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2 - Grove

Fluff with Colle x Seer!
This takes place after Dream's death while their resting in the Obsidian Citadel.

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"The lush grove grew wild with the magic vines, causing every plant- both little and small- to flourish and grow 10 times the size they normally would. Even then, the spell caster wasn't done with the forest."

Colle read aloud to Seer, who was contently leaning against the red steve's left side. The blue steve looked completely transfixed in the story that Colle was translating out of the red steve's written lexicon for him.

The two were in the Obsidian Citadel, sitting on the couch together as Colle read Seer one of his favorite books. Sure, it was technically a children's book, but Seer didn't have to know that. Besides, it was making the both of them happy, so did it really matter?

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Seer breathed in wonder, "then what happened?". This earned an amused smile from Colle, "juuust wait and see.".

Giving a small whine in protest, Seer affectionately wrapped his arms around Colle, hugging the red steve. The action caused Colle to blush again for the 8th- maybe 9th- time that day.

His elf ears twitched, but he didn't say a single word in response. Instead, the flustered red steve read more, "the caster then used his magic to paint the realm beautiful shades of indigo and purple. But still, she wasn't done yet. 'This forest needs friends, otherwise it'll get lonely on it's own', the goddess declared.".

Colle paused for a moment to look over at Seer. The blue steve now had one of his dove-like wings wrapped around himself like a blanket. Although, Colle was fairly sure that it was hot enough in this kingdom for the both of them to never get cold.

As if encouraging Colle to continue, Seer stretched out his opposite wing and snaked it around the red steve's back. Feeling the fluffy feathers tickle his back and right shoulder, Colle desperately held back a giggle.

Futility attempting to calm himself down, Colle cleared his throat. "S-so,", he started again, "she decided to make people to live in the beautiful grove that she had created. The magical being gave her creations shape, then color, then personality. It was a fun process, like painting the perfect scene.".

Seer, of possible, leaned closer towards Colle as he got lost in the story. The blue steve couldn't read the words on the pages, but he could easily imagine what this enchanted forest looked like. It wasn't an issue of Seer knowing how to read and write, it was an issue of the red steves' having their own language in writing, and terms of slang that the majority of blue steves didn't know.

Of course, Seer was one of those few that didn't know.

Although, he tried to learn a much as he could to better understand his partner. Seer knew that Colle did the same, it was in the red steve's nature after all.

Realizing that Colle had stopped talking, Seer snapped out of his thoughts. "Uh- whuh?", he cluelessly voiced his confusion. Letting a few snickers slip past his lips, Colle playfully restates, "I was asking if you were enjoying the story so far, birdy.".

Giving Seer a small nudge, Colle smirked. The blue steve couldn't help but jokingly roll his eyes at the nickname. "Why yes, I am, ↸ᒷᔑ∷ ∷𝙹ᓭᒷ", Seer smugly gave Colle his own nickname, knowing that the red steve wouldn't have a clue on what he just said.

Although, it seems that Colle wasn't going to accept the idea of not knowing. "Uh... Did you... Make a reference to the book..??? Is that what you said, 'grove'?", Colle attempted to guess. The poor blue steve had to struggle to not burst out laughing from how far off Colle's translation was.

Barely managing to keep a steady voice, Seer smugly nodded, "m-mhm, that's definitely what I just said.". Rasing an eyebrow, Colle studied Seer for a moment. "That's...", the former elite started to put together the dots, "not at all what you said, isn't it?".

"Maybe if you read more of the story, I'll tell you what I said."

"... Fineeeee..."

This time, Colle was the one to lean in towards Seer, basking in the blue steve's touch. Seer's head fit in the crook of Colle's neck as if they were made specifically for eachother.

Showing his appreciation for the comfort, Seer let out a content coo, similarly to how a pigeon would. Trying to replicate the gesture, Colle made a low grumble- nearly groaning- noise. To anyone who wasn't a red steve (or Seer), the sound would've led them to think that Colle was being killed or tortured.

Although, Seer had come to learn that the red steve's could just make strange groaning noises like that as another way of verbal communication. It was just something they did, like how the blue steves made bird sounds.

It was like each of them have different forests made up of what composed themselves, like the enchanted grove from the story. Except, there was a small area where the two woodlands overlapped, making a glorious, magenta land of comfort and beauty.

As the two basked in eachother's hold, Colle began to read the fantasy, children's book once again...

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Heyo! This one was fun to do. Sorry that it doesn't have too much to do with "grove", I tried my best to add it in as much as I could without using it every other word.

Can you guess what the "children's book" was a reference to? Yes? You're heckin awesome. No? That's okie dokie, you don't need to.

I hope you have a great day/night/morning/afternoon/noon/sunrise/dawn/dusk/sunset/twilight/mid-day/11:31 AM/stupid thirty/whatever time it is for you!