[EVENT] Each One a Treasure

[Only]

  

“ there are bullet holes where my compassion used to be ”

The flowers sing and sigh and laugh in the eve of the night when Only happens across them.  In twilight with the sun burning behind them it looks like a field on fire.  Each gemstone, their shapes, every stalk, leaf, and vine sways and croons with alien life, magic.  He has heard this type of music before, wordless but not soundless, free and flowing and formless like the breeze which shapes them, moves them, and carries their enchanting melody up, away, and far.  


He would call it beautiful if he knew no better.

He calls it ominous, because he knows better.

He calls it dangerous, because he has known fields like this before.

Yet still, it draws him in. 


Come closer magic says.  Have a closer look, they invite him through a sweet song. Before he knows it he is knee deep in some sort of rainbow slurry of flora and all he can think about is picking one. He does not know that it is silently laced with a heavy curse beneath its shiny godless splendor. 


They are rosey and sweet. 

Honey and candy. 


They smell they way he wants them too - magic is so subjective, this he has learned through trade and over time, it will never matter what he imagines they might smell like. It Will Be.   He leans over his feet and runs his lips over the petals that threaten him sweetly.  Pick me, pick me.  He contemplates which shade of violet he likes ; The deep midnight purple colour that Tristan likes the most or should it be the soft pinkish purple that reminds him of lovely Florentine? 


The passionate mauve looks like budding bruises and Only hates it.  He hates it because Stephen likes how violent of a colour it is.  Immediately, Only tears the head off of the flower he hates the most.  It cracks between his hard white teeth, shatters when he bares down on it,  and falls in pieces, broken.  The song it sang whines and whirls in its ego death, the magic fleeing from something so beautiful and alive and now no more. 


It is fragmented and destroyed and lost in the tangle of eerie, unnatural browns and greens, Only steps over the pieces and moves on, disregarding all other blooms as he tries to leave the field without being distracted by all of the rest.

O N L Y
and there is violence in my heart

 

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***STAFF EDIT
@Only has rolled a 6! He has been awarded +150 signos for interacting with the flowers.