phytomancy: (02)
ᴀᴅᴀɴ "feed me seymour" ᴅᴏᴍᴀɴᴏᴠᴀ ([personal profile] phytomancy) wrote in [community profile] busemox 2017-10-26 08:11 pm (UTC)

[In an instant, the near reverent silence of Dom’s study is cut—]

Oh, no— [—with a harsh, fizzling electric pop, followed quickly at the heels by the resounding crash of shattering glass.] Noooo, no, no, no…

[It’d been a simple spell to instill an aura of strength, but one he’d been focusing and refining: honed and concentrated down to affect a houseplant, housed within a glass terrarium not much larger than a child’s ball.]

God. Dirt everywhere.

[ Evidently, it hadn’t worked. The plant hadn’t survived (it'd swollen in size until the container could no longer hold it), and neither had the terrarium (naturally): now flecked with dirt, fragments of ripped green plant matter, and minuscule shards of glass, Dom's bustling around, in a panicked hunt for glass bits. And maybe a dustpan.]

Don't come in yet, [he announces at the sound of footsteps,] just-- five minutes, please!

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