Flowers unfurling
I own nothing.
Lea of Mirkwood
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How young he is.
Too young to die.
Yet death comes to him.
Yes, I see it too.
He shivers with the knowledge, I see it in him.
Truly, Enjolras did feel a cold wind around his limbs, though there was no breeze. He had barred the doors, but there was no way out. He turned and turned, looking at wall and window. As he turned the dappled light from the candles threw patterns on his moon-pale skin. His hair, too, was roughed up. Flying free from it's ribbon, his hair floated around his fair face like smoke. In the growing light, the strands of gold lit up like a halo.
Shooting a flower.
The officer stood in front of him, aiming for his head. He drew back the hammer. Letting out a cry, he dropped his gun with a clatter.
"Truly, it is as if I am about to shoot a flower!"
Enjolras turned his marble face towards the youth. They could have been friends. Perhaps they were.
Flowers wither.
Enjolras looked as though he were ready to die.
No, he really does not want to die.
I can see it, though. Death calls to him.
The shadow falls over his face.
Perhaps this youth could have helped him. Perhaps he had once lent him a pot of ink in class when he had none. No one would ever know. In the last few moments before they began to aim, Enjolras felt complete. His flower, only a bud, began to uncurl and reach for the sun.
Death and heaven's light becomes him.
I should like to meet him.
His friends are already here.
"Two at one shot!" came the cry. "Will you permit it?"
The moment the two men clasped hands, Enjolras felt as though his heart would burst. He felt it pulsing in his chest, so alive, so alive and real.
The flower reached out its petals, wet with dew and reached towards the sunlight. Blinding light consumed all, and the most heart-breaking ache in his chest left him.
Light.
And the flower blooming, a white rose laying broken in a pool of his own blood.
Still reaching for the sun.
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Begun while sobbing, watching tenth anniversary performance and...sniff....turning the BARRICADES around. Sob, sniffle sniffle.
Abstract, doncha think? Tell me what you think.