his arms swept away from his sides as he motioned to all the green. "I dunno, it's like... plants really like me now."
Sprouts dappled at his feet, slowly growing around the soles of his shoes as if to prove this point.
"Wait... d-do you live here?" he took a step back with a start at the possible realization.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 3:18 pm
That was very distinctly Shiloh's head from behind the new rosemary bush (the rosemary he had been growing was in a pot, now mixed in with the rest of Thorne's herbs back at Coalsmoke) although he was, most distinctly, changed from what he was used to.
He was, to be accurate, a literal walking flower garden.
Chris blinked at the appearance, unsure how to even deal with this. He was accustomed to Thorne's change, basically a galaxy contained to a person, but this was different than that. This was a whole different game, a whole different ball park.
"Yeah," Chris only managed to say really dumbly. "Yeah, it seems they do. Funny, the last time I saw you with plants, you said the last thing. Made yourself a fortress of mine."
It felt like he'd done it all over again. Another little fortress, just another location, another setting.
He stared at again at Shiloh, at the plants that just... sprung around him. Tried to figure out what to say or anything to say at all. He only managed, "That's new. Does it.. bother you?" Faintly, he wondered what the plants on him would say. Another part wondered what the hell he would summon, if he tried to call a spirit from Shiloh.
He killed the thoughts and focused on Shiloh, what he was saying.
"No, although I did once. It's my parent's house, I live in an apartment. Or well, I guess Coalsmoke for now really." He shuffled towards the trees in the garden, folding himself down to the ground and pulled his gloves on. He had weeding to do. "You're free to stay. The garden really likes you and well, I always like your company."
melancholies chris doesnt know wtf to do so hes just gardening
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 4:41 pm
"Being a noble bothers me." he replied almost instantly as he brushed the blooming flowers from his arms. It was obvious he didn't have a full grasp on his powers just yet. "The plants are... really weird, but I kind of like them. It wouldn't be my first choice, but they mean well I think."
He let that comment linger for a while as he watched Chris stoop down. Chris meant well too, it seemed. It was the same situation as with Jamie; someone who cared about him when he could scarcely remember them at all. He knelt down next to him, saying nothing, watching as his hands went to work. Chris seemed to care a great deal about Thorne, too. Did he know Jamie? The others? How well?
"I wish I could say the same." he repeated, tone somber. "I... don't remember a whole lot. It hurt to." He drew a line in the soil by use of his fingertip. "Kinda hurts more in the long run, though."
Finally, he took some initiative, stooping over to also pluck out some of the weeds. "You were my teacher, right?" PeanutButterpies that's ok it's just somber feels train
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 5:03 pm
"I can imagine," Chris said carefully, watching Shiloh. It bothered Thorne too, he could tell even if Thorne wouldn't admit it. But Shiloh would learn, as would Thorne. They were both smart. "Most plants do, I think it's neat. Maybe not useful, but interesting."
He turned back to the weeds, plucking them and leaving them in a slowly growing pile. He'd eventually dump out his basket and put the weeds in there, to be put into compost. But for now he just wanted to focus on them, on the garden, on slowly putting everything together.
"You'll get it back, probably," Chris said, "If not, I think the rest of us are willing to remind you. Care about you, and all."
It's a long moment before Chris replies, but finally: "Yeah, I did. Biology, you taught me a lot about turtles. You didn't really like me, at first."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 9:26 am
"I wonder why..." he mused aloud, sparing a glance over at Chris. He didn't seem inherently bad. Sure, Shiloh had a lot of distrust in adults, but he had a lot of distrust in everyone, didn't he? Obviously, it hadn't always been that way. He turned his attention to the weeds again, silently joining in with the routine, plucking out the things that didn't belong...
...did he belong here? He thought about Thorne again, the way he looked at Chris during the ball. He thought about Jamie and how many times he had been hurt because of him, whether it was inadvertent or not. He thought about all the other people he had surely left behind in his memories.
The thoughts made his lips purse.
"Turtles are cool." he said after a long moment, recalling their boxy shapes and their cute beak like faces. It actually brought a smile to his face; at least that hadn't changed. "I think... it's all still down there—the memories, I mean—it just... hurts my head to think about them." he sat back on his folded legs, plucking apart a weed he had just uprooted. "But now that you mention it..." Biology, biology, biology
"I think," he took a deep breath, "I was... on my way to your class when it happened." he set the weed down in the pile. "I know I was at school... when she appeared and took me." his face fell a little darker, a little more solemn. It perked up with a sudden realization, "Wait, it's Chr.... Watts? Christopher! Christopher Watts, right? You said I didn't have to use your last name." that brought him some peace of mind, at least.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 10:29 pm
"Survival? Or maybe it's just their nature," Chris replied, humming. "I'm not really sure, and I can talk to them. They're a strange bunch." He added more weeds to his pile, noticing Shiloh joining in. It was nice, just the two of them gardening, something he never would have thought would happen awhile ago. It was strange how things changed, although this was a better change, maybe.
It at least wasn't horrifying which was a welcome thing.
He paused in his weeding to watch Shiloh, a smile coming to his own face at Shiloh's. Even if Shiloh was in his garden and both of them had changed, at least some things remained the same. "You don't have to force yourself," He said quietly, smile slipping a little. As much as he wanted Shiloh to remember things, he didn't want him to hurt himself in the process.
Chris turned back to his weeding. A particular group of weeds got yanked rather forcefully at the mention of her, at the solemnity of Shiloh's voice. It shouldn't have happened, he shouldn't have let it happen. His head whipped towards Shiloh at his name, a small smile on his face at the rememberance, something warm running through him. "Yeah, that's my name. I just go by Chris, normally, I'd rather you and Jamie call me that anyways. You aren't my students anymore really, it'd be kinda weird."
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