FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES MEME
@niflim said: “ if only people could be more like flowers ”
“AREN’T THEY ALREADY?” Inquiry is not so much of condescension as it is some musing she can’t bite back. It’s a tender subject. To compare humanity to the delicacy of a flower, to the way it opens at the very first sight of warmth && light to embrace its nurturing. It’s so simple a thing, yet so intricately intimate all the same. Even one who has tasted war on her tongue && breathed in its damnation that now speckles her lungs can discern the tenderness that may lay in the flower bed. The way the rose yet clings to raindrops, hanging on to that moment as though its livelihood depended on it. As though that red, that deep red, would crack && fade to naught without the food of life, of pain && of happiness all the same, seeping deep into the stem so that it may carry to the roots && grow.
She goes to speak but hesitates in the given opportunity. But this itself is only a momentary instance, capitalized on in the sense of camaraderie formed over warring perpetuity. Even she is capable of delivering unto one some attempt of participation of his wish. “Mankind is just as delicate, if not more. All it takes is some form of neglect and it all withers away.” The truth in her words is so profound a thing that it even lingers in the basin of ultramarine gaze.
It branches out, constricts && entwines around the tincture of her eyes. For she knows well of the truth in her words not from witnessing it from the outside looking in, but rather from personal experience. To fall victim to a cruel, harsh reality without adequate guiding hands. She’d shaped a future with actions that trampled over the white roses of youth. Each step pricked the flesh, thorns dragging across flesh && forcing white innocence to drink deep the red of hardening heart.
“---It doesn’t take much.”
