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A rose…
He was no fallen angel, but he was fallen. Before the betrayal, the tears and the firefly’s fall he had stood as something stronger, bolder and in no way delicate. The past showed him to be a logical genius, as favored by the Sensei’s and adults. Though he should have seen it, above all he should have seen it, for logic tells the propitiation so clearly, all great things fall. So it came, time marked the growing strength of his rival and the return of the Lunar’s source came back to haunt him, the deterioration of his idol-like stance budded. He became some so much more insubstantial yet so much more deadly.
A rose.
That’s what he dropped to. Petals composed of his wilting sanity, a stem being the only connection that held him to earth, to life, but act as a binding that forevermore held him to the roots of his past- such a wicked, and bittersweet tale –something he couldn’t forget without leaving the support of the world. Then the thorns. Pinpoints of blood drawing hate, the hate that tainted such a delicate beauty. In a way, those thorns stood, just like his mentally composed wall that held back those tidal waters, as his defense. A simple act of protection against a hand that might try to pluck such a rose- and kill it. The thorns that he also used to prevent anyone from getting close to him. But the most fragile and open place became a poisoning worry to strive to protect. Petals painted the deep ruby of blood, the bloom of his sane mind. Call it the highest splendor he only saw weakness. Weakness in how it wilted, weakness in how damn weak those crimson digits were. A rose. That’s what he had sunk to. A mere rose…
FEELING: gonk CAFFINE ENDURED HANGOVER- DUM dum DUM
 Leahtin · Thu Dec 14, 2006 @ 03:01am · 2 Comments |
