❝ do you see how they brighten? ❞ the bloom is unnatural, wild and fantastical. caught between two focused hues, clawing and cloying for another then against each other. there is a smear of gold leaf marked across his left arm, not stained but intended, glistening fairly in the twilight. the stranger hums another lulling little tune. flowers are born. quietly he raises the blossom just before them, the stark red which is splattered and sprayed behind him grows fainter by the second. not quite forgotten, but not drawing his attention any further.
another click goes off as he swerves his heel, the flower now let go from his grasp and falling to the ground. it shatters like glass. ❝ tell me, should i give a name to this piece? or shall i leave them to be blissfully nameless. ❞
♡ @lazarae
