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fandomtownies2016-02-14 01:41 pm
endsthegame) wrote in fandomtownies2016-02-14 01:41 pm
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Across the Island, Sunday Morning
The flowers had been delivered. They rested on doorsteps, or indoors in vases, or possibly even in trash cans, but they had arrived at their intended destinations. (Or, perhaps, unintended. One never knew with Fandom Island, after all.)
Some of them were duds. But inside the rest of them, just an hour after delivery, something... fluttered.
The pollen, as it was, was largely invisible to the eye; you'd have to shine a lamp directly on the flowers and pay close attention with supernatural eyesight to notice anything amiss. But it was there, and it had been there, waiting.
It drifted quietly out of each flower, bringing warmth to the air.
Or perhaps it just felt that way.
[[ thus begins sex pollen week! ]]
Some of them were duds. But inside the rest of them, just an hour after delivery, something... fluttered.
The pollen, as it was, was largely invisible to the eye; you'd have to shine a lamp directly on the flowers and pay close attention with supernatural eyesight to notice anything amiss. But it was there, and it had been there, waiting.
It drifted quietly out of each flower, bringing warmth to the air.
Or perhaps it just felt that way.
[[ thus begins sex pollen week! ]]