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i. Flower Ring (douma x gn!reader)
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CW α douma (i think he's a warning himself), slight ooc! douma, implied death, attempt at comfort and humor
ππΊπππππ/π α douma x gn!reader
ππππ½ πΌππππ α 909 words
summary α there's something wrong with the place you are staying, you know it deep down. however, you can't seem to understand what set this place so differently from other temples. so what do you do when you are faced with uncertainty and unease? you do something very familiar to you! in this case a flower ring.
ππππΎ/π α yes i did edit this post. this is not what i originally written way back in 2022, that one felt ugly to me so i made a new one with the same prompt (lol). i don't know what to call this attempt but here you go. multiple grammatical/typographical errors can be found in here, english is not my first language!
Run.Β
Run far away and escape.Β
Run for your life and never look back, leave now.Β
Maybe it was the winds, or maybe it was the nocturnal animals roaming at this hour, but one thing is certain. You must leave now. Indeed it is a nice night, quiet, slight breeze of winds from time to time, and almost peaceful. It wasnβt odd, no, in fact it seems like this is how the garden is every time the sun dips down and shines its final ray for the day. But somehow this night is different from the countless nights you have spent at this sanctuary.
Is it really a sanctuary? Perhaps yes, it feels like one to you and to countless people residing in this very temple. However, you canβt deny something is odd in this place, maybe it was your head making things as it didnβt know how to function properly when you donβt need to be on high alert. A coping mechanism? Perhaps, after all, have you even felt peace and safety before you stumble onto these walls? The world outside is cruel, youβre sure of that; it was never kind, gentle, or forgiving. It would chew you up, spit you then blame you for being so appetizing. Was it your fault that the world wonβt stop for you? No, not at all.Β
Some hearts and souls are just too pure for this place. Is it enough justification to mend the bruises and hurt you have experienced? No, but the world keeps spinning and you have to move along with it. Youβll get used to it and become part of your routine. However, your life inside the Eternal Paradise Faith is different, yes, it feels like heaven compared to outside the walls of the temple, yet you feel like something is lurking beneath you.Β
Unsettling? Odd? Unfamiliar? Or Sinister?Β
Maybe it's just your fragile devotion and faith to the supreme being speaking and manifesting itself; he doesnβt mind that though, if he could feel what you have experienced outside, heβd probably be doubtful of anyone promising salvation. But, if you take his words to heart, one of them wasnβt a lie or an attempt at comfort and justification, it was the truth about himself. Heβd take you somewhere, a line you can trust. It was the truth after all, heβd take you somewhere you can reside, somewhere safe, peaceful, and perfect.Β And that is exactly his plan tonight.Β
Itβs late. if demons exist just like what the elders have told you, youβd probably be a dinner meal right now or dessert whichever you prefer to view it as, and yet here you are still in the garden. Although the night can hide some ugly truths, or conceal dangers beneath its cool breeze and peaceful facade, you canβt deny its beauty and charms. The sky was clear, you can see millions of stars dance around the night sky illuminating it. Giving it an ethereal glow, as if a celestial being is about to descend from the sky.Β
The twinkling of the stars gives you enough light to clearly view the garden space. It was pretty even at night. Perfect space to do what you always do to calm yourself. Others might use this time to sleep, write poems, build things, or maybe perfect their craft. But when times like this strike, and your fragile belief in him crumbles bit by bit, you always find yourself weaving flowers into a ring. It wasnβt new to you, your fingers smoothly danced with each other to create a beautiful but fragile ring.Β
It comforts you for a while before you hear those same whispers begging you to run. Maybe connecting red ixora together gives you assurance most of the time because it was the only thing familiar to you in this place or maybe because itβs a tangible representation of your devotion to this found family. You lived in these walls for so long now, and for so long youβve never felt alive, not even an ounce of it. But it's better than nothing, you told yourself. It felt more of a lie than comfort; truth be told.Β
βIβve always seen you in this place, is there something troubling you dearest?β A sharp voice called out, he's sharp and cold resembling an ice statue more than a human.Β
βI was just thinking, Iβd go to bed once I finished this ring.βΒ
βA ring? Your humor amused me, however, Iβm not seeing any gold or silver with you right now.β
βOh. It is made from flowers though, flowers from your own garden Douma.βΒ You showed him, the small ring sitting pretty at your hand. He gets closer, just enough to look at the ring more clearly. Adorable, he thought. In his mind, everything is perfect and at the right moment as if fate finally aligned for you or him. He wouldnβt do this usually at the garden, but the night was perfect he couldnβt let this pass.Β
βHm, I see. It looks perfect on you. But I do have news to bring.β You looked at him, this time directly in his eyes. In those hypnotic kaleidoscope eyes, you saw something. Something is different within those eyes and yet looking at him all you could do was nod at his statement.
βIt seems the gods have picked the perfect day for your enlightenment my darling, it's time for you to travel to paradise.β
