Child of Flowers

The man who had been harassing her quickly backed away, his eyes darting between them before turning to run.

Feyise laughed outright, disregarding what was proper for a lady and crossed her arms behind her back. “That was delightful! Thank you so much!”

She turned to face him, a smile gracing her lips. “…May I please know the name of my savior..?”

Wow- That felt awesome! That guy just- Booked it out of there! Hah! He really could be intimidating! Just wait until his mother heard about this!

“M-My name? Oh- Ah-”

Cyrus had to mentally step back a moment, he’d nearly forgotten about the person he’d ‘saved’ from the man he’d been internally celebrating his victory against. A bright smile quickly spread across his face and hands were placed on his hips. The mist on his hand vanishing instantly.

“It takes a lot to get me worked up like that. He’s a repeat offender. I promise I’m not usually so scary.”

“Only when necessary, I promise~”

“As if I’d turn a blind eye to someone who needed help.”

A flick of his wrist brought a certain sparkle to his eyes and a soft, golden mist to his fingertips. Just what should he do to this.. Ruffian? Make them sneeze frogs? Defecate slime? Just what was it that others had told him his mother had done before? Something gruesome-- Something--

“I suggest you leave this young lady alone, otherwise I’ll have you shit out your intestines and drag them around with you a while before you die.”

❘ ♠ ❘ – “It’s much easier to be kindhearted rather than spiteful and shrouded in one’s negatives, especially in this world we live in…While I myself try my hand with magic, I’m not quite as skilled as mum is, nor am I as great with a sword like mother used to practice with.” 

Standing up from where he was rummaging through, the boy would place a hand on his hip and rubbed the back of his head. Silver eyes were closed for a moment before walking toward Rudolph’s side of the room, looking through his twin’s stuff before smiling to see his sketchbook had been hidden away by him. However, his smile would fade away the moment Cyrus asks him those two questions. 

“Biologically speaking, neither Rudolph or I are exactly normal either. We too, are also freaks…Ah, you’re not a disgrace to mother’s name. ‘You’re normal boy with normal knee’s’, is how mother would…Always oddly put it.” 

Letting out as small chuckle, he was always humored by that phrasing that Summer had told he and Rudolph on the occasion when she would visit their deep realm.  But he was not wrong, if Cyrus was a freak than so were they. A rather curious young man he was, so he asked on the subject of how they two managed to create them…His answer was well explained, most teenagers would most likely be disgusted, but it only made sense that their mum had used magic. 

Opening his sketchbook, Eros would begin to flip through various pages, each having something that happened to be in his line of sight on every page. Until finally stumbling on one page with the shades of red and black, there it was…There she was, handing over the sketchbook to his younger sibling. The blond would shrug his shoulders with a content facial expression. 

“Rudolph especially doesn’t have the room to talk, even I. See…Mum used magic to make us as well, though…I don’t think we were made on purpose, regardless we are here.”

“I don’t think anyone will best mum at magic--”

Cyrus watched his brother, shifting himself to his knees and bouncing a little on his brother’s bed. Though the moment his dear brother spoke of being a ‘freak’ he ceased bouncing and threw his hands down with an angry-ish noise.

“You are not! Nor is Rudolph! You two were made when both mama and mum were together! You- You were made of love! That makes you not freaks! Not at all! You’re my brothers! I love you! A-And mama said those things to you because you’re loved and normal and awesome!”

While on his knees Cyrus pumped his fists into the air simultaneously. He didn’t want either of his brothers to feel like they were bad, or didn’t belong, or-- How he was made to feel.. A sigh leaves him but whatever had come to his mind was wiped away the moment he was given Eros’ book. Green eyes focused on the page in question- Then widened.

“Th-This is mama?! Sh-She’s the pretty lady in my dreams!?”

Never had he met her- And yet-- He saw her nearly every night. That warm, caring smile that eased his nightmares and brought such peaceful sleep to him.. Tears once again spring to his eyes and he looks back at his brother. Gods- Maybe their mama wasn’t actually gone.. That- Or his mum had messed with something inside of him.. Either way, his heart fluttered with joy, and as he smiled a small red figure seemed to emerge from the paper- Like a small projection of the person drawn brought out by the will of the magic within him.

❘ ♠ ❘ – “He called me a blight the last time we had a fight, but that doesn’t mean he hates me. Rudy is just mad right now, he’s been angry since mom died, and that anger hasn’t led up unfortunately…So, we must be patient with him and forgive him for what he’s said because he truly doesn’t mean it, Cyrus…I think you know that, you’re just being blinded by negative emotions caused by this negative event. ”

He truly was the older brother of the three of them, stopping in his tracks for a moment, Eros had to shift a bit in picking more of his little brother up to make sure he did not drop him at all. Feeling Cyrus playfully knock his head against the side of his made him chuckle, only to turn his head to kiss the temple of his youngest brothers head. Eros was truly relieved to see that Cyrus had ceased his crying, he preferred to see his brother happy after all. 

Once the brothers had reached Eros & Rudolph’s private quarters, Eros would set the black haired male down on his bed gently with a warm smile on his face…Hand moving atop of his to ruffle messy locks of hair, to which he would stop to look through one of his drawers for his sketchbook. 

“I love you too, little brother…However, I’m not that strong, I’m lucky I can even hold you up…Rudy, well, he’s stronger than the two of us combined but he’s hot-headed.”

The younger couldn’t bring himself to speak on Rudolph’s hatred of him any longer. He’d just finished crying, he didn’t want to start again.. Thus he sighed softly and merely held onto his brother. Though, when he was put down he pouted a little- Especially when his hair was messed with! It looked messy normally, this wasn’t going to help!

“B-But you have the strong heart! Rudolph is the muscle man! I-I don’t have any of those things.. I’ll be lucky to be able to do magic or even toss a rock..”

Legs kicked lightly over the side of Eros’ bed, Cyrus watching him patiently as he searched for-- Something. Perhaps it was the thing he mentioned that’d show him their mama.. He really hoped it was. Though.. Even with that sparkle of excitement, their other brother’s bite still stung..

❘ ♠ ❘ – “He does not hate you, don’t think or say such things, Cyrus…It’s not good for you, he’s just upset still about mother…I’m still upset about mother’s death as well, but, I’ve come to accept the terms of possibly never seeing her again…I’ve mourned and kept moving forward because that’s what she would have wanted, Rudolph just needs more help seeing that, despite how fickle he is…”

Placing slender hands down to the back of Cyrus’ thighs, he picked him up with ease, he was going to carry his little brother back to their private quarters. Seeing as how the two boys shared a room together only seemed right, Rudolph perhaps was not there. 

“There’s nothing wrong with your hair, silly…It’s perfect the way it is, just like you…I have some drawing’s of mother in my part of shared room, Rudolph is probably at our make-shift memorial for mother…So no need to worry about seeing him, beloved brother.”

“Y-Yes he does.. H-He called me a thing.. Y-You don’t do that if you don’t hate someone..”

Cyrus laid his head on his brother’s shoulder once he was lifted. He loved his brother so much.. Eros made him feel warm, much like how their mum did. He was like one of those storybook princes, kind, loyal, strong.. Someone to look up to.

“I-I love you big brother.. I-I wish I could be as strong and cool as you and Rudolph..”

❘ ♠ ❘ – “I would not call the part of your hair that fades into red ‘weird’…Sure, I have mum’s hair, but out of both Rudolph and I you came out right…Sure, you don’t know what she looks like…But, I have somethings to give you to show you our mother, if you’d like.” 

Eros was a little artist when he was younger, he still is. He has sketches of Summer and Lady in his little notebook he keeps close to him at all times to remind himself of the happy family that used to be, he clings to it with dear life. Eros holds their Uncle Leo to his word when he said he would find a way to bring their mother back, it’s all the hope he has in this world to hear her, to see her, and hold her again. 

Wrapping his arms around his younger brother’s back, he began to pat at it and rub at his back…He knew Cyrus was fragile, he treated him delicately as he knows Summer would do the same.

“Mama Summer, she had parts of her hair that was black that dipped into red…Rudolph’s hair dips into blond at the tips of his hair, I’m completely blond, but your hair is the closest to mother’s by far.”  

“I didn’t come out right- Rudolph hates me..”

Maybe if he had their mum’s hair colour like Eros then he’d like him better.. Who knew.. Cyrus was so tired of being the black sheep of the family that he’d rip all of his hair out if it’d make them love him more. Even with that sharp pain in his chest, he nestled against his elder brother and tried his best to stop his weeping. Eros didn’t need this.. He deserved a cute, happy little brother..

“W-Wait is that why he hates me..? B-Big brother-- I-If I cut my h-hair off will Rudolph love me too-? You all loved mama so much- I wanna see mama too..”

❘ ♠ ❘ – “I beg to differ, Rudy is very wrong and very cruel at this time…You’re not a mistake, not at all, if anything mom made you with a purpose. After all, we are the last Rose’s of mother’s legacy…You aren’t just made from a piece of our mother, you’re made of love, Cyrus.” 

Gently stroking the top of his little brother’s head, he did not cease in giving the other love…Must his brothers be as stubborn as their mothers? Apparently so, seem’s he’s the only one out of this family that seem’s to have come to be the right mix of the two, it’s not without his own flaws either…Regardless, he moves the other’s arm’s away so that he may get a look at Cyrus’ face, even if he were to look away, Eros would do anything to get a look. 

“You look more like mother, than I. That is for sure, I’m jealous you have such pretty hair, Cyrus.”

Slowly, Eros’ words sank in as they were intended to and Cyrus’ tears began to flow again. He held so much love for his brothers.. Both of them.. So the pain from Rudolph’s words and actions still stung even with Eros’ sweetness.

“N-No you have the pretty hair-- I-I have weird red underneath.. Yours looks like mum’s..”

He sniffles, shifting himself to wrap his arms around his big brother’s neck and cling onto him. He needed the closeness of his family.. He was fragile, a bit of a cry baby too.. Neither mother was a cry baby..

@solismagica

❘ ♠ ❘ – The air at the time is uneasy, filled with anger and malice with words being spewed out without a thought. Coming from a place of hurt, Eros heard it all, but he waited for his twin to leave Cyrus be…That is when he stepped in, seeing the youngest of the brothers crying and holding himself truly broke his heart…Quietly, he knelt down in front of Cyrus, a hand patting the top of his head gently. Eros would open his mouth to speak with an empathetic tone of his voice, he truly knew the struggle this one had. 

“Please don’t cry, little brother…He knows not what he says, knowing him, he will regret it…We are all we have after all.”

Cyrus wanted nothing more than to just vanish. No matter what he did he’d never be loved by his brother- Hell he didn’t even know if the other brother felt the same way or not.. He hated it. He hated being the freak, being the one kid that apparently wasn’t wanted or needed. It hurt..

Even when the kinder of the twins came to him, Cyrus didn’t lift his head. The tears wouldn’t stop, even if he was patted in such a nice way.. He was just.. A magical mistake..

Instantly he’s tearing up, hands tightening to fists at his sides as he struggled to get himself under wraps. He couldn’t let it show that this bothered him, that it hurt him so deeply that he wished it would truly tear him apart and leave nothing behind. He hated himself as it was.. An unnecessary presence in the world. Why couldn’t he be loved or at least liked like his siblings were..?

“G-Go the hell away..!”

❘ ☾ ❘ – “Knock that off, you big baby.” 

The boy himself…He couldn’t take back what he’s said, no matter how angry he is, even he knew this time…He took his words too far, nothing could ever make up for what he’s said. Moving a hand out toward his youngest brother, he would curl his index finger and his thumb, releasing it against his forehead. Simply flicking him to spook him out of his crying, though that most likely would make it worse…Where was Eros at a time like this? Not by his side, not since their last fight.

Big baby? So crying made him hate him more? He’d never like him.. Would he..? A startled cry leaves him when he is struck by Rudolph’s fingernail, the flick only serving to make the volume of tears increase and sending the smaller scrambling back. Cyrus then tried to pull his knees as close to himself as he could, making himself smaller and hiding his face. He was a freak.. His brothers hated him.. That hurt.. That hurt a lot.. Weren’t big brothers supposed to love and help their younger siblings?