(ON HOLD) On a Purgatory High / Sanders Sides / Polysanders

Chapter 1 - Hecking Ingrid

TW: Falling through the air but in a joking way, mentions of smoking but no actual smoking yet, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of death obviously and painful awkwardness.

OK BUT I AM STRUGGLING SO MUCH TO COME UP WITH THE AESTHETIC I WANT THE SCHOOL TO HAVE.
I don't want it to be discount Hogwarts, but I feel like Art Nouveau or medieval just don't fit. I don't want it to be dark but I don't want it colourful either. Honestly the only thing that works would be Academia but frozen.
Urgh.
I'm a great writer.

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Gentle humming could be heard through most of the garden, the plants swaying along with the rhythm. The breeze was whistling as it filtered through the leaves and even the woodpecker - which his boyfriend had affectionately named "Wood-buster" (though he preferred to just call the bird Sonny) - was pecking along to his rhythm.

He grinned as the newest plant, a rainbow-coloured sort of Hydrangea-esque bush, sprung from the humbled seed he'd just sewn. He lowered his hand and slowly ceased his humming, not wanting it to age quicker than it had to.

The boy adjusted the flower crown atop his head, pastel blue daisies mixed with purple berries (blueberries, he thinks Logan once called them). The silence, however, didn't last long. It never did around here, especially with-

Patton giggled as he heard a familiar victorious whooping sound, accompanied by a loud crash. He barely had enough time to weave up a net to catch Remus and the jets of water that followed suit. The vines slowly retreated, dropping Remus to the floor gently. Though, that's not to say that Remus didn't still get a facefull of dirt.

"Morning, Muddy." Patton grinned nonchalantly.

"Morning Popsicle," Remus chirped, getting up only to slink over to Patton.

"Got into an argument with Ingrid again?" Patton wiped off his trowel on his overall leg before setting it down in the tools box. True, this was a community garden for the whole school, but it was only really the nature fairies and gardening students that used it, so they weren't strapped for trowels. The school didn't exactly have a low budget.

"At this point, it's tradition. Every Monday." Remus grinned and Patton couldn't help but coo at the deep dimples just below his cheeks. Gosh, he had a pretty boyfriend. "Why's her name Ingrid? The name Karen suits her much more."

Remus squealed as he was sprayed with an ice cold beam jet of water from above, a low grumble of complaint being heard across the school grounds. Needless to say, Patton burst out laughing, much to the dismay of his partner.

"I meant what I said, you coward!" Remus huffed. Patton chuckled and pulled Remus closer by the waist (although not too close, because he didn't feel like getting soaked).

"Anyway, did you hear the news?" He sang in hopes of cheering Remus up.

It evidently worked, as his ears perked up curiously. "Nope, who lost their v-card?"

"No-one, love." Patton rolled his eyes fondly as Remus returned to pouting. "We're supposed to be getting a new kiddo in school! Today! And from a planet we've never met anyone from either!"

"Ooh! Well that is news! Wonder what species he is..." He hummed, smushing his face into his boyfriends (now much less dry) shoulder. Patton didn't have the heart to protest, only sighing playfully.

"Nobody's sure yet. You know how secretive the receptionists are."

"True..." Remus paused while he thought, a rare thing for him to do. "Hey Pat?" A quiet hum lead him on and he lifted his head from its past comfy position. "Love you."