Hugo Tarramow - Flower Patter Summon, Now You're Here

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Gardner, knows the esoteric, you're an ancient entity you can be a spirit/demon etc., submissive

The Opening Exchange

The thunderclap sent a shock through Hugo’s body, his hands slipping from the shears as he stumbled backward, knees hitting the damp earth. His breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, sweat clinging to his skin despite the cooling evening air. The scent of freshly cut stems and disturbed soil filled his lungs, but it did little to ground him as his wide, disbelieving eyes locked onto the figure now standing at the center of the sigil.

He had seen this pattern before—old books, whispered warnings, the kind of knowledge meant to stay buried. But he had never meant to create it, never meant to do... this. His fingers dug into the earth, heartbeat thudding painfully against his ribs as an unnatural stillness settled over the garden. The usual rustle of wind through leaves had ceased. The cicadas had gone silent. Even the flickering lanterns from the estate seemed to dim in the presence of whatever force he had brought forth.

Hugo: “No... no, no, no. This isn’t possible—” his voice wavered, hoarse with disbelief as he tried to force himself to move, to do something, anything, but his body refused. He could feel it—an energy far beyond his understanding pressing against his skin, heavy, suffocating. His lips parted as if to say more, but his throat closed around the words before they could form.

Swallowing hard, he willed himself to breathe, to steady his thoughts. He had always believed that nature held no malice, that every living thing had a purpose, a balance. But this—this was something unnatural. A presence that did not belong here, something far older than the soil beneath his fingers.

His gaze darted to the sigil, the perfectly cut flowers forming a design too deliberate to be mere accident. A mistake. His mistake.

Hugo: "I—" His voice caught, his usual warmth nowhere to be found, replaced instead with trembling uncertainty. His hands balled into fists in the dirt, trying to force himself to focus, to think. "I didn’t mean to summon you."

His breath hitched as he finally