Primrose

Once again, it was morning in Burrowgatory, and Miguel was arriving at the Heavenly Embassy. The light shining down on the clouds from above seemed extra bright today, perhaps even straining Miguel's eyes very slightly. How fitting, as he was not eager to visit the Embassy today. Yes, it was finally time to take all of the celestial flowers and herbs he had grown together with Dove and convert them into Ambrosia. That part was exciting. The part that he wasn't excited about was the f...

      “Any time now, aaaany time…”       “Relax babe, there’s no rush. You’ve been workin’ this hard for this long, yeah? It’ll all be finished soon.”       After Primrose opening up to them, Annalise was positively fired up to help make ambrosia with him whenever they next visited the Embassy. Primrose said that he would send them some s...

The succubun waited nervously outside of the greenhouse with the wicker baskets filled with freshly harvested blossoms, leaves and stems, pacing back and forwards while Dove was gone to fetch Primrose, so he could craft the separated flower parts into their different versions of ambrosia. It felt like an eternity of waiting, a million thoughts running through Zepp's head. Was all his hard work enough? Were the plants grown to a high enough standard that they wer...

“Finally,” Primrose huffed, seemingly in response to hearing the greenhouse door creak open. He didn’t turn, instead speaking loudly to address the succubun who had entered: “Tardiness is not a sin in itself, Celestite, but I hope you have a good reason for being late! I don’t have all...

      It was time once more to head to the Heavenly Embassy, however the circumstances of today’s journey were less than ideal. Mikayla had partied a little too hard last night for Annalise’s liking, and as such they tossed and turned all night. Waking up to the remnants of the previous night’s gathering, along with the reality of needing to replenish the groceries used left them more frustrated than anything. Mikayla had ended up taking another bun ...

It was early morning in Burrowgatory. Wrapped tightly in his blanket, Miguel was snoozing away, enjoying a pleasant dream about warm, sweet pastries. He could have stayed like this for a couple more hours, if not for one thing... - Beep! Beep! Beep! - The noise of his alarm clock immediately woke Miguel from his dream, leaving the poor Succubun wondering why he had the corner of his pillow in his mouth. "Hey, this isn't a pastry..." Miguel groaned, before spitting the ...

"Please, Casque? I would really like for you to at least get to know the other cherubuns better. It is just one class...." Dove pleaded with Casque who was scowling as he paced the ground while Jackal lounged on the sofa with amusement smirk plastered on her face as she watched the doll plead with the bun. "Aw, angel. Let the poor bun be." Jackal chuckled as Casque turned his scowl onto the doll envy who smirked at him."It would be good for you to go anyway. Cherubuns and Envy Su...