Primrose

Primrose lasted about a week before snapping- if it could be called that. Even when his patience was being tested, he still remained annoyingly composed, much to Temple's chagrin.   Temple had kept up his promise, returning daily to tend to the ambrosia flowers. He'd made sure to be on time, and to do everything by the book. The flowers themselves are coming along nicely, with some of the seedlings just beginning to poke above the top of the garden bed's soil. His tec...

The thing is that it’s celebration time and yet Primrose cannot get Ariel to leave the Heavenly Embassy alone. Rather, it seems that the other bun has a need to drag him down to see the sights of Burrowgatory.  “Otherwise,” Ariel tells him in a way that spells trouble. “I’ll go cry in front of the Statue of Patience again.” “Please do not.”  ...

**BEEP!**  **BEEP!**  **BEEP!**  **BEEP!** Trump’s red-rimmed eyes snapped open at the harsh buzzing of the nearby alarm clock.  Blinking in confusion as his ears rang, he reached for the button to set the damned thing to snooze. Five in the morning.  It was five in the morning and his whole body ached from yesterday’s strenuous labor in the cherubun greenhouses. ...

These past few weeks had been the most eventful time of Marianna’s life. Aside from his job, a surprising amount of his free time had been spent coming and going from the Heavenly Embassy. Primrose would occasionally ask him to visit; either to show him around the Embassy more, or to try various teas and foods that were not available in Burrowgatory. At this moment in time, Marianna was in the middle of responding t...

“Are you ready for this?” Primrose’s voice was stern but polite, his gaze fixed intently on Harrow. “Yes. All of the flowers are dried, and prepped to be made into ambrosia,” Harrow replied, tilting his head at the assortment of beakers, vials, and glass containers spread out on the counter before them. The room behind them was filled with the flowers that they’d grown throughout the weeks, but they weren�...