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*   moved to @ETROSIS  !

i  got  a  puppy,   by  the  way.     named  it  after  your  brother  ..    if  that’s  okay  with  you?

THORNEDS.

how could you ever love a monster such as me  ?

@phytophiIous  :
               " it was an accident . " his voice is quiet  ,  soft  ,  subdued  .  "  there’s no way it could’ve been anything else  .  i  . . .   got too curious about what was in that bio lab  .  it’s my own fault  .  "
          

@phytophiIous  :
               "  botany  .  and biomedical science  .  and the two combined together in a composite course of study  .  "  an honest boy  ,  he swallows and doesn’t lie  .  "  why do you ask  ?  "
          
               he feels the root tighten around his ankle  :  there is no escape  .  but the community garden ,  although a few metres away  ,  writhes behind ivy  .  the plants know teddy’s touch  ;  he has grown them  ,  cultivated them  ,  with love since germination  .
          
               they will not turn on him  .  

@phytophiIous  **

@toxicities  :  
               he reluctantly walks over to her  ,  straightening his posture and adjusting the hem of his shirt   .   the flora around him feels wrong  ;  there is something that ivy’s control has that changes them  .  they are sympathetic  ,  but they are not free  .
          
               he stops at the root where she is perched  &&  sits down  ,  cross-legged  ,  almost like a child  .  his voice is polite but the niceties are forced  :  he speaks with an immediacy that only comes with someone who knows that danger is just around the corner  .   "  yes  ?  i’m  ...  listening  .  "

@phytophiIous  :
               he stops in his tracks  ,   adjusting his glasses  .  something is wrong  :  something is VERY WRONG  .  his way home always goes through the park  ,  and at this time of day  ,  it’s never  /  not  /  busy   .  but as edmund looked around  ,  he realised how quiet  &  empty robinson park had become  .
          
               the voice echoes from the grass  ,  the trees  ,  the flowers  .  even the birds seem to stop  ,  to cease in flight as the familiar voice  -  like sweet nectar  ,  honeyed and smooth  -  fills his ears  .  he freezes  .
          
               "  ivy  .  .  .  show yourself  .  if you want to talk  ,  talk  .  "  his voice  ,  quieter and less commanding than hers  ,  ripples across the grass  ,  sifting through the trees  .  it’s calming all the same  .  "  &&  it was good  ,  thank you  , "  he adds quietly  .

@phytophiIous  :   i  want  to  .  i  want  to  help  the  plants  ,  '  the  green  '  .   but  i'm  a  /  kid  /  ,  ivy  .  and  it's  selfish  ,  and  stupid  ,  but  . . .   i  want  to  live  my  life  .  i  don't  want  to  scare  anyone  ,  either  . . .