Blue (( 🦋

Blue and Yellow have been deeply in love for as long as their consciousness’ would let them remember. They were placed right next to each other in that bouquet all those years ago, and fuzzy, fluttery little feelings had been working in their petals ever since.

Flowers were not made to feel in the same way real people did but, somehow, they felt. In some strange, inexplainable way, they loved. Love seemed to flow so naturally through them that they might as well be human, but how silly of a thought is that?

And then the Dark Fountain opened up.

Their stems and petals had begun to blossom and twist into more human-esque forms, giving the two lovers the ability to touch and hold each other for the very first time. They second they realized that they could, they wasted no time.

They quickly learned that they did not have much time. They needed to take advantage of their current bodies while they still could, and they certainly have been.. well, ever since Yellow managed to get himself out of that little self-punishing splint he’d curled himself up in after being lied to by a bunch of children (as you do).

They only had about an hour or so left. Currently, they rested together on a soft field of blue flowers. Their backs rested against the petals as Blue laid his head atop his lovers chest, listening to the rustle of his heart.

He had an idea, you see. He’d learned of something that human married folk do together sometimes, after their wedding or on their honeymoons or just whenever their earthly bodies called for it. The thought of doing such an act with his beloved partner made something inside him tingle.

“Hmm.. Yellow, dear,” He began, keeping his voice low and soft. His own cheeks had begun to grow warm and slightly darker than normal. “May I ask you something?”

A nod of the cowboys head encouraged him. He could already feel his stomach twisting and something beginning to stir underneath the stretchy fabric of his tights.

“I believe that I have expressed my love for you quite thoroughly, have I not?” He started back up again, choosing his words carefully inside his head. “And you have done much of the same for me. I absolutely adore you, Yellow - my Yellow.. I don’t want you to doubt that for even a moment,”

He watched as a flash of worry shifted over his partners expression. He pulled himself up a bit, gazing deeply into the other flowers eyes.

“It’s just… well, we won’t get to be like this for much longer, and I… Well, I want to make the most of it. To do things we won’t be able to do once the fountain closes and we revert back to normal…”

He reached down, gently taking the others thin hands on his own, feeling the texture of his skin.

“…I would like to make the most of our current forms, dear. I want to express my love for you physically and, ahem..” He hummed gently as a sort of verbal stim. “..consummate our relationship.”

The castles stage was completely empty aside from the two lovers. Everyone else had gone off to deal with whatever they needed to - confectioneries, playing, trying to read but getting roped into playing… Blue and Yellow had done the same, although their plans might be a bit sweeter than the rest of the bouquet.

For a moment, Blue felt as if he and his partner were the only two flowers in the entire (dark) world. It was almost perfectly silent aside from the sound of Yellow’s breathing as he grabbed the ends of his lasso, pulling the edges and trapping the other mans thin wrists together.

“There we go,” Blue spoke gently, “It isn’t too tight, is it?” He asked. When Yellow gave him shake of his abnormally-square head, he smiled. “Good..”

Yellow has spoken of punishment. Being good and being put to justice whenever he got out of line was an idea that he seemed strangely fixated on. Blue, admittedly, found the idea of punishing his beloved partner to be rather enticing…

…although, he quickly learned that his definition of ‘punishment’ might be very different than the cowboy’s.

Oh well. He can work around it.

He wants to give his lover what he deserves. He told him that, next time he feels like he’s morally failed in some way, he should come to him before he tries anything crazy, and he’ll work it out.

“Hmm… my, look at you…” He murmured, gently trailing his fingertips down his lovers bare skin, feeling goosebumps break out in his wake. He’s undone his belt and tied him up with his own lasso, and asked him to trust him.

“You’ve been very bad, haven’t you?” He asked, his tone soft and affectionate, but faintly teasing. “That’s what you told me. You’ve been quite the busy ‘criminell’, haven’t you?”

He gently coxed Yellow’s thighs apart, then slipped his hand between them. Slowly, he began to rub at his outer lips, trying to coax out his stem. His gaze softened as he saw the other mans hips jump slightly at the contact. “I’m afraid I’ll need to punish you, dear…”