asilentfighter:
“I bet the scent around the house was nice.”
And with how strong a polar bear’s sense of smell was, he could imagine that the flowers could be felt inside the house by them too.
Though that garden was more than likely destroyed along with the house. So many things gone, all because of one bomb.
“I would like to go there, one day.”
He did like looking at the stars, and he liked mountains. Maybe he could plan it for a summer night, so he could cool off there with some drinks and a nice view.
The bear glances up at the statue again. He seemed to have been the opposite of her, for a while. She’d brought life, and he’d brought death and suffering. She seemed to have been a very positive person, while he’d been angry for so long.
“I wish I could have made them proud.”
“It was really something. Every season, there were different plants. I understand that different things grow in different seasons, but there are also things that grow in all seasons that are much less effort. But no, he went through the effort to make it different every time. I’m sure he would have been itching to teach you the same thing.”
She wasn’t sure how much gardening this guy did, but she knew how much his dad loved it. Always a different scent wafting around that house, but it was always a beautiful one. She used to want to stomp on them, honestly. Just to make him feel bad. But she never did, and she was so happy she didn’t. So happy she hadn’t hurt him that way. It just wasn’t worth it.
“It’s not far, and it’s not much of a hike. We could go there at pretty much any point. Though you get the best effect in winter. We’re so far north, that we get a few auroras in the winter seasons. Not common. But a few times a year. Your mother loved it. She used to say, it was like having the good parts of her homeland here. Snow, and auroras. Those occurrences were our most frequent trips up the mountain.”
She shakes her head.
“I’m sure you made them proud. They’re still here, even if you can’t directly speak to them. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my years, it’s that a good soul never truly dies. They’re still here, in this city. They always will be, until the end of time. And I’m sure they’re plenty proud of you for changing your life around when things got tough. You don’t hurt people anymore, and that’s what counts.
I don’t think either me or your mother could have expected you to fall for my biological son romantically, but. I doubt either of us would be complaining.”