ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾

“If I’m not flourishing, I might want to check the soil.”⊰⊹ §ƠƝ ꪮᠻ ƊЄMЄƬЄƦ : @DemOfWheat |🌾| #RP #Fake 18+

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

“Like the soil, mind is fertilized while it lies fallow, until a new burst.”

🌾 God of Wealth & Abundance
🌾 Personification of Riches
🌾 The Wealth Within the Soil
——————
• #GreekMythRP
• MVRP
• Crack/ Serious
• SL or Banter Welcomed

♥︎ + ↻ Appreciated

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

How strange time is, some things change but some don’t at all. His fondness ever growing..

A wisp of his muse he sends to his human through the soil, letting the grass grow around him. A makeshift sort of hug as the greenery surrounds him.

(Does his human remember him.)

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Forsaken_Luna -them it wouldn’t be wise.

“Stupid, would be thinking you had a chance then trying to rob me. Now let go.” A final warning, letting him know to stop pushing the god. “There’s nothing of interest in here.” Nothing Plu himself finds interesting.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Forsaken_Luna It’s him. Again. Why. He’s nowhere near the last time he saw him. Why by gods is he here.

His own grip on the handle tightening, hating how close they are now. A momentary thought to rip his arm off with the briefcase, that could work. Yet with all the mortals lurking around-

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Forsaken_Luna —The only thing really keeping him from falling back on his feet.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

Disoriented. Weak. His own limbs feeling so far away as he tries to get in control of them. The shock of the fall going and going and endless cycle as he lays there listless to everything going on around him.

The change of location makes his insides feels pulled out. Oh gods.—

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Forsaken_Luna —you to tell me to do any of that.” His fists clenched at his sides refusing, the help. Hating the situation he finds himself in and is reminded of, how weak he is to his curse.

Despite it all, despite his anger at the situation he doesn’t stray from the arm around his waist.—

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Forsaken_Luna -to see more.

Plu has the inclination to believe Luc was rather mischievous as a boy.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

Plu has had a tendency to check in, to see what his human is up too. The plants have said he spent most of his time outdoors.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Forsaken_Luna They can move the Piano outside, at least until the first snowflake begins to fall. It has been some time since they’ve heard music in the Garden it would be a welcomed treat.

If life had led him down another path, he could have been a musician.

Plu is content he was able-

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

- listen. Such strong prayers for one so little.

It couldn’t be..

Could it…?

Golden eyes widen at the discovery.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

Watching his human frolic through the Garden is a sight he can’t see himself ever tiring of. How tender he is with the plants…how relaxed he is here.

It reminds him, a memory that suddenly decided to appear.A child, a boy who would pray reverently by an old tree for anyone to-

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Fated_Thread_ privacy. The Garden is the only place where he truly chooses to spend his time.

Yes, he would be the one who is taking care of the Garden.

It is true, his μητέρα does rarely leave.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Fated_Thread_ He is only following the teachings his μητέρα gave him.

Plutus more reserve than usual.

They can start at the entrance, walking down further into the Garden. The plants aren’t as abundant as usual, since they are nearing the end of fall.

Oh.. indeed, he prefers his—

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

Plutus knows his μητέρα will be upset that she was not here to greet the Fates herself. If she needs a tour he would be more than honored to give her one.

They have tea and refreshments if she feels so inclined too. As to the state of the Garden they are preparing for Winter.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

Plu has heard whispering from the flowers that there is a new guest in the Gardens.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Forsaken_Luna — of his trust. (Plu does want to show him more of his own home…not only the lab.)

Do not make him regret this.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

The Garden is still quiet…

His feelings toward that waver back and forth but for now he focuses on what he’s doing. He hasn’t been in his lab as much as he would prefer…

Even his human needs to see sunlight. (Although it is far to tempting to to keep him locked away only—

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

— for his eyes.)

Luc may venture away from his lab, a safe distance. (Ensuring he doesn’t get close to the man eating plants or the woods.)

He tethers the chain to his lab, tapping one then twice on both of @Forsaken_Luna cuffs.

Luc has been good, has earned himself some—

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Forsaken_Luna —Vitriol seething through his teeth.

[ƤԼƲƬƲƧ 🌾 @PloutosInSoil]

@Forsaken_Luna — a—normal briefcase the weight of it is anything but, heavy enough it is that only someone with godlike strength would be able to carry it like a feather. —

He manages to finally make eyes with his robber and the malice in his eyes bleed through the gold. “It’s you.”—