#dapper ocs: trigun

[foreverambrosia]

Please don't leave me with an open wound

Cause I can't stay alive without you oh

I've been trying so hard to live up to your heart

What if you don't need me like I do

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[dapper-shipping-forever]

The first pictures of Lyric ! Drew him to use in art fight, though I have been meaning to.

He wears, and Gill wore, fairly loose clothing, more stuff that was found than anything. I wanted them to have a pure feeling. Since this is more T.rigun S.tampede here, also added small flavors of something almost futuristic to the look.

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Wrote a bit of when all the top bounty hunters are together, though only one of the others appear. Featuring protective, and pretty oblivious, Vash lmao

Here's the post about my T.rigun bounty hunter characters. Just the basics for more background of this story (beep)

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He approached her with his long, purposeful strides. His lips pulled back in an arrogant, wicked grin, slow and cruel. His pale green eyes bore deep into her own gaze.

Maleficence stood inches from Gill, towering above her. Her friends all tensed behind her. She couldnt see them then, but she got the feeling they were all just waiting to step forward and teach this dude what people who mess with this team deserve. But Gill held open her hand low at her side, a silent request to not interfere. This man was a thorn in her side and her annoyance to handle too.

"Well, ain't this exciting." He drawled in that dark, penetrating voice. "The two of us are gonna be part of a team together again. Can hardly believe it's finally happening why it's cause to celebrate."

Gill grimaced, a hand on her hip. "The only celebrating I'm gonna do about this is when I no longer have to be around you."

He faked some hurt. "Come on now, belle, no need to be coy to me. How long's it been? Since our previous partnership. You hadn't been troubled to work together then."

She flexed her fingers, gripping her hip tightly. "Yes, because I hadn't known the full extent of your cruelty then."

He chuckles. "Mmm, I promise you, you haven't seen the full extent of it." The fact he seems proud of that just makes her tense further. "But I'm grateful. You deciding not to take that money gave me a great lil payday from that bounty. I take it as a token of your appreciation for the partnership."

"It wasn't a token of shit." Her body trembles in rage. She hated talking to this guy. She wanted to keep herself rationale but the reminder of the violence he caused brings it fresh into her mind and she finds the words spilling out from her throat. "We had them already, we had them captured without any harm done to them. There wasn't any reason to murder them the way you did. None at all." She growled low. "I wasn't taking that cash."

"I was collecting a bounty. Nothing specified they couldn't come back full a holes, and sure 'nough they hadn't given a second thought when paying the dough then." He crosses his arms; that grin hasn't moved.

She levels him with a glare. "You're a piece of work, Maelstrom. Ain't nothing gonna make me want to be in a partnership with you."

"Yet, currently we are." He reminds her, smug as all get out too.

"Only temporarily, though." She adds. "We're getting far away as soon as we're done here."

He mocks her with another chuckle. "Man, and with how much I like you. You're too entertaining to just let walk away."

She'd rather not think of that bastard finding her for his amusement. "Feelings not mutual; I'd rather not be associated with utter scum."

There's a new shine to his eyes. Something like a predator eyeing some new prey. He leans a little further towards her. "Ya know, you always do act this way, like you're in some way superior to me, but I've got something that you just can't get." His grin reveals his glinting canines in the low lighting. "I know exactly who I am. Yeah, I am a murderous, cruel, violent piece of work, real scum sure." He draws his gun, juggling it's weight. "I know the reason I use this gun, why I shoot it; everything that's lead me here is something I controlled. But you can't say that. You got no clue who you are, and you're just running around with those little guns of yours because you got nothing better to do with this fragment of a self. If you've got nothing behind ya, how are you supposed to decide for yourself what's right and wrong or what you want to do with your frail self? My actions are my own and I have no qualms with them, because I know who I am." He uses his gun to tilt her chin upwards, forcing their faces inches apart as sneers and stands without flinching at his mockery. "And what about you? Hm, little girl? Who are you; who's love hunter?"

She has no response, because a part of her can't fight his piercing words; the cool metal of his blood soaked gun burns cold on her chin and she only thinks about how there's shadows where her memories should be. She can't say anything to fight him. She actually hasn't got any idea who she is. She's clawed together this identity since waking without any background, but she has no clue if this is who she honestly actually is. She could've been ruthless too. She could've hurt somebody. She could've hurt many people. She could've been anyone. Right now she's just no one. She hasn't got any idea right now, not a single idea.

Before she can try and respond, the cold feeling on her is gone and her view is entirely blocked by another dark coat covered in dust. She realizes who it is. Vash, heavily disguised in his loose dark coat, low hat, and scarf concealing his face, pushed his way between them without saying anything.

Maleficence turns his predatory stare on the stranger. His eyes narrow, just a little as he analyzes him in full. "Have something to say about our conversation conversation, boy?" He asks him.

Only Vash's blue eyes, hard and striking, are visible. "I just think," He says, low. "You shouldn't talk to a lady like you're doing." His hands haven't moved towards it yet, but at his side his hand hangs by his gun.

Saying nothing, just staring, Maleficence regards the disguised Vash. The team holds their breath, wondering if he'd recognize him, wondering if he'd decide to try and shoot him anyway, and his silence ends with a chuckle. "My apologies." He tips a pretend hat to them. His gaze peeks around Vash to see Gill as well. "Have a swell day, y'all."

They watch quietly until Maleficence leaves the room. He leaves without another word to the team.

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Vash let's loose a breath, disturbing some particles swirling in a sun beam. He's finally free to take off that mask and breathe easy now that they've split from the other bounty hunters for now; it was feeling stuffy.

He looks out the open window of this empty room; dust covered as it may be its also nice to have privacy for a while. Sat on a cracked bit of stone is the first chance to relax he's had. The only person in the room other than himself currently is Gill, standing across the room to clean her guns free of sand. She brushes a decently clean white rag on their outside. Vash could feel a different air about her since their chat with Maleficence before.

He's been debating saying something to hear. The words seem to evade him now, though; he could tell what he said had burrowed into her thoughts and stuck, that whole conversation leaving its mark. He wanted to make it all better, it was like a burning desire pressing at him, something bubbling inside of his throat; if he could erase the hurt he saw from what he'd said, Vash would.

He ran a hand across from his mouth along his chin, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. His hat had been removed already and hung from his prosthetic fingers by the brim.

"Thought he'd keep bugging us; cant stand that guy, idiot." She grumbles, breaking the silence after a few minutes of it.

He can't quite look at her; his fingers slowly rub the felt between them. Though, they can't properly feel its texture either. "I've never met him before; can see where your complaints are from now, though."

Gill wipes the cloth along her gun. She pauses with a quiet, heavy sigh. "Why'd you step between that?" She asks him.

He knew she had been thinking about that the whole time. To avoid being discovered, he'd tried his best to stay in the background around the host of bounty hunters, but he couldn't stop himself from standing out in front of Maleficence. That's alright. "If I stayed back he would've just kept going like that." He looks out the window while he speaks.

He imagines the way she fidgets with her gun, hearing those chains clink. He's noticed that he's developed a habit, a sort of knack, for guessing what she's doing whether or not he can currently actually see her. He supposes he just knows her little habits and facets of how she behaves by now. It comes with how much time he's spent around her, and it's natural to pay close attention to a treasured friend. He hears the worry in her voice. "That was risky. He mightve clocked you; if he had he would've told the others and had you pinned in that room." The fact that Maleficence's violence is well established is unsaid but known.

Vash is quiet as he thinks. She's right, but he can't find any part of himself that believes he should've done differently. "I couldn't let him talk to you like that." Actually it was that he refused to let anyone talk to her like that.

"But you could've been hurt from that." She tries to make him see just how dangerous that was to do.

"The danger in it isn't what matters." He lowers his head, not quite bashful but speaking in a soft voice. "I would do anything for you." Without hesitation either.

He can see her as she pauses in place, body tensing. His sincere words effect her immediately and she blushes, face cast towards the floor. She takes a bit to say something to him again. "That was dangerous." She mumbles quietly, almost somewhat sad. "But, saying that," she continues. "Thank you, Vash." Now she's looking at him with a, small and genuine, smile.

He smiles for her. She definitely isn't just gonna forget what he did, but she's not angry. "Like I said, anytime." He chuckles to try and lighten the mood. "No one messes with my favorite bounty hunter without a word from me."

She fake pouts. "Your favorite bounty hunter; is that it?"

He raises his hands in his defense at that. "Hey hey, you know you're more ! You're my wonderful friend Gillian and I wouldnt ask for a better companion than you, if that were possible, which its definitely not ! You're more important to me than you know !" Incredibly important, actually. "Besides, just think of just how many bounty hunters I've met; that's a compliment in itself, out of all of those being my favorite."

She scoffs and chuckles. "Yeah, because I'm basically the single bounty hunter not after your ass."

He laughs and shrugs. "Well maybe that's part of it." He jokes lightly.

She shakes her head, thoroughly amused. "You're something else for sure y'know, darling."

Vash scratches the back of his neck, glad she's back to joking with him. Something in her words sticks, though. Perhaps it's an odd thing to get this fixated on, but it's something he'd thought of before but never sit in the front of his thoughts and never asked about; but, now he asks. "Hey, Gill, can I ask you something real quick?"

She turns her head towards him. "Yeah, of course." She prompts him.

He almost backs off, but after a pause presses forward. "Why do you call me darling?"

She freezes where she stands. "Um, hm?" She gets out.

"Well, I know you've called me it for a long time," He continues. "But I just haven't asked why before. I'm just curious." He's not sure why he's shy, asking this question that's harmless.

She seems to think. "It's just a nickname." She looks away.

Vash notices her evading her question, he leans closer, more insistent now. "But, you haven't called anyone else darling; I've only heard you use it on me. And you haven't given the others nicknames. Why only mine?"

Her shoulders hunch. Silently, she sets her gun on the table with its twin. Silently, she faces him. She walks a little closer and crosses the room, until she's behind him. He's confused, until he feels her arms wrap around him as she kneels on his impromptu seat. He tilts his head and looks back, her arms settled atop his broad shoulders. She gives him a quiet smile. "You're just special to me is all, darling." Silently, she flexes her fingers in the only unseen indicator that there's more weight to that confession than she conveys out loud currently.

He stares at her, swallowing what feels like something lodged inside her throat. "Then, should I have a nickname for you?"

She laughs. "Technically, you have one."

"Yeah, but that's not anything different than what everyone calls you. And love hunter won't count too." He protests.

"You haven't had any different nicknames for me the whole time we've been traveling like this." She reminds him.

"I know." He frowns; he's never had anyone who's he's allowed to be close to him before her, he's never tried creating a nickname for someone until thinking about it now. Maybe he could use her's? He blushes just considering calling her it; the casual way she says it always makes him flutter inside a bit too.

She hums sympathetically. "Tell ya what, darling," it's like there's extra emphasis on that nickname there. "You can think about it, and if you decide on any you like, I'd be happy for you to use them for me whenever you wanna."

He thinks about that a bit. "Alright, sure. That sounds good."

She gives him a squeeze, and before he can question his actions he realizes he's leaning back into her. He wonders just why he felt as protective of her as he does, why it felt different than when he just wants to help people whenever there's a chance. He thinks about nicknames andaffections. He just cares about her, a lot actually.

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I can't believe this is the first time actually like showcasing Lyric like physically. The man, the myth, the bitch has a face lmao

[foreverambrosia]

Some height comparisons ! Gill with various romantics, familials, and platonics, in this post with T.rigun, O.ne P.iece, and F.airy T.ail people. The O.ne P.iece universe is WILD with heights and I adore it. Gill is teeny always.

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Aaahhh just thought about flower nature goddess Gill and sun God Vash his sunlight shines on her plants and nourishes them like his love nourishes her. I'm sappy

[dapper-shipping-forever]

With my T.rigun bounty hunter ocs I think there'd be two episodes slash manga arcs that have them all trying to get Vash. Like the first one where the main team is trying to keep them from Vash, all the bounty hunters agree on a plan and Vash goes and evades them while the main team subtly assists him. However Maleficence notices something off about the mysterious figure that is the disguised Vash, namely how he was absent while actually fighting Vash. Then, Amazon lady convinces everyone to team together again to try and get Vash. This time Maleficence uses the chance and they actually corner Vash and Gill is like forced to reveal that she's his companion and her team has been helping him and also in fact fully traveling with him. Most of the other bounty hunters are either good friends of Gill or trust her word of people, but they can't ignore that bounty on him. Maleficence decides to challenge Gill to a duel, all weapons allowed and it is only decided by either knock out or murder and forfeit. If she won then they'd all let them just leave, if he won they turned in Vash. It's a full on fight going from guns to fists elbows feet and knives. Gill wins by knocking Maleficence unconscious. Though when she faces everyone else, they seem unsure about letting Vash just leave; they all were from the start open to just letting Gill and her other friends leave, but to just let the humanoid typhoon and his bounty leave isn't something they want to just let him do. While Gill boldly tells them she is fond of them though she would fight anybody to protect Vash, Maleficence wakes quickly. He aims his gun, and Vash sees; as he shoots, Vash rushes towards Gill and knocks her to safety, blocking another bullet and shooting Maleficience's hand to get his gun away from him. Before Maleficence can stand, the Amazon lady bashes his head onto the rock and knocks him again unconscious. She says that she saw the care Vash has for Gill, and anybody who can look with eyes that kind can't be a bad guy; since Gill is a valued companion, she says they can let them all leave unharmed, though she recommends avoiding them from then on, and everyone else follows. They all mistakenly assume they're already dating lmao.

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I also have another T.rigun oc who's a young sheriff. He's sheriff of a little town Gill frequents and turns in bounties in often. He got a crush on her. He confessed after she met Vash and she basically just told him she is already in love with somebody but never explained who. When Gill and the team come to that town and get into trouble and having to flee while Vash is hunted, that sheriff finds them and he realizes who that particular companion is. He's about to try and capture him, but Gill asks him to not. He sees her grasp his hand and then realizes he's who she's actually been in love with. Because that sheriff likes her despite her gentle rejection, he lets them go. Mistakenly, though, he believes they're already dating lmao

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Been developing some T.rigun ocs. Not all have names, but most of these newer guys are also bounty hunters. Basically thought of an episode slash arc in the manga that would be like, Gill gets a letter and the top six bounty hunters on the planet are being invited to come and work together to capture Vash. At first she wants to just refuse, but they all decide to go because Gill knows all those bounty hunters and like how they all act. A if they go then they know their whole plan, B if they can prove they can't catch Vash then their team work is going to quickly disappear. They go, the team acting as Gill's new bounty hunter team mates and Vash in disguise with his face covered. These ocs are the ones they meet and along with Gill are the top bounty hunters around, in monetary value gained from bounties and in skill.

Maleficence Maelstrom: I started thinking of him a lil bit ago, before the others, as just a sort of rival. He's a dangerous slinger, seems to go out of his way to not turn in his bounties alive. He and Gill often clash. They worked together once, but after Maleficence shot their bounty, she refused to split the payment. She wouldn't take any "blood money". After that partnership, they've hated each other. He's sadistic and mean with a tendency to taunt. He likes trying to get people to pick fights and is an expert in duels. He often wears a sharp grin and has a certain condescending swagger.

Mayhem Wayham: He's a cool dude. Pretty cheerful and laid back and a constant flirt. He likes asking women to marry him casually. He and Gill get along. He likes a joke and to party, but he has a knack for stopping a fight and cooling people's anger. He's pretty easy going. Uses a bow with augmented arrows.

A set of two girls, their title includes twins and they act like two twin sisters except they're fully unrelated. They just met and realized they look similar and like the other and decided to go with being twin sisters after. They're all around pretty nice, though with their own typical rough edges. They and Gill get along. Love to drink together and are loud.

A set of three. Their nicknames are like judge, jury, and executioner. The bounty hunter nicknamed as their judge picks their bounties and is like a leader. They decide whether to take their bounties alive or execute them based on their judgment of the crimes they are wanted for with their bounty. Gill isn't a big fan of them; while most of the others do whatever is necessary with a fight and Gill can't exactly fault them, she always says to not severely harm or anything their bounties, she can't agree with acting as the sole decider of executing a bounty like that set does. They're also a polycule.

A muscular Amazon of a lady. She is almost an authority figure to other bounty hunters, able to get them in line when together. She's a kind woman with a strict side but it's like a well meaning sterness, she is thoughtful often of others. Likes handing out treats. She and Gill get along well. She is the person who decided to try getting all six top bounty hunters to work together; insists it's not for greed but simply to stop that dangerous guy.

I also have another oc who's not a bounty hunter. She's new.

She's an outlaw, a rather flamboyant person. She respects above everything else great passion. Passion for anything as long as they're devoted. This includes romance; in a fight with Vash she knocks him unconscious and Gill arrives to help him and when she gets between them she's prepared to fight her. She sees Gill's passion and decides to stop fighting. She says she couldn't think of getting between a fellow passionate shooter and the source of their passion, and leaves. After that encounter she and Gill have a sort of respect towards each other. Lmao

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Gonna go feral for a second but aaahhh Gill and Lyric, Gill would've gladly stayed with him if he had just recognized that her love is enough for him and the world around them that loving others can't diminish her love for him, and Gill fully could have loved him as more than her best friend if he hadn't idolized her, the relationship that could've been if only Lyric had let her connect to him as her own person and not a figure at whose feet he prayed.

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I have mentioned Ambrose a few times but haven't fully explained who he is. Here's a brief overview.

Hes a recluse who lives on the outskirts of some small middle of nowhere town. He scavenges space era tech and uses it to build interesting like guns. He never sells them, just builds them and builds upon them often. He is the person who built Gill's guns and trained her in how to use them, he taught her how to shoot and how to fight and like a lot of her current bounty hunting skills. He's her mentor and they are incredibly close, she comes to visit him and to get new binding chain bullets. He's just like a crotchety kinda rude but well meaning heart of gold man. He is about Roberto's age? He's a great fighter and brilliant marksman, but mostly just guards his own homestead.

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Made some gals in a picrew. My O.M s/i and my T.rigun s/i; also some of my ocs, Keyne and Abelia, one picrew they're identical, and Morgan le Fay.

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Trigun s/i origins, part 2

Link to part 1 X

Around the time the twins appear to be around 8-10, just to give a better picture, since they are actually about one year old and Lyric is close to two he looks to be 10-12, and since Gill is a few months old she seems to be 6-8.

Please enjoy now !

It had been weeks of learning how to be truly independent. Of exploring their wide open home. Lyric and Gill had never been allowed freedom before, neither was completely sure what they should actually do with it. They were aimless.

They mainly avoided staying in one place for those first few weeks. Lyric insisted with the humans crawling about that it was best for them. They used their small pod as a vehicle pulled by some toma to move about swiftly and more comfortably. As independent plants, they never required food nor water. 

They stayed fully away from humans, only relying on each other for companionship. What they experienced in that lab weighed on both of them, but also only drew them closer to each other. They loved each other, and agreed that they must stay together like this. Lyric never let go of the briefcase containing the findings and information about them he had taken from the researcher before fleeing the lab, always keeping it secure in their vehicle. Though their vehicle was more comfortable then simply riding toma, it was also more easily noticed.

The two plants had stopped near a rock to let the toma take a brief break. Gill stretched in the sunlight, a small smile gracing her face as it's warmth hit her face. Lyric tugged on the rope connecting the toma, checking it was tight enough. Satisfied, he started walking back towards Gill. After he reached her, he noticed something approaching them. Dust kicked behind a group of toma, and on their backs the faint outlines of humans. 

Lyric growled, Gill's attention drawn to the group near.

"Humans?" She questioned. They hadn't seen any for weeks out here. Part of her wanted to meet them, to find companionship. "Should we greet them?" Her voice is hesitant, but optimistic.

"Are you kidding?" Lyric says. "What've I told you before? We can't trust them !" He looks around. "We need to hide." He grabs Gill by her wrist, pulling her along to hide behind the nearby rocks. They could have run, but the humans would be faster on their single tomas than their vehicle could be when they would've been chased after.

Only when the humans are close enough to see better does lyric's eyes widen. He'd forgotten the briefcase; it was in the vehicle. If he went out now to try to get it, they'd assuredly spot him. He stayed where he was.

"What's that?" A female voice asked.

"A ship? Someone attached toma to it and dragged it all the way out here." A male voice says.

"What do you think of this, Brad?" Another asks.

"Not seeing any signs of anybody around here." The one named Brad says. "Hey !" He shouts. "Anybody here !" His voice travels across the sand.

Lyric stays as completely quiet as he can, prompting Gill to do it too.

"No response." The man mutters.

"Brad, look at this." Another female says. "There's something in here."

Lyric scowls.

"A briefcase?" One of the other males ask.

"Yeah." Says the female.

"Let me see." Brad says. There's the sound of it being handed around, then a click. "Locked. Hm, there's a name engraved on it, bit scuffed, though, hard to read."

Lyric feels the heavy key he'd secured around his wrist.

"What should we do?" Asks the female. "Someone obviously brought this out here."

It's quiet as the humans all think.

Brad, as he appears to be the leader, says. "Let's take it and the toma. If anyone is here, they wouldn't have just abandoned their shelter. They're probably long gone. Maybe if we unlock it, we can get a clue to who it belonged to. Let's do a quick search to see if we can find the owner around here, then head back."

Lyric breathes out, panic fueling him. That briefcase holds every shred of information about the two of them. If those humans see it, then they'd know they're hiding out there, they'd know and they'd come looking for them. They'd want to experiment on them. They'd hurt Gill. They'd hurt him. They can't open that briefcase.

Water manifests around lyric, swirling and shaping into sharp icicles; all of them pointing towards the humans. 

"Lyric." Gill whispers, panicked. "What're you doing? You can't !" She grabs his wrist tightly, pleading with him.

It's her that stops him. He wavers, the ice melting. He feels two minds inside of him. One, the protector. The other, the scared little boy. His face burns.

"Alright." The man, Brad, grunts. "Let's leave."

The sounds of the ropes harnessing the toma being cut and the animals wrangled follows, and after several minutes the humans leave.

The plants stand after they're sure the humans have left. Lyric clenches his fist, brows furrowed in anger. 

"They took the briefcase." Gill says. "Does that mean they're gonna learn about us?"

Lyric responds after a stretched pause. "No."

Gill tilts her head, surprised. "No? You said that the things in the briefcase would let the humans know all about both of us."

"It would."

"Then, why wouldn't they learn about both of us?"

"Because we're going to get it back." Lyric walks forward, stepping out from behind the rocks. 

Gill follows, her tiny legs much slower. "We are?"

"Yes." He looks into the distance, where they can just barely see the figures of the thieving humans and the tomas. "They're heading straight that way; if we follow them, we can get it back, before they open it." He gestures for her to follow him.

"Um, alright." Gill's voice is quiet in response.

Lyric furrows his brows, bringing a hand to his chin. "They took our toma; we're probably going to have to just be on foot. But we can catch them if we get moving." He looks back at her. "You ready then?"

She pauses. "Can I ask you something?"

"What, what is it?" Lyric asks; he sounds hurried.

Gill reconsider asking, but she needs to. "Were you going to hurt them?"

"Huh?" Lyric finally pauses.

"Before, your ice. Were you going to hurt those humans with that?" She sounds scared; not necessarily of Lyric, but of the possibility he might've done that had she not begged him to stop.

Lyric opens his mouth, closes it, having no answer. Would he have? He wanted to. It's not that he wanted to hurt them just because, but he saw no other option. He hated the mere thought of being captured. Despised thinking of Gill and him being experimented on like they'd been. He wouldn't let them do that. "I'm not sure. No? I, listen, it's." He sighs, ruffling his long hair. He walks back towards Gill and stands before her. "I'd do anything to keep us safe. But I won't hurt anyone unless it's necessary. It's all for us." He reaches out, cupping her cheek. If he needs to hurt someone to keep them safe, then he would. 

No one else would save them if he couldn't do it.

Gill seems worried, but loosens her stance. "Promise me it?" She hates the idea of somebody being hurt.

"I promise." He says.

Gill is quiet, then she accepts that promise. "Alright."

Lyric smiles. "Good. Now, we need to leave."

It took them a couple hours to reach where the humans had traveled, assuming they'd been right. A ship, half submerged and lodged in the sand. A few toma were harnessed outside.

Sneaking in took ages, trying not to get seen. Neither had truly explored any ship before, and had no idea of the layout. When they walked by a hallway that curved out of sight, Gill couldn't help but stop and stare, feeling something almost familiar. She had no idea it was the psychic connection between plants egging at her; she'd only been allowed near Lyric, never given the opportunity to open that ability fully with others similar to her. The young boy, another independent plant, locked in a room nearby was unrealized by either of them. Lyric urged her along.

They came to a door way, in which when they crept close they could see the broad back of a rather muscular man, bent above something he looked to be working on at the table he sat by. Near him, they could see the briefcase, locked. Lyric held in the sigh of relief.

Needing a way to get the man out of the room, Lyric summoned a little bit of water, shooting an icicle across the hall, the strange sound getting his attention. The plants hid around the corner, and as soon as he was out of that room they ran in and grabbed the briefcase and ran out. The man, Brad, stared in confusion at the melted water and chunks of ice seeping along the floor.

When they tried getting out without getting caught, a guard saw them turn the corner. He alerted the entire ship that there were two intruders, and a group of humans began chasing both of them; all of them looking out for the tiny intruders. Evading them, Lyric led them around the ship, happening upon a large empty room; rather, empty of humans, but full of rows upon rows of plants.

Neither had seen this many of their kind before, but the red color of their tanks seemed off. They stopped and took in the entire sight, before Lyric snapped out of it first and ran further along the walkway.

He questioned where they could go; surely the humans would find them here. Panicking, mind running, he looked to the ethereal plant floating above him. Part of him flinched at the idea that came to him. He knew of the psychic connection between all the plants, knew he could access it. Knew he could use it. If what he was thinking was right, then this could work out.

Dropping Gill's hand, he placed both of his palms on the glass.

"Lyric?" Gill asked him.

He focused on the plant before him. They were all already unstable in this place, if he could simply push it more.

The plant screamed. Not out loud, the two of them could hear it in their minds, as if she had screamed it into the actual air.

Gill recoiled, horrified. Lyric too quickly staggered back from the tank.

He knew he'd done that. Knew he was murdering her, but there was no chance to feel bad. The sounds of feet rushing to the room were heard, and they needed to hide.

Lyric grabbed Gill, slipping off the walkway under the railing and catching them with water. He hid them near the entrance underneath it as a lot of humans rushed into the room, standing by the plant and murmuring about what happened to it. A woman comes in with who sounds like the man from earlier. They talk quickly about the plant.

"Come quick, you've gotta see this !" A man yells.

When the man and woman run out, that's when Lyric chooses to swing back to the walkway, running out the door before it closed. Gill tugged along by the wrist, they make it back outside. They hop on one of the harnessed toma and ride quick and hard away from that ship and the screams of the plant.

Neither realize that they'd inadvertently won another independent plant his freedom while escaping.

Lyric breathes a hard sigh, just relieved they got out not captured and with the briefcase. "We made it." He says.

Gill is silent with her face pressed into Lyric's back, tears prick at her eyes not wholly from the sand kicked into them. "You promised no."

"What?" Lyric asks.

"You promised not to hurt anyone. You hurt her !" She nearly sobs.

Lyric scowls. He knows he did. Knows it felt awful to do. He does feel bad for her, but he is not sorry, he discovers. Because he did it for them. He did it to protect the only person to him worth protecting, Gill. He'd do it all again to save them. "I promised to only hurt someone if it was necessary. It was the only way out."

"It wasn't !" She yells, distraught at what they'd done.

"Do you trust me?" Lyric calls back at her.

She freezes. "What?"

"If you trust me," He says, hands gripping the toma's rope. "Then trust I only did it for us. There wasn't another way I could get us out with all the humans focused on capturing us. I had to." His eyes narrow, brow furrowed in slight sorrow. "I had to." He repeats, perhaps just to himself.

Gill stayed quiet. To her, she does trust him, but she knows they could've gotten out without causing harm there.

It's decided by them that their vehicle is too noticeable, and they choose to find a place to live that's hidden. After searching, they find a group of rocks hiding a cave system. This they choose as their own home.

The inside of the caves is lit by openings to the outside world, though it is sand and barren within. Lyric was alright leaving it as, but Gill wished to make it nicer. She uses her abilities to create flowers, grass, vines, all decorating the main part of the caves; it becomes lush and beautiful, soft sunlight filtering inside illuminating them all. But flora needs water. She convinces Lyric to lend his abilities, and in the center of the main cave he created a large pool of water. Her flora needed his water, and his water was purposeless without her flora.

They stayed away from humans for decades, having only each other. They took apart their ship and converted parts to be put into use around their home.

The plants matured, instead of looking like young kids, Lyric now appeared as if in his teens, and Gill early.

They occasionally had to hide from humans. One such time, Gill had wandered off on her own, fascinated exploring their surroundings. She noticed figures approaching, two humans. They rode toma, and out of fear, knowing what Lyric's said about humans, she hid behind a rock. The humans came closer, and Gill began to feel the same strange feeling she hadn't felt since they snuck into that ship to retrieve their briefcase. Something familiar, a psychic tug.

The humans stop nearby.

"What is it?" A voice, was it the same Brad as they'd heard before, asked.

There's a pause.

"Nothing." A young male responds.

As they ride away, Gill peaks out from her hiding spot, and she sees that man's back from before, as well as the young boy with his spikey, blond hair, riding into the sand.

In the decades they stayed completely hidden, the human communities grew, and they saw a town grow nearby. Lyric couldn't forget about the research they'd kept. The briefcase beckoned to him; the researcher put all of his energy into studying the two of them. What was the pain he put onto them for? Why would he do those experiments? Was there a point for it? He needed to know about that.

Lyric began diving into the research. He gained a greater understanding of what they are. But the records of their torture did nothing to answer his questions. He'd wanted something to justify it, but all he was greeted with was the selfish wanting of knowledge the researcher held, a genuine desire to make advancements for all humans, and unfeeling cruelty to the two plants he'd taken for experiments.

As towns grew and cities were established, they watched from a distance. Gill saw it with increasing longing. Lyric wanted them to fear humans, but she never could. 

Gill loved this world from the start. The warmth of the sand, the shining sun, the adorable toma, the glowing worms filling the skies, sharing the paradise she and Lyric created with him, she loves everything.

Humans were included within that. She was fascinated by what she saw. She wanted to know them closer, to actually speak with some of them and learn more, to befriend them too.

Gill couldn't stand it. After around fifty years of hiding, by now they both appeared as adults, where she would shyly suggest interacting with them, she finally approached Lyric with new determination.

"Lyric," she said. She takes a quick, grounding breath. "I think that we should meet some humans."

Lyric stops what he's doing, looking at her with a face of confusion and some revulsion. "What was that?"

She immediately drops some confidence and speaks quieter, eyes averted. "I was just thinking it's been a long time, you know?" She chews the inside of her lip, jumping on her heels a few times to get herself pumped. Her shoulders square and she looks at Lyric, passion in her gaze. "We should visit the humans who live nearby and see what they are like, it'd be interesting and I think they might be nice !" She blurts out before she chickens back out. 

Lyric approaches her. "You know what they did to us, yeah? You remember all those experiments? How we suffered for their desires?"

"For one man's desires. It wasn't all humans who did that to us, it was only one who chose to act how he did then. We never got to meet any other humans before. I'm sure they're not all like him."

"How can you know?"

"I can't for certain. But I believe. I believe fully that they aren't all the same as him. And we won't know for sure until we meet them." She plants her feet in the ground, ready to argue her case the more she continues this.

"Listen to yourself; you've always been to naive, as sweet as you always are." He groans.

"What's that mean?" She asks.

"It means no. We absolutely can't. Not a chance."

"Come on, please !"

Lyric waved his hands. "They're dangerous ! If they discover what we are, then we're going to be captured ! And I have to keep you safe !"

His voice raising makes her nervous, and she shrinks back a little; but she refuses to let this topic go this time. "We can be safe ! And it could benefit us to befriend them !"

Lyric groans, dropping his face. "This entire idea is stupid and just ridiculous entirely."

Stepping forward slightly, Gill puts her hands gently on Lyric's arms. "Lyric, please; listen." Lyric slowly looks at her. "I want this. I want to meet the humans. You trust me?"

"Of course." He quietly says.

"Then listen to me now, please. It's going to be worth it to give the humans a chance right now. If we can learn about them and befriend them, there's nothing to fear then. We were hurt, but there's nothing that says everybody is out to get us. There were others like us. Other independents. He said that there was a woman who loves them. Loves them enough to give them names and protect them. You know what that means? There's a chance that he was the exception, not the rule to what humans are like, and I want to take that. I want to believe they're kind and worth getting to know a lot better. Please, Lyric, think."

Lyric is silent. He wants to protect them and deep inside genuinely fears the humans, he thinks getting close is a terrible idea. But she's earnest and wants this a lot. He is terrible at saying no to those beautiful, innocent eyes that she wields.

"We stay for only a little bit. We make sure no one figures out what we are. We keep out interactions minimal. Is that understood?" He says.

Gill brightens. "It is understood." She squeals, hugging Lyric tightly with a big grin. "Thank you, Lyric ! Thank you thank you !"

Soon, they found themselves outside the town. The buildings were makeshift, and the construction wasn't amazing. But there were people. A fair amount, more than either had seen before. All milling around, sitting in the shade the buildings provided across the ground.

Lyric swallowed, feeling like he was on the precipice of a big beast's lair. Gill felt herself full of nervousness, but excitement too. The two plants held hands tightly. They gave each other enough confidence to walk into town together.

"Remember, now," Lyric whispered under his breath, face obscured under his hood. "We're human as long as we're here."

Gill was partially hidden by her own hood. "Got it, humans." She says quietly.

Humans walk by, most keeping their heads lowered. They do get some looks as they move deeper into town. She keeps her head moving, taking everything in with stunned awe. It was amazing. She couldn't take it in quick enough; she wanted to see more, everything. Looking at the humans, they delighted her. This is exactly why she'd been begging to come.

She loves Lyric, it's just that only having limited experiences with others for decades has made her incredibly curious coupled with her earnest love for everything she sees. This place is only a relatively short bit from their home, but it felt alien to her.

They came to an area with some stalls, varying types lining the walkway they followed there. Gill's attention went to one showing something rather strange. Strange little cubes on some sticks, and a larger piece of the same substance to the side. She stops them before it, gazing curiously. 

The woman behind the strange stall smiles kindly. "Hello, kiddies. Haven't seen you around here."

Gill flounders trying to respond, but Lyric jumps quickly to answer her. "We're just traveling."

"All by yourself?" She asks, concerned.

"Yes, it's just us."

"My word, that's dangerous, isn't it? Two young things like yourself shouldn't be traveling all on your own in this dangerous area."

"We're alright." Lyric says.

The woman gives a confused but soft smile. "Well, lots of folks have things I know better than to pry into, huh? I'm rather worried if you're by yourselves here, either way, despite all that said." She thinks briefly. "Here, take some, on the house." She grabs two of the sticks and holds them out the children.

"What's this?" She asks.

"Worm meat." The woman says. "You kids must be hungry."

"Hungry?" Gill quietly asks. Ah, he'd said something about being hungry; it's when humans know to eat more food, something she and Lyric haven't felt. Plants typically have no need for food and water. She grins. He never let them try food. "Thank you ! I've never eaten before !" She takes the food from her.

The woman looks confused. "What do you mean by that?"

Lyric puts his hand on his face.

Gill jumps. She quickly back pedals to fix her little slip. "Um, well, just, I mean that it's been such a while since we've had, uh, food that it feels like I've never eaten before !"

The woman, no less confused by these two strange children, accepts it. "Well then, enjoy !"

The two children examine their food; Gill excitedly, Lyric unsurely.

Gill takes a bite, tasting such flavors for her first time. "It's delicious !" She'd heard him use that word when eating something he seemed to enjoy before.

Lyric takes a bite, chewing and judging. He can't help but be taken in too, tasting this food. His eyes shine despite his withholdings.

The woman is bashful, glad to see them enjoying it. "It's hardly fancy; ain't got a lot of seasonings 'round here, but thank you, I'm glad you like it."

Gill and Lyric wander across the pathway while eating, sitting in some shade from a building.

They watch people walking by. The food truly is nothing exceptional, but it's special. When they finish, she grins. "That was good. I want some more."

Lyric looks at her. "Should I get you more then?"

Gill almost says yes, but she stops and thinks. The humans need this food, and she knows it's somewhat difficult to obtain in this sort of place. If she takes more, she'd be taking something right from them. "I shouldn't; they need it."

Lyric says nothing. He seems to be thinking quietly. Then, he stands, and walks back to the stall.

"Excuse me." He says, looking like a wide eyes child. "I'm rather hungry, could I have just one more, please?"

The woman smiles. "Sure, of course."

Lyric returns with the food, handing it to Gill. "Here you are."

Gill grins, taking it from him. She knows it's probably wrong to eat it, but she enjoyed it a lot. Another won't hurt at all. "Thank you, then."

They explore the town more after she eats. As it gets into nighttime, Lyric figures they should go. But right as he's about to convince her, they hear some cheering. Investigating, they see some humans starting a large bonfire, voices flowing loudly in the night air. The humans have chosen to throw a party, and Gill is swept into its energy. Lyric narrows his eyes, trying to pull her away. She barely acknowledges his protests. The smiles she sees entice her, and everyone treats her as if she belonged amongst them.

There's laughter and food, something called alcohol which is her first time tasting something gross but the humans enjoy, and there is love for their surroundings. There is love in the ways they party. Soon, she notices some of the humans doing something strange all encircling the fire.

"What's that?" She asks someone.

"They're dancing !" The man says, raising his alcohol high above their heads with a splash outside his jug, laughing.

"Dancing?" She asks. Watching them, their dancing entrances her. It seems wonderful, almost  somewhat hypnotic. She wants to know what it's like.

Someone dancing sees her watching and beckons to her, and she happily runs in to join them.

Linking arms, she dances around the bonfire, exchanging partners with the rhythm of the music. Her smile is big, and the fire light performs its own joyful dance along her features, her long hair flowing around her body.

Lyric watches from the shadows, arms crossed in front of him. A nasty feeling lurks within watching her. He loves seeing her happy, but despises seeing her immersed amongst these humans. She should be with him, the thought repeats.

She spots him by himself, and gestures for him to come. It takes some, a lot, of convincing, but he does. They dance in the bonfire light. Gill's smile shows her joy, and Lyric feels that this is what's right. Her attention for him alone, her smile beaming at him, her hands held by his. This is what is right, he knows this now.

After that, Gill began insisting they visit town more. Lyric begrudgingly followed, agreeing. She made friends. She learned more. She loved everything. It brought her excitement and felt brilliant.

Lyric grew more and more bitter towards the townspeople. He saw what they were doing. They were stealing her; all of them wanted to take her from him. They put her in harms way. The more she mingled, the more they may discover what they are. They would hurt her. Yes, yes that was it. He had to protect her. Satisfying her childish desires was one matter, but allowing her to get this close was another. If he focused on that, his own fears of getting hurt if they were discovered stayed shoved away. It wasn't his own selfish desires to keep her close and his alone, afraid of the one being he worships being stripped from him forever, no. It wasn't that he needed her to only have her eyes trained on him, no. It wasn't that he was scared of her loving anything more than him, no. This was for her, this was to protect her, this was to worship her.

Lyric researched about plants, what was possible between them, the information he'd studied for decades. Gill wasn't sure what he was working on in secret.

She'd begun going into town alone. She spent hours talking about the humans. She played amongst the toma and the worms. Lyric stayed within their home.

He despised it. It wasn't right. What is right is him and her as a pair. They needed no one else. She needed him. He needed her. This wasn't what was right.

This was wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

WRONG.

He hated it.

He needed to keep her close, to protect her. But with her love for the humans, she wouldn't leave them. He needed a way to make her no longer desire being with them and to be just with him. Was this wrong? What he was doing went behind her back. Would she despise him for it? If she learned? No, nothing that would keep her with him could be wrong. This was right, he was sure of  it completely. There was one way to ensure she would think of only him and not those humans. If what he was thinking was correct, this would work. He assured himself. This was right.

This was right.

"What're you doing, Lyric?" Gill asked him. She felt like she'd barely seen him for like weeks.

Lyric smiled. "I just finished a project I've been working on for a bit now."

She tilts her head. "Yeah? Good ! What is it?"

He says nothing at first, but walks towards Gill, and hugs her. "I made something great for us." He hugs her tight.

"Ah?" She says, confused but happy for him. His hug is tight, though, it's almost uncomfortable. "That's nice."

"You've been with the humans a lot." He says.

"Yeah, I love them."

He hugs her tighter. "I know that. It disgusts me." He says, voice too light.

"What?" She asks, stunned.

"They're taking you away. Its wrong. All we need is to stay together. But they've twisted you. It's not your fault; I know you'd never leave me. It's just that they've stuck bad things in your thoughts. I figured out how you forget them all, now."

"Lyric, you should stop. What are you talking about. Talk to me."

"We're going to be together, without anyone interfering. Soon, they won't be anything to you, not a mere memory to you." His hug is tight. It hurts her.

"Lyric, stop this." She pleads weakly.

Lyric shifts his arms and holds her around her waist and lifts her off the ground. "This is for the both of us, our love."

"Lyric !" She shouts, struggling in his tight grasp. Lyric was much more muscular, much bigger than her. He'd never wanted her to lift a finger, small and precious as she is. 

He carried her to where he'd been crafting his secret project. Within, he'd stolen parts from spaceships and towns, and put together a plant capsule, a large tank full of liquid, and it beckoned.

She fought but could do nothing, he was too strong for her, she was weak. Much too weak to fight him. The attempts unacknowledged.

He took her above the tank, and opening the doors, dropped her in. She fell with a splash into the liquid. As it filled her, her eyes opened wide; her markings glowed. Lyric manipulated the liquid, it drove within her. Flowed into her mind, deep. Where he washed it, pure and clean; he polished her. Her memories washed swiftly out by the current.

This was what is right and what is best.

When be returned hours later and pulled her back out, she dripped with the liquid, slowly reopening her eyes again momentarily.

She looked around, eyes innocent, wide. "Who am I?" She asks. "Where am I?" She saw her surroundings. "Who are you?" She looked into Lyric's face. Her hand held in his where she sat on the ground, him leaning above her and smiling.

"I am Lyric, and I am your best friend."

There was nothing from before awakening that she remembered. She knew nothing. How incredibly perfect.

[dapper-shipping-forever]

T.rigun s/i origin, part 1

I decided to try doing something while telling her backstory, it's gonna be like part summary and part narrative.

Not sure if I'm gonna do this for all of it.

Anyway, tell me what y'all think !

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On the same ship that Vash and Nai were raised on, there was another plant specialist, a scientist who had a constant craving to learn more about them. Before Vash and Nai were born, after Tesla was destroyed by experiments, he had discovered another plant was pregnant. He hid this from everyone else and faked that there was an issue with it, getting permission to take it into his personal care to take care of. He isolated that plant within his lab and during gestation faked reports about something being wrong. It gave birth, and the independent plant was a boy. He allowed the plant to be put back in its proper home, but kept the baby a secret. He hid him in his personal lab and office.

He hadn't agreed with how they experimented on Tesla. Not that they experimented on her, just how they did it. They were much too rough, he thought, they destroyed her before they could truly learn from her. He would keep the boy as his own private experiment and learn as much as he pleased.

His experiments were cruel, but always performed carefully.

He was livid that the plant pregnant with the twins was found by someone else before him.

But later, he found another before anyone else, and again he hid it. The young male plant had never left the lab, and was fascinated by seeing another plant for the first time, though this one wasn't the same as home. The independent plant born then was a girl.

Both were kept hidden, and she became an experiment with the boy.

The boy instantly felt protective of the girl. He couldn't keep her safe from the researcher but he could do whatever possible to shield her. The girl learned she could rely on the boy, and they were soon inseparable.

As they matured, the experiments became more complex. The researcher previously worried using too much power could draw attention to his lab from someone like Rem, but he invented a method similar to harvesting energy from the plants, he would use one of them as an energy source for experimenting on the other, forced to watch their closest companion tortured as a result of themself.

The boy felt like his ears were being brutally stabbed by the girl's screams, helpless within the glass tank he floated within, hands pressed to the glass watching her finally stop. The experiment finished and the restraints released her from the wall. When she fell to the floor, she trembled, but he could see she was unable to move. The experiments had gone further this time, and she was paralyzed where she lay right now. The hissing of the tank unlocking barely filtered in for the boy, but it did register just enough for him to know he was freed from it. The researcher dragged him out, and immediately he ran to the girl's side, grabbing her. "Hey ! Are you alright? Come on now !"

She couldn't respond, trembling in his grasp.

"Stop that." The researcher said. "It's perfectly alright; I'm not going to damage either of you two. No need for a display."

Fury simmered then surged within the boy, and he began to tremble from it. "You monster." He growled.

He scoffed. "That's funny; I'm no monster. Remember, I'm the human in this lab."

The boy's fury became uncontrollable, and he released the girl, spinning around and leaping at the researcher. His hands were clawed as he attempted to put them on the researcher, no plan only the rage of a hurt boy pushing him forward. The researcher grabbed his wrists, their struggle short as the researcher was much stronger than the small plant.

The researcher dragged the boy to a side room, just a small closest, and shoved him within. He locked it, as the boy pounded his fists in anger trying to get out.

"Unruly thing; looks like you need to be put aside until you calm. Can't have you ruining any of my experiments in this state." He turns away, already musing. "Interesting to observe; I should note this."

The researcher moves the girl to a table, until she could move. The whole time, the boy raged in captivity. That door stayed closed for six days. As an independent plant, the boy has no need for food or water, therefore no need to open the door until he is ready to be released from behind it. The entire time, he howled and hit. His anger, his hatred, his vitroul, he vowed all of it would be heard if he had to scream them a million times.

The researcher simply ignored him.

Finally, it was enough for her. The girl had been scared to say anything, but she hated being listening to him bellow. The girl missed the boy.

The girl approached the door and sat in front of it, gazing at it as if trying to see the boy across it. "He says he won't let you out until you're calm."

The boy simply seethes.

"Please." The girl says. "I can't stand this, I miss you."

It was perhaps the sorrow the boy heard in the girl's voice that pierced into him and broke the storm. It was just a small sliver of blue sky, but he could see her. He felt like an idiot for abandoning her; like he'd locked her away behind his anger. 

It was hours later that the researcher believed he wouldn't try to attack him again. He opened the door, the tension crackling between their locked eyes as the boy stepped back out into the lab. 

As soon as the boy stepped out, he felt arms at his waist as the girl hugged him. He held her to him in return and promised something. He promised to never let go of her forever no matter what.

The researcher would occasionally comment on his anger that the twins had been found before he could get them.

"What does that women think she's doing, treating those plants like children." The researcher grumbled, hunched above his keyboard.

"What's a children?" The girl asked, sitting on a table next to the desk and kicking her legs.

"Children," He replied, not bothering to look at her. "Are not what you are. They are human. And thinking plants could be children at any point is just ridiculous."

"Ah." She said, looking at her feet.

"The fact that she gave them names alone is absurd; you have no use for it."

"What's a name?"

"Something you call another thing."

"Do you have a name?"

"I do."

"What is it?"

"Greer Langston. You have no business using it."

"How do get a name?"

He looked at her, almost bored. "A name is something only those who are a loved earn.

"What's love?"

He straightens, turning and walking away from the plants. "A special feeling I'm sure you won't get to feel."

Later, the two plants sat together, the room dark save a few ceiling lights casting small circles on the floor; one of which they sat in.

"I wonder what love is like." The girl says, knees drawn into her chest and finger tracing lines only she sees on the floor.

The boy shrugs. "Said it was something special, but what's it matter here?"

"Well I like how it sounds and apparently it also can earn you a name and I think that sounds good. We've never had names. Aren't you curious?"

The boy hums. "I guess. I'm not sure we need that, though; I'm happy just being with you."

The girl continues looking at the floor. Her brows furrow. Quickly, her face lightens; an idea had come to her. "Hey ! He said it's a special feeling ! You make me feel special, that must mean I love you !"

The boy looks surprised. "You do? Well, thank you."

"Do you love me?"

The boy thinks. "You make me feel special, I love you too."

The girl excitedly claps her hands. "That's good ! This is what love is, feeling special ! I like it ! Hey, does this mean we earn names?"

"I guess it does, huh. Um, where do they come from?"

That makes the girl's face scrunch as she thinks, again. "I hadn't asked, you're right. Um, I'm not sure. Does somebody give them out?"

"We could name each other."

The girl grins widely. "That's a good idea ! I want to name you first. Can I name you first?"

"Sure."

The girl searches within her mind for several minutes, trying to think of a good name for the boy. She's not entirely sure how names work, but she knows she should consider this properly to choose the best fit. At first, she can't settle on any of them. Then, she thinks of something; the researcher was listening to something he calls music, a beautiful song that also made her feel special, and he had called the words of it something special. "Your name is gonna be Lyric !"

"Lyric." The boy repeats slowly to himself; it sounds like he's testing how it feels in his mouth. "I like it."

The girl looks ecstatic that he approves. "Good !" She sits forward, legs criss cross applesauce and hands in the middle. "Its from that song he was listening to. The lyrics made me happy. Now me next !"

Lyric knows what song she means. He starts thinking. He also knows to consider this thoroughly; she needs a name as perfect as she is. What could be, though? The song plays in his head, and he thinks of what those lyrics meant. It was a song of a beautiful woman, and the way the singer describes her left him in awe as he pictured her and his own comparison. The song had been called something. "You're Gillian."

"It's good ! I love that !" She laughs happily. "We have names !"

Lyric smiles too. "Yeah, we do. It's nice. I think we shouldn't use them in front of him; he obviously disagrees with us being given them."

"Hm, alright, Lyric." She grins, emphasizing his name.

His grin widens. "Then we agree. Gillian." 

The two plants start laughing, trying to keep quiet as they lean towards each other.

The researcher never went a day without studying the two of them. Sweat and blood soaked those tables and clouded the air they breathed. At night, the two plants stayed close, they called each other by their name, and soothed their pain.

"Excellent output, continue." The researcher took notes on Lyric and the streams of water he pulled from thin air. They wove around him, the fantastical dance they performed around him offset by the glare he had.

Lyric sat, glowering as the researcher brought Gill before a box of sand. With a gesture, he ordered her to step to the box, and as she stared at it the sand began to change. It darkened, and sand became soil, and soil became flowers. Energy could be drawn from them the same fashion, but Lyric was labeled a water generating plant and Gill a flora plant. Their strengths scrutinized thoroughly.

The two of them loved each other as the only friend they've had

"What did you call him?"

The researcher rounded on Gill, the girl cowering under his inquisitive eyes.

"I, nothing in particular, no." She'd known she'd made a mistake the same second she'd reached out her hand and shouted his name, but she couldn't help it, not when she was watching him be held to the table and those tools nearing him, the fear within his face.

"You called him a name. Lyric? Did you actually give him a name? Fascinating." He grabs her head with one hand, fingers curling painfully. "But useless. Perhaps I've been giving you both too much unsupervised free time; you've obviously been developing some unproductive tendencies." The look within his gaze feels dangerous, cold, and calculating. "It's almost as if you believe yourself to both be human. Absurd."

Lyric struggled to lift himself off the table. "Let her go, now !"

She whimpers in his hold. The researcher does release her, with a shove back. "You two need to understand this; you are plants. You are a human invention, a marvel of our discovery. You benefit us, but are here for us and our use, however we see fit. You feel no emotion, you merely simulate those who created you. I am using you to your full potential, and you are wasting precious energy when you go off and play pretend like children." He turns without another glance at Gill. "Now, I'm doing important experimentation; no further outbursts, you both."

Lyric grew angrier with each day and each experiment from the researcher; each scar on their bodies pushed him further along a path no one saw emerging from the trees behind his eyes.

The researcher never held any warmth; his eyes viewing series of calculations in every line in everything. The glow of screens washed his face in a ghastly harsh light. The two plants sat not far from the researcher, silent as he never approved of their distracting him. 

"Results have stagnated. Need to find ways to push the independents further."

""Push them further"? Are we not already pushed enough?" Lyric quietly grumbles.

"Be quiet, I'm analyzing. You are not to disturb me." The researcher says, voice entirely flat.

"What are we, experiments or nuisances?" His words are louder, more pointed.

"Often enough, both." He responds, typing on his keyboard.

Lyric scoffs. "That's ironic."

The researcher stops typing. "What was that?"

"Lyric, stop this." Gill whispers.

"I see only one annoyance in this space, and it's the monstrous human before us." He spits, voice dark.

He turns to them. "Hear this, plant; I am not to be disrespected by such a creature as you."

"I wasn't aware there was any other creature here intelligent enough to feel disrespect."

The researcher stood, and Lyric got to his feet.

"I have been far too kind." The researcher drawled lowly.

"Kindness, when did you learn that interesting new word?"

The researcher ground his jaw. Then, a noise came from his pocket of his coat. His communicator.

His eye contact never left Lyric, bringing the device to his head. "What?" Anger showed confusion breaking out. "Clarify, what issue?"

The person speaking to him responded. When they finished, an alarm blared, the voice announcing a problem with the ships, lights startling red.

The hand holding the communicator clenched. "The ship is crashing."

He ended the call, shoving the communicator roughly back into his pocket. He immediately walked towards the lab door. "I need to visit the gravity plants, they need to be activated right away. My research. My research is secure. Yes, it's safe. My flash drive." He looks back. 

Lyric steps forward, the red lights burn across his irises. "That's enough."

Rivers of water bubble and gurgle in existence. They twist in the air, appearing red as fresh blood, and strike forward towards the researcher.

He shouted, lifted off of his feet by the streams. Lyric's face was set, and he brought him to the tank the researcher to the tank he used to steal their own energy.

The liquid splashes when the researcher is plunged inside, and water solidifies into ice and seals the lid. The researcher floats inside, pounding full of rage on the glass. Plants can breathe inside of it. But he is human, he often reminded the plants.

Neither of them dared move. Lyric squared his shoulders. "Finally did it."

Words failed. Gill's eyes were wide. "Lyric, what've you done?" 

"I freed us. Quick now, hurry." He rushes to the tables, gathering various pieces into a briefcase he scooped.

"What're you doing? Is that his research?"

"This research was made on the back of our bloodshed. We can't have any of his coworkers finding it." Satisfied, he speed walks back to her and grabs her hand without stopping. He rushes her to the door, swiping the key card he'd grabbed from the researcher's desk, and for the first time they leave the lab. The sound of a fist hitting glass trails faintly behind them as they run far from their broken and hated cage.

Lyric knew the ship was crashing, and that there must be a way off. He had no idea the layout of the ship outside their cell, but the twisting hall led them to what he looked for. Escape ships welcomed the plants. He'd observed the researcher the entire time he'd studied the two independents. He could figure out the controls of shuttles.

Escaping, crashing, the hiss of the sealed opening unveiling their new home.

Stepping out onto the sand, seeing endless sky and stretching horizons, both had never seen outside of the few walls of the lab.

They were guided by Lyric after their crash.

Their ship had crashed further from the others, and they stayed out of sight from any humans. Discovering the toma for the first time had Lyric attempting to act as a shield, unsure if they were a threat. But she seemed to have a natural affinity for other creatures. The toma were calm around her, almost seeming to flock towards her. They brought joy to her, making her giggle as she caressed them. It was Lyric's plan to harness them.

He managed to find something to attach a few toma to their escape ship, and urge the birds to pulls them in the sand, further away from the humans behind them.

Free to enter the endless desert of their own accord.

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Little snippet thinking of flower goddess Gill and sun god Vash. A mini story lmao

The water god Lyric was a possessive god, and when he discovered the flower goddess and the beauty she brought, he sought to make her his. Your petals are too delicate to be unsheltered, he told her, I can make certain you bloom in safety with me. He kept her secure, isolated, on a remote island within his seas; it was a place no other gods could reach. There she grew her flowers across each spare inch of the island, upon the mountains and in the fields and valleys, the island filled with colors. Lyric kept her flowers watered, but they never seemed to get as bright as she tried to get them. Alone but for Lyric, who would occassionally leave her there on the island, she sung amongst her flowers.

But as remote as Lyric tried to ensure this island had been, one god was able to find it. It was the color that caught his eye.

The sun god Vash, spreading warmth and light from the clouds, flew amongst them. He saw the beacon in the sea far below him, catching his eye. Millions of colors and flowers of all sorts dotted the island. Never before had he seen something quite like this. He decided to take a look, and as he got closer he heard enchanting singing drifting from the flowers. They echoed the voice of the goddess.

She had been started by the appearance of this stranger, having never interacted with anyone besides Lyric, but he reassured her that he was a friend. Vash told Gill he was drawn in by her flowers, and she became excited. She started showing him her island, teaching him about her beloved flowers of all sorts. He stayed for hours, and the longer he stayed the brighter her flowers became. They thrived with Vash's light, and Gill herself also seemed to take on a new shine, her gold spun hair sparkling as it reflected his radiance.

He left before Lyric returned, and when Lyric left again then Vash returned. He visited Gill whenever he could, ensuring she never had a lonely day since they had met. From his warmth, his kindness, and his light, Gill quickly fell in love with Vash. From her love, she created sunflowers, which, like how she seemed pulled towards Vash, the flowers knew to turn their petals towards his rays.

Lyric, perceptive as he is, eventually realized she had a secret frequent visitor; he saw the sunflowers growing and felt the love within their bloom. Enraged, he flooded the island, crushing under the waves each flower.

Vash found her alone on the ruined island. She cried for her flowers, knelt on the muddy ground that once was lush.

The island was completely absent of its vibrant colors. Gill's hair itself had become heavy and dull. Vash had also fallen in love with Gill. Unable to watch her filled with sadness, he came with his light and it brought the shine to her hair. The warmth dried the soil and her clothes. He could not regrow her flowers, but he did fill her with his love.

Wanting to be together, knowing the wrath of Lyric, he resolved to release her from the island prison. He used the sun's warmth to boil the seas and create a path of dryness for her to cross the sea to reach the next shore, and inland they escaped where Lyric's waters could not harm them.

But that's not the end of the tale. Water and flowers are forever hand in hand, always.

[dapper-shipping-forever]

POV you're Lyric and the girl you are obsessed about is kidnapped directly before both your weddings and the second time everybody can see she prefers being kidnapped. Can't relate. Lmao