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For a succubun that baked constantly, one might think that Sugar would be used to seeing the seasons change and welcoming back fruit that were back in season. However, that was entirely untrue, there was something exciting about strawberries being at their best. Sugar could eat entire handfuls of the fruit, smiling as syrupy red stained his cheeks, but luckily he had a bit more décor than that. Instead, he was carefully washing an entire basket he had collected and even began to think...

If asked, Blush would argue that he didn’t have much thought on the Fairy Masquerade and even less so a desire to go. It wasn’t that he didn’t think party were fun, but he also didn’t particularly like the idea of parading himself around to every rich and famous person that flocked to Aurora. Beyond that, he had priestly duties to attend to, he didn’t want to worry about how he looked or what he wanted to wear. Although, if you asked him, the priest would argue he did care ab...

There was something unnerving about the masquerade’s crowds, the eyes that seemed to follow Topsy’s every movement. They were like a pack of wolves, each one waiting on the outskirts for someone to drop. It was very different to being above crowds on a stage or trapeze wire, where instead of judgement and whispers, all Topsy heard were cheers. He wasn’t naive, he knew that dressing like his usual clown self but with a slightly floral twist for such a fancy party might make others...

Between the crowds of brightly costumed dolls and the music that drifted aimlessly under the soft sounds of dancing bodies, Rosemond felt already exhausted by the ball. He could appreciate all the effort and expenses put into a lavish event like this, but his mentor kept introducing him to business partners. It was by sheer luck that he was able to slip away and walk across the dance floor. He might even humor a dance...

Loud, boisterous laughter competed with the orchestra as the dancers twirled across gleaming marble floors. Elaborate costumes, adorned with rich jewel tones, lace, and precious stones, sparkled in the candlelight. Tia watched the whole scene with a mixture of intrigue and amazement, even though big events like this had never really been his cup of tea. His mild, almost shy nature meant that he favored more peaceful and quiet surroundings and he would never have set ...

If asked, Andre would have politely smiled and said he never expected the Fairy Masquerade to be such an extravagant event. This might have charmed other dancers, but for anyone that knew anything about it, that was not at all a compliment. He didn’t like places like this, where he had to lose his boots and leather for something more flowery and spring. Of course he couldn’t say no to his manager suggesting he went, it was good to show the band wasn’t just one-sided. Andre would ...

Valon surveyed the room annoyed; too many people had been hanging off of him begging for a dance but he wasn't interested in any of them. To be honest, he'd much rather be spending his time here at the ball with his butler, Vedant, but Valon gave him some time to himself to mingle and have fun. He was severely regretting it but Vedant deserved it. With an irked sigh, Valon ...

Under a purple umbrella, brightened by hanging jewels dropped like raindrops, Michel huffed out a loud breath. He wasn’t the type to go searching for shrooms and all that silly business, but one of his friends did mention he wanted to experience the drug and as much as it pained Michel, he did like this friend. So here he was, carrying his poor little Diamond, his impup, through the mud as he made his way to the garden beds from last year’s Hazeblooms. It was always a shock ...

Lost between the aroma of flowers and the sweat clinging to his back, Blush moved a pot of boiled sap. With weary arms, he lifted the pot over a strainer and poured the sap through, catching the unneeded stems as he did. “Can we trade the type of ambrosia we’re working on? If I have to stand all day in front of this hot stove, I’m going to melt.” Primrose scoffed, “You would think a hellborn could handle the heat.” “The burrows are technically not Hell so yo...

“Fuck!” Blush cursed through gritted teeth, quickly inspecting his hand after pricking it with a flower’s thorn. He was relieved there was no puncture, but that didn’t mean he was free from any stinging pain. There was a loud clearing of someone’s throat behind him and Primrose’s annoyingly familiar voice, “That’s more carats for the swear jar, I know you realize that.” Blush took a deep breath, slowly letting it out, before he responded, “I’m not the one w...

After another argument of quick words, snapped refusals and a defeated acceptance, Blush found himself trudging through the Heavenly Embassy to Paradise Café. He was getting tired of Primrose sending him off on deliveries when the damned cherubun wouldn’t go with him, not that he thought he would enjoy hearing Primrose’s constant complaints about anything he thinks the other is doing wrong. For Blush, it was the principle of the matter and he figured if someone asked for coffee be...

Through the slightest rip in the circus tent’s fabric, Topsy stared out at the downpour of rain outside with a heavy sign. When the weather was so uncertain, not a single bun dared to visit and that meant he had a long day of no performances. A break was always welcome, but not during the kind of days where restlessness was at an all time high. Topsy never felt settled when it rained, instead he had a cramping in his legs that begged him to run around and practice his flips. Somethin...

With an energetic step and the various footfalls of her imps, Spice happily walked through the hazebloom beds. She held a large pink basket, lovingly softened by a plush inner cushion, as she bent down every now and then to collect some mushrooms. They were the normal sort of mushroom, but the perfect kind for her boss Sugar to practice some new recipes with. He always was trying to get creative, that’s what she liked most about him. She turned to her imps after a particularly...

Under the glass of the greenhouse, muddled between the earthy dirt and sweet scent of flowers, Blush rolled his head back with a quiet hum. He wasn’t sure what Primrose was doing, but he did hear the gentle sloshing of water. It wasn’t until a watering can handle was pressed firmly into his hand, that he snapped his head forward and looked down. He barely caught the handle, a bit of water spilling out and on the edge of his robes. Blush took a deep breath, before leveling th...