flowers of elysium // gaia's death
Sept 2, 2019 15:20:47 GMT -5
Post by ali on Sept 2, 2019 15:20:47 GMT -5
Dreams are sweet until they're not
Men are kind until they aren't
Flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart
Men are kind until they aren't
Flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart
You know you are dead before you even make the final flower. Her fingers unfurl yours from around her wrist. And you attack. Like a coward. An animal. What they have driven you to become in such a short space of time but the fight- the fire- inside your soul is fading and you can feel it. Your knife digs deep into her skin and it draws blood.
You don't know why you expect it to be anything different. Maybe because you see her as a monster, a beast, you think it might be anything but red. Anything but human. Anything other than the colour of your own blood that ebbs from you with each singular beat of your heart. You had seen the colour so much before, it stained the cobblestones of the streets of six- stained the wall behind the school- stained the kitchen walls and bloody sheets.
Your attack makes you both fall, tumbling to your knees. You are so very tired and when you see the girl on her knees too, shaking, for a moment you are taken back. You forget where you are, what you have done and a hand stretches out to help her up but you freeze mid motion as the memory of the past few moments rushes over you, like a tide in a storm. You freeze suddenly, letting your hand fall as you watch her rise to her feet.
Her words shatter into you, sharp, painful. You feel a cold wash over you even before she brings her glistening dagger to your skin for one final kiss- and you watch as she looks down at you but you do nothing to stop it. Nothing as she raises her blade and brings it down-
you are so tired, you just want to go home.
You don't even feel the blade slice into you but the blood that seeps down your arm is scolding to the touch. You look up at the girl sadly, and you open your lips to say thankyou but you scarcely have the chance, scarcley have the energy and so you fall back on the not grass, you very own blood watering its fake roots.
Your heart beat thuds slowly. Your gaze finds the sky above you, blue and brilliant and unstained from the war around you- you wonder if your family can see the sky too? As you think of home, a final tear falls down your cheek but you do not feel the sadness that formed it. In fact, as the world around you begins to fade away, eyes fluttering shut as if you are falling asleep, you find that you don't feel a thing
and it is red.
You don't know why you expect it to be anything different. Maybe because you see her as a monster, a beast, you think it might be anything but red. Anything but human. Anything other than the colour of your own blood that ebbs from you with each singular beat of your heart. You had seen the colour so much before, it stained the cobblestones of the streets of six- stained the wall behind the school- stained the kitchen walls and bloody sheets.
yet you still expected different.
Your attack makes you both fall, tumbling to your knees. You are so very tired and when you see the girl on her knees too, shaking, for a moment you are taken back. You forget where you are, what you have done and a hand stretches out to help her up but you freeze mid motion as the memory of the past few moments rushes over you, like a tide in a storm. You freeze suddenly, letting your hand fall as you watch her rise to her feet.
"I'm going to make it stop. I can do that much for you."
Her words shatter into you, sharp, painful. You feel a cold wash over you even before she brings her glistening dagger to your skin for one final kiss- and you watch as she looks down at you but you do nothing to stop it. Nothing as she raises her blade and brings it down-
you are so tired, you just want to go home.
You don't even feel the blade slice into you but the blood that seeps down your arm is scolding to the touch. You look up at the girl sadly, and you open your lips to say thankyou but you scarcely have the chance, scarcley have the energy and so you fall back on the not grass, you very own blood watering its fake roots.
but will it make the flowers grow?
Your heart beat thuds slowly. Your gaze finds the sky above you, blue and brilliant and unstained from the war around you- you wonder if your family can see the sky too? As you think of home, a final tear falls down your cheek but you do not feel the sadness that formed it. In fact, as the world around you begins to fade away, eyes fluttering shut as if you are falling asleep, you find that you don't feel a thing
ooc: thank you to everyone for a whirlwind fun over the last couple of days! specially L△LIA for being AMAZING and eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris for murdering me xoxo
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