title: the roses admiration.
author: tonya
date: 11.19.08
setting: the private rose garden at blood pledge castle.
comments: i set out to write an (extremely) short story about yurram along while ago-- i had the entire thing in my head, but never really got around to it. i wanted it to be more like the series (in a way), hinting at their relationship and not pointing it straight out. ne? i guess i did that. tho, this is more about the roses than yurram. haha, i'll have to write another then.
for now, i hope you enjoy c:
dedicated to ojou, who unknowingly inspired to to write again.
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the roses admiration.
A gentle breeze ruffled delicate petals. Their leaves swayed with an irritated swagger and blooms nodded in an abstract understanding. This soft, yet uncomfortable draft came as the main door slammed open, nearly shattering as it crashed into the delicate wall behind it. The disgruntled roses soon regained their composure as they noticed their King struggling to close the door.
A storm was raging.
This cool air grew in strength as the storm continued to assault the crystal prison. The harsh wind demanded the roses to bow before their majesty, forcing their beautiful petals to brush the ground. Deeply set roots strained to keep the stalks fixed to the ground. Petals began to come loose. First one, then another let go. The roses were nearly at their limit, but--
--in an instant, the air settled.
The distraught flowers fell slowly back into place. Their Savior, and King, had finally closed the door, protecting them from the sudden storm.
A multitude of ruffled roses tried to regain their dignity. Leaves quivered to shake off stray drops of rain while the petals preened, rearranging themselves into something of a semblance of their former beauty. Yet still, their majesty passed without a second glance.
A rose withered and fell.
Sandstone soaked the water that so generously poured from the young King, nearly drying the bottom of his shoes by the time he reached the large steps that led to a raised landing in the middle of the glass conservatory. One by one, his weary feet took the steps, each one a victory in battle. Petals pushed themselves open in admiration for their King's strong determination.
Silent screams irrupted as the final step was taken and the war was over.
A gentle sigh brushed over the nearest roses; the others bristled with envy.
"I see you've been watering my roses for me,--"
All roses snapped to attention. This was the person who loved them most, who took care of them personally. If one person loved them more than any other, this was him. A respectful awe befell the roses, as did a gentle tingle of fear. A danger lingered about this man's caring fingertips. A spark forever ingrained in the man so similar to the roses themselves.
"--along with my entry.. my path.. my steps.. and the place you now stand." A beautiful blonde spoke as he stepped out from behind a particularly large planter, watering can in hand.
A gentle chuckle resounded amid the roses, sending a gentle quiver amongst them.
"Sorry, Wolfram, that storm came out of nowhere!" The King replied, using a renewed energy from a suspectable source. "I felt like all the sky was falling straight down on to Blood Pledge castle!"
"Only a wimp would get caught in a rainstorm." The lovely prince spoke, being perfectly dry himself. A glare from the King and a soon-coming towel quickly resolved the matter. Then both settled in for a quiet evening in the private glass conservatory.
The storm raged fiercely outside, yet a companionable atmosphere had fitted the rose garden.
Roses swayed in appreciation.
The lights flickered.
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haha, i need to do a follow up for when the lights go out :D
