[ as winding and twisted as the royal gardens are, they're not quite a maze; walking through them at night feels more like being guided by a river, such is the way the exotic scents blend together in a way that seeps beneath the skin and sweetens the air. there are many entertainments available to celine as empress, and many of them eventually turn dull, but never this. never this kind of night-time stroll, and particularly not with a beautiful young woman's waist settled within her arm.
celine glances at penny, smiling lightly as she takes note of how those big, expressive eyes see past the plants to the stars above. ] Yes, they're beautiful. It's like having two gardens at once: the flora and the celestial. Neither are beyond my grasp. [ and she resists the urge to grasp penny that much more tightly. ] But I know how unfamiliar constellations can make one... aware of their distance from home. I'm a great traveler myself, and much as I enjoy it, there have been times on distant planets when I've both loved the stars and felt... so very lonely. [ as she speaks, celine's voice grows a little distant, even reflective; she's not lying about travel nor those feelings of loneliness. sometimes, she feels lonely here, in her own empire, beneath the stars she's gazed at all her life.
her smile resurfaces. ] But you're never alone here. [ she kisses penny on the top of the head; the undertones of her overture are obvious yet restrained enough that she could reasonably claim it to be a kiss of platonic affection... which it isn't. ] Here we are.
[ the plant before them is a beautiful bed of crimson, like roses growing as vociferously as poppies. as the pair of them approach, the flowers lift up on their stalks, sensing their presence and starting to sway, to dance in an almost sensual motion. which is fitting, considering the aphrodisiac effect their pollen has. ] I had them genetically designed myself.
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Date: 2024-05-18 05:33 pm (UTC)celine glances at penny, smiling lightly as she takes note of how those big, expressive eyes see past the plants to the stars above. ] Yes, they're beautiful. It's like having two gardens at once: the flora and the celestial. Neither are beyond my grasp. [ and she resists the urge to grasp penny that much more tightly. ] But I know how unfamiliar constellations can make one... aware of their distance from home. I'm a great traveler myself, and much as I enjoy it, there have been times on distant planets when I've both loved the stars and felt... so very lonely. [ as she speaks, celine's voice grows a little distant, even reflective; she's not lying about travel nor those feelings of loneliness. sometimes, she feels lonely here, in her own empire, beneath the stars she's gazed at all her life.
her smile resurfaces. ] But you're never alone here. [ she kisses penny on the top of the head; the undertones of her overture are obvious yet restrained enough that she could reasonably claim it to be a kiss of platonic affection... which it isn't. ] Here we are.
[ the plant before them is a beautiful bed of crimson, like roses growing as vociferously as poppies. as the pair of them approach, the flowers lift up on their stalks, sensing their presence and starting to sway, to dance in an almost sensual motion. which is fitting, considering the aphrodisiac effect their pollen has. ] I had them genetically designed myself.