It doesn't take long for the effect of the lingering magic to show itself. Around the headboard and bed frame in general, tiny green seedlings will start to appear. Growing at a rate that is undeniably supernatural, but somehow more gentle than the great thorns they left at the Sanctuary, they curl and twist into a series of small rose vines.
Unlike the Queen's vines, they are small and fragile, with tiny little prickles instead of deadly thorns. It's more like flowers being painted into an art piece than something meant to be aggressive, like a weapon or an attack dog.
Soon after the plants start growing, they will begin blossoming with tiny roses, in a pink that matches Steven's wings. That same magic lingers inside of them - not like the Queen's, not quite like Greg's, but maybe something in between.
All the while, Steven breathes softly, his exhausted slumber drifting into something a little more peaceful.
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Unlike the Queen's vines, they are small and fragile, with tiny little prickles instead of deadly thorns. It's more like flowers being painted into an art piece than something meant to be aggressive, like a weapon or an attack dog.
Soon after the plants start growing, they will begin blossoming with tiny roses, in a pink that matches Steven's wings. That same magic lingers inside of them - not like the Queen's, not quite like Greg's, but maybe something in between.
All the while, Steven breathes softly, his exhausted slumber drifting into something a little more peaceful.