[ he likes that too, tim snuggling in close and nuzzling against his neck, trusting him. the pollen has him flying so high he feels like he could run a marathon like this, holding tim up easily, never getting tired or even feeling like he's exerting himself. everything feels easy. even making the trek to his ~lair~ is easy, navigating the lushly overgrown, humid rooms. this may have been some kind of laboratory, once upon a time, hiding down beneath the warehouse cover. some of the plants are bioluminescent and give off soft light, gold specks of pollen floating in the air like glitter. the whole place smells like a hothouse jungle, wet soil and sap. leaves and green tendrils brush against both them as jason deftly navigates what might as well be underbrush, slipping through thick growth like an animal following the faintest track through deep woods. there are carnivorous plants, as evidenced by flashes of white bone amongst fallen leaves and broken concrete, but jason avoids them, too, with the ease of long familiarity.

and then there are the plants that are a little too interested in them, a little too mobile, wriggling over their clothes and caressing skin where they can find it like they know what they're after. jason is apparently used to being groped by plants, as he doesn't react to the reaching tendrils and even obediently slows once or twice to let them squirm over him, dark eyed and aroused. perhaps if ivy were here, the vines might have a more directed focus. or perhaps she'd given instructions that the stronger captives-- the ones that didn't succumb to the pollen, or die fighting each other with the surge of testosterone and aggressive instincts-- should be kept entertained until she wished to return for them.

either it's all too obvious that jason's destination is some spot deeper in the bowels of the whole thing, not nearer the surface. the walls here are completely overgrown, the floor soft with dirt and fallen leaves, and there's running water somewhere in a bright musical trickle. the overly friendly vines seem to be concentrated here as well, with lush blossoms twice the size of basketballs blooming everywhere and broad soft leaves as long as cars growing low on the ground, making a carpet. almost everything in here glows, and so do jason's eyes, his face going a little slack and soft as he breathes deep of the perfumed air.

the largest flower in the room is near the size of a couch itself, soft and inviting and fully of gently waving cilia as it unfurls for them, like it had been waiting. ]