Wilted Irises

The Festival Of A Plagued Spring

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I wanted to write a sad gardener medieval AU fic and no one stopped me so, here we are!

Enjoy!

! This is not a shipping fic !

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The village was beautiful in the sunrise light. The lake was tinted a light pink and blue, and the sky was cloudless. Tubbo groaned, throwing his arm over his face. It was too early to be up. Too early to start working. Still, he grabbed his gloves, the set of trowels he bought last week, and headed out to the garden.

-X--X-

The soil was soft. The grass was wet from morning dew, and Tommy was furiously digging a hole.

It's ridiculous, he thought, to wake up this early. He knew perfectly well it'd still be decently cool for a while, it was summer that had to be an early rise. All for the garden. Though, it wasn't all bad. He took out the flower bulbs that he was to plant.

"Irises, huh." He murmured as he put one into the pit he had made.

"Pretty."

-X--X-

The sun was rising quickly over the open field the village was built in. Its rays were sharp, a constant stab of heat. Despite it being still early spring, with the winter's frost having just ended, it was still hot. Maybe getting up early hadn't been that ridiculous.

He stood up, stretching out his back and taking a sip of his water which had grown lukewarm. The sound of footsteps from behind startled him, making him nearly drop his water. ,

" Sorry, did I startle you? " A higher pitched voice he didn't recognise spoke. A boy, most likely around his own age, looked at him with mild concern.

"Yeah you did." Tommy absent-mindedly replied, then hurriedly added, "but I'm all right."

"Great! Uh, What's your name?" The shorter boy awkwardly asked.

"Tommy, Big T." He puffed up his chest to try and look impressive, but he knew it wouldn't work.

"I'm Tubbo, nice to meet you!" He sat down onto the warm earth, and got to digging.

Tommy, a little surprised, continued his work. "Have I seen you around here before?" Tommy eventually said.

"I just moved here from inside the city. " Tubbo gestured at the looming Kingdom some distance away.

Tommy himself had never been inside it, though he'd gone close a few times.

"What's it like?" He asked, unable to hold the question back.

This kid has suddenly gotten a million times more interesting.

"It's..." Tubbo paused, seeming to struggle to find the right words.

-X--X-

Loud. Overwhelming. Filthy and full of crooks. Absolutely chock full of people living on hopes and scrounging for coins. Jobs that didn't pay at all were far more common than any sort of paying work. Bars, fights led by cruel and unjust nobles.

A hellhole. That's what it was.

-X--X-

"Complicated. Unique." He said after time of deliberation.