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songerein2021-09-09 08:17 pm
lonelysmiles) wrote in songerein2021-09-09 08:17 pm
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[OPEN] Butterflies and Flowers
Who: Alastor, anyone who wants to catch the demon deer off-guard
Which: Log, Open
Where: A large patch of wildflowers just outside Reverein itself.
What: Thinking he's alone, Alastor lets some of his "big bad Radio Demon" persona slip.
Warnings: At least one blatant reference to Bambi
Flowers existed in Hell though they typically tended to be the flowers that had a bone to pick with the rest of the world: They were poisonous or bore thorns if not both. Roses were actually quite common in Hell, as beautiful and thorny as ever. Their velvet petals were always so tempting, prompting Alastor to reach out to pick one of the flowers even though he knew the flower would instantly wilt at his touch. Even if he didn't pick the blossom, it would simply droop as a lone dead bloom in an otherwise healthy rosebush.
He'd never thought he'd miss such a simple thing. However, ninety years without being able to touch those enticing velvety petals or to pick a flower and place it in his lapel made him long for such an insignificant thing. Hell's punishments could be rather unique and cruel that way.
One thing Hell certainly didn't have were butterflies. When one fluttered over to land on his nose, the demon had been momentarily startled. Then he'd followed it as it fluttered off, charmed by the little creature's audacity and curious as to where it was going. It had led him to a patch of wildflowers just outside of town.
Alastor approached slowly, cautiously. He didn't want to frighten his tiny companion off. He reached out for one of the violets...then hesitated. Remembering the vine from the cleanup effort, he slowly removed one of his gloves before reaching out to stroke the delicate petals. He braced himself for the inevitable.
Only it didn't die.
Without thinking, he slowly settled down to sit on his knees, simply stroking the flower's petals with his clawed fingers. His ears were pricked up and his smile less forced as he indulged in the sensation, completely unaware of anyone who might observe his lapse.
Which: Log, Open
Where: A large patch of wildflowers just outside Reverein itself.
What: Thinking he's alone, Alastor lets some of his "big bad Radio Demon" persona slip.
Warnings: At least one blatant reference to Bambi
Flowers existed in Hell though they typically tended to be the flowers that had a bone to pick with the rest of the world: They were poisonous or bore thorns if not both. Roses were actually quite common in Hell, as beautiful and thorny as ever. Their velvet petals were always so tempting, prompting Alastor to reach out to pick one of the flowers even though he knew the flower would instantly wilt at his touch. Even if he didn't pick the blossom, it would simply droop as a lone dead bloom in an otherwise healthy rosebush.
He'd never thought he'd miss such a simple thing. However, ninety years without being able to touch those enticing velvety petals or to pick a flower and place it in his lapel made him long for such an insignificant thing. Hell's punishments could be rather unique and cruel that way.
One thing Hell certainly didn't have were butterflies. When one fluttered over to land on his nose, the demon had been momentarily startled. Then he'd followed it as it fluttered off, charmed by the little creature's audacity and curious as to where it was going. It had led him to a patch of wildflowers just outside of town.
Alastor approached slowly, cautiously. He didn't want to frighten his tiny companion off. He reached out for one of the violets...then hesitated. Remembering the vine from the cleanup effort, he slowly removed one of his gloves before reaching out to stroke the delicate petals. He braced himself for the inevitable.
Only it didn't die.
Without thinking, he slowly settled down to sit on his knees, simply stroking the flower's petals with his clawed fingers. His ears were pricked up and his smile less forced as he indulged in the sensation, completely unaware of anyone who might observe his lapse.
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"How delightful! If they shuffle things around every day, it'll keep everyone on their toes!"
It'd certainly be worth it to pass by the cafe somewhat regularly to check in and see what was in stock by watching the reactions of the various patrons.