aion
he once loved the sun
But they had just been flowers to him then. Particularly bright flowers, but just flowers.
Until he had gotten home and heard the rumors. A field of gems, carved into the shape of wildflowers, crafted by the gods. Only then had he realized what they actually were, and why they were growing in a blood-soaked land that even the hardiest of grasses avoided growing in.
So he had convinced Eros to go back with him, to see this “miracle” for themselves, up close and personal this time.
“For you?” he asks, a crooked smile playing at his lips as he plucks one long-stemmed flower, and holds it out to his beloved. It was reminiscent of a rose, with sharp pink petals that that faded to blush, nearly white edges. It glitters like a diamond in the sunlight, the wind turning to music as it danced between each petal.
@eros "speaks"
no one ever told him not to pick the flowers
***STAFF EDIT
@Aion has rolled a 6! He has been awarded +150 signos for interacting with the flowers.