A Pretty Flower
Mar 6, 2017 4:11:15 GMT -5
Post by Farfalla Rousseau on Mar 6, 2017 4:11:15 GMT -5
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It seemed everything had deteriorated much quicker than the boy could keep up with, the pieces of the puzzle falling from his hands and leaving him confused and defeated. The first woman he had loved had left him - Told him to go home, no less. With as much miscommunication as they had, it was almost expected, but that didn’t make it any less painful for him to experience. Go home, she said… He had been humiliated earlier as well. Gods, why did he have to be at the wrong place at the wrong time? Hardly was he greedy, but the one time he spoke out against the disrespect made toward him in order to establish himself properly, and he was labeled the wrongdoer. A hand was laid upon him, and he was expected to just take it. How unbelievable.
It angered him to be left in such a state. He always took his losses like a champion, but this was the one time he cursed everything he could. Damn it all, he thought. He didn’t deserve this sort of treatment, not after molding himself into the able bodied youth he was now. Small, but he had a big heart and the right mind to go with it. If only he was taken more seriously and not like some child with an ego issue. He wasn’t to blame, he thought. Had he been like every other male Au Ra, he wouldn’t be dealing with such luck.
“Damn this body…” He muttered, digging the metallic fingers of the prosthetic into his other arm, leaving a crude mark upon him without much thought, and it didn’t stop there, clawing at his face whilst he quietly grumbled. He almost expected to peel the skin off to be reborn as some handsome man worthy of respect, but unlike the butterfly on his cheek, he was incapable of such a feat. He hated how he looked, he hated it - despised himself for being so small, so beauteous and not some man worthy of admiration. If only he looked like an adult… Today definitely kicked his self esteem into dangerous levels, quite frankly just wanting to go and lay himself down and sleep for days to come. Alone time was clearly what he needed, but somehow, he didn’t know how to handle how to be alone.
Ever since Star had come to stay, she had surfaced an unconscious fear of being left alone, abandoned more so. He didn’t like being alone, and yet here he was, left alone to his thoughts, all because he cried out in anger for once. Just once… But alas, there was no use letting it linger. He’d never get away from people like that. He’d never stop getting treated like a child. He’d have to kill every primal ever with just one arm to get people to bat an eye at him, much less acknowledge he was anything but feeble…
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Upon entering his home and escaping from the rain, the drenched boy weakly closed the door behind him, not even locking it out of the lack of caring for it. Whilst he made efforts to keep himself from crying, a rather vivid color had been seen out of the corner of his eye. Turning to it, he came to realize the plants he had been growing had finally blossomed. Yet, seeing them only made him much more hurt than content.
Pink cherry blossoms… The ones he’d been growing for her all these weeks. They looked so beautiful, so frail yet elegant in stature. Wiping at his face, he examined the plants with care, unable to bring himself to touch it in fear of ruining the beauty of it with his dirty hands. He was to make a corsage for Star, finding it something worthy of her looks. Now, they served no real purpose. Decoration, maybe. He was tempted to throw it away, but despite the anger and sadness that raged in his body, something had managed to convince him otherwise. No… He’s better than this. Much better.
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Farfalla had gone through with what he had promised. Within the left palm of his rested the pink colored corsage, having been made with such care and finesse, one would almost think of it as a glass ornament. He was no master alchemist, but he knew how things worked to craft such a piece of art. Even if he had no one to give it to anymore, he would keep it anyways. Hidden away in his desk, but still - It’d be there for later. Just in case.