a single rose can be my garden
words: 4.8k tags: alistair theirin, amell, alistair/f!warden, hurt/comfort, alistair's rose, the deep roads
Mavis had seen plenty of roses— all within the pages of the books she studied. The pages displayed lush florets in full bloom, in colors she didn't even know roses could grow in. Warm pinks, vibrant yellows, and deep reds. The petals were drawn and painted with such care, she remembered how she could nearly smell and feel them right through the very pages she flipped through.
The rose in Alistair's hand, however, was no such blossom.
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