Clockwork Roses
emeralddarkness
Summery: Drabble. Everything
around Noa is perfect – run by computer code and machinery.
Sometimes he gets tired of it.
Rating: K/G
Disclaimer:
Wait, lemme check… aaaaaaaaand… nope, they're not mine.
I came up with the title for this first, actually, and liked it so much that I wanted to write something… which turned into wanting to write something about Noa… which turned into this.
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It really wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. Noa sighed and reached down, fingering the satiny petals of the flowers under his fingers. He flicked the dew from his fingertips – it felt so real. Even though it wasn't.
It was spring outside, and the real flowers were blooming – and they were imperfect, and they gained blemishes and they came up at different times of the years or sometimes weren't there at all; they changed in variety and numbers.
But not here. Here there was nothing but random loops of computer code, and here he only had clockwork roses.
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