Vague writing idea - darkness of innocence
After many days of loitering around the place, not that far from the palace filled to the brim with potential corpses that still spouted bullshit under the pretence of political intrigue, her exhausted legs brought her to this place.
A rundown shack, tucked away in the corner of the backyard probably meant for some use for some people at some point in time.
There, just at the front that melt into some type of garden, was a patch of grass.
Vivid and alive, kind of breathing, not yet dead.
Surprisingly so, as nothing pointed to another presence, someone that would take notice of this place, much less care for the quality of the grass. Whoever it may be, they did a fine job.
A bright happy sunflower stared at her. And she stared back.
Shifting closer, a fire lit within her, a warmth of a hearth coming from the flower.
After so many days scrapping by bits of stolen food, to keep out of sight for the moment, constantly on guard, never a break to relax for a second, the last moments with her family before the plan set in motion slowly blurred, not yet vanishing.
Now, the bright and sharp tones of the flower brought back the image of a toothy smile of one happy boy. A friend. A brother.
This little shit loving to lay siege to the garden.
A chuckle escaped her usually sassy mouth.
The gardener proclaimed to be the fourth heir.
With his green thumb all flowers gained colours, so vibrant, so cheeky, so elegant.
A true prince of the gardens.
Even if she wanted to stop, a small smile grace her weary face. A thought popped up, quite randomly, in her mind.
I didn't know that innocence had such a welcoming darkness inside
The edges so bright, not at all alike the softness of the corruption.
