No matter how many times Knives reminded himself; those damned thorns still pricked him.
He always thought it was a shame that such beauty should have to protect itself in such a hideous manner.
And it was truly unfortunate that the creatures on this vile planet coveted the perfectly shaped petals enough to pluck them from life, ignoring the sharp points the flower put out to keep threats away; pulling and twisting their roots from the ground with such ferocity, one would think the beautiful flowers were of the dangerous kind. Poisoned.
Snipping their thick stems, cutting off their provisions and jettisoning them in water in an awkward attempt to keep the delicate beauty alive.
Starving, suffocating the plant of its life, allowing the sensual reds, and untainted whites to dry and crack, falling to the floor in crisp bits of brown.
All this destruction, all this torturous death, just to show affection for another, for a few days of a slow, painful, dieing display, when the rose's passing was just a preview of the couple's relationship.
It truly was a shame.
Of course, if the humans could justify killing the rose as a symbol of love for their brethren, Knives could justify killing the humans as a symbol of love for his brethren.
Not that he needed any justification.
It was, of course, the plants' fair turnabout. And it was only a matter of time before his dear twin would understand.
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My first attempt at writing from Knives' point of view... Be it so short... Pretty straight-forward...
Beta-read, and final title by Magnet-Rose. Lots of love to her, and FuzzieEars67!
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