Flowers, creeping vines, thick, proud stalks and sonograph blossoms, frayed-edge petals and fragrant sprays; each kind held their value for the delicate one. They reminded her of the uniqueness of people, for no life was the same, and neither were the leaves or petals that made up the rampant flora that encompassed her little home. There was a particular striking breed of poppies that were growing along the back glen strip behind her cottage, in fact, that reminded her of crimson eyes.
Crimson eyes, a garnet's finest cast of light from a wayward beam of sunlight; such a fierce color, so rich and eye-catching. They spoke of fires long left behind, of sulfur and the lingering taste of smoke; Lazarus... Her demon counterpart, the missing piece of her anima, the voice that called her to Fall. Her Crimson Guard, the voice that stilled her torment through the nights that Raithmoore held her captive, lulling her into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness when the pain threatened to shake her very soul from it's roots.
Lazarus.
Lazarus.
Lazarus.
"My missing piece..." Soft, mellifluous, thick with tenderness and a smile; her voice barely rose, a ghost of a noise even to her own ears. Lissome digits rose, brushing a stray petal on one of the flowers that lay in a basket about her arm. Missing piece indeed, sometime long ago, some small piece of star crossed with another star; and their need was born. Without knowing, without seeing; one felt the other, between the hellish planes of mortality and strife, to the harold of golden grace and feathers from above.
Somehow, through the years and the humanity they'd assumed, their meeting was finally achieved in the realm of Rhydin. The fallen seraphim had seen lesser miracles occur than theirs, but something deep down told her this luck was a short lived thing, if not only a small joy in the face of greater evils to come. This was not a thought to cater now, though; the sun was in the sky and a new trove of flowers were in bloom. There was much work to be done.
Work...
There was an idea the small woman had been contemplating. Lazarus often spent time away during the brighter hours, and just where he went she wasn't sure, for the long face he always bore was too short lived to question. Every time those crimson eyes found her, they seemed to come alive, and though it was a reaction the owlish woman would never grow unused to seeing, one could only spend so many hours by their lonesome with greenery for their company. Recent visits with a certain Ogre, Throx Skullcrusher, had colored the delicate maid curious. Throughout the markets where the large, lumbering creature lived and worked, were a myriad of shops; this she knew, for she?d been their often in this demeanor and the prior. What Laoell failed to notice though, was that there were only a small number of flower shops and green-houses.
A small one in particular caught the little lady?s eye, and after a slow, leisurely stroll with her large companion around the shop?s commons, dark eyes had garnered the attention of the owner?s whizzened form from the back of the building. A small conversation ensued, and a delicate touch from the maiden rendered the beginnings of a deal?
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Crimson eyes, a garnet's finest cast of light from a wayward beam of sunlight; such a fierce color, so rich and eye-catching. They spoke of fires long left behind, of sulfur and the lingering taste of smoke; Lazarus... Her demon counterpart, the missing piece of her anima, the voice that called her to Fall. Her Crimson Guard, the voice that stilled her torment through the nights that Raithmoore held her captive, lulling her into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness when the pain threatened to shake her very soul from it's roots.
Lazarus.
Lazarus.
Lazarus.
"My missing piece..." Soft, mellifluous, thick with tenderness and a smile; her voice barely rose, a ghost of a noise even to her own ears. Lissome digits rose, brushing a stray petal on one of the flowers that lay in a basket about her arm. Missing piece indeed, sometime long ago, some small piece of star crossed with another star; and their need was born. Without knowing, without seeing; one felt the other, between the hellish planes of mortality and strife, to the harold of golden grace and feathers from above.
Somehow, through the years and the humanity they'd assumed, their meeting was finally achieved in the realm of Rhydin. The fallen seraphim had seen lesser miracles occur than theirs, but something deep down told her this luck was a short lived thing, if not only a small joy in the face of greater evils to come. This was not a thought to cater now, though; the sun was in the sky and a new trove of flowers were in bloom. There was much work to be done.
Work...
There was an idea the small woman had been contemplating. Lazarus often spent time away during the brighter hours, and just where he went she wasn't sure, for the long face he always bore was too short lived to question. Every time those crimson eyes found her, they seemed to come alive, and though it was a reaction the owlish woman would never grow unused to seeing, one could only spend so many hours by their lonesome with greenery for their company. Recent visits with a certain Ogre, Throx Skullcrusher, had colored the delicate maid curious. Throughout the markets where the large, lumbering creature lived and worked, were a myriad of shops; this she knew, for she?d been their often in this demeanor and the prior. What Laoell failed to notice though, was that there were only a small number of flower shops and green-houses.
A small one in particular caught the little lady?s eye, and after a slow, leisurely stroll with her large companion around the shop?s commons, dark eyes had garnered the attention of the owner?s whizzened form from the back of the building. A small conversation ensued, and a delicate touch from the maiden rendered the beginnings of a deal?
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