May Drabble Theme: Flowers
Words: 401
Summery: Weird little piece on Eiri.
They call it the flower of youth. Or being in full bloom. Blossoming, budding. He had once been a tiny bud, ready to bloom. But, he had been crushed underfoot, by the one who should have been his gardener. Now he was just an empty, lifeless stem.
Yet, he was still alive, though, he might as well have been dead. In fact, he decided he was indeed dead, a mere ghost. And like all ghosts, he felt strong contempt and envy towards the living, towards those who were still in bloom.
Even those who would attempt to save him or at least preserve him, found his thorns almost too much to bear. The few who were able to tolerate the sharp pricks, still found it impossible to care for him, as if a path of briars was in the way.
He spent years like this, an eternity in which he ingested more poisons, so that he would never bloom again, so that he could never be trampled again. Then he met someone who was just about to blossom. An extraordinary someone.
The boy had seemed so delicate, like a pink rosebud. He should have been shredded by the thorns easily. Instead the boy braved the thorns and the path of briars, convinced that he would find a flower bud. Or at the very least, that he could make one grow where so many others had failed before him.
He tried everything to turn the boy back, just coming short of destroying the boy's own blossom. Maybe if he had gone that far, the boy would have failed. But, he failed and the boy managed to break through. Of course, even the boy couldn't make him blossom right away. But, suddenly, he was nourished.
Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised. Yet, maybe it was that first day he smiled out of kindness after so many years, but whenever it was, he realized that a tiny bud had formed. Just a tiny one. Yet still, it was there, not ready to go away.
He kept quiet about it at first, but nonetheless, he made a vow: he wouldn't let it die this time. This time, he'd try to save it, if for no other reason than for the sake of his new gardener. Or maybe, if he had to be honest, it was more for himself than for the sake of anyone else.