#cirathiel

Have a Cir ♥

Especially when you get sent this crop

Aprelle 12, 1543; 1 hour after the Dawngate opened

The light of the explosion continued on, having all but eradicated mortal life within the vicinity of the blast. Near the gate was a lone guardian, immune to the effects; stains of blood on the ornate inscriptions of the gate, and a vacant suit of armor laying on the ground, the body of the owner burned away.

As the power dimmed and stabilized, the Dawngate began to realize itself in the empty eyes of nature. Where once there were ashes, trees sprang forth; taller and prouder. Where once wildlife lived, new creatures infused with the power of the spirits made themselves known; vessels for the considerable untapped Vim. And where intelligence and sentience found no purchase...

Silence encompassed the heart of the world for a brief moment. The night was still and the light of the world seemed to dim as a new being approached from above.

Moments like these,                                                                          (trust me) They'll come back to haunt you,                                                             (I know) Better to be the                                                                               first to leave

Than the last one to go

                                       and I can't be

                                                                 The one to tell you to end

                                               by Phantomemes

    ⊰ ☾ ⊱~; With an eyebrow raised higher than its mirrored pair, the demon let out an amused huff of air, not stopping the rhythmical movements he continued with in order to cut the roses off their too long stems. One by one they filled up the basket sitting next to the butler, their rich petals shyly awaiting their full bloom. “Don’t we all? There are infinite outcomes possible since depending on our chosen actions we trigger and open a possible new path which could lead to something greater or not.” Putting the last rose into the basket, the demon stood up, nimble fingers already reaching towards the pocket watch which silently ticked away the seconds, minutes, hours.....One look at its hands made him smile, there was still some extra time in order to water the soil of the flowers. “Why dwell on the past when it is the future, and the now that can be affected?”

   “Perhaps you would have been a sunflower, perhaps just a seedling that is trampled later...at least you are NOW aware, that you are THE THORNS of a bloodstained rose.” And to the end of his speech, the demon's eyes gleamed like the ruby lifted up to the sun; beautiful yet deadly since it’s beauty can charm you to follow it right to Hell.