[oneshot] Flowers In Your Hair
Flowers In Your Hair
Author : mizuno_hikaru
Pairing : Akame au
Rating : PG15
Beta : eshwarrykinney
Summary : Have you ever, ever love someone so much until it hurts ?
Warning : Kinda angst. Twisted. Beware.
A/N : Taken from second people’s pov. I listened to Ayaka’s Konya Mo Hoshi Ni Dakarete endlessly, and I decided to insert some of the lyrics into the story.
Extra : The flower in the story is Higanbana or Manjushage. It means Red Spider Lily, and this flower is well-known as a bad omen-since it often grows near the cemetery and blooms in storm season. Its flower language means ‘never to meet again’ like the origin of its etimology.
It’s the most beautiful flower you’ve seen in your life.
Crimson red, elegantly dances when the wind blows, like a flare. There’s something in it which attracts you, its sorrowful aura is scary and suffocating, and you’re immersed-drown, down, deep, without any struggle.
He gave it to you, burying them in your hair, tiny smile on the corner of his lips. It’s red everywhere, and the word pyro came into your mind: you felt like he’s drowning you into an ocean of fire. You saw your own reflections on his eyes, and wondered if it’s only your imagination or the stars are really gone from his dark, deep orbs.
But it’s sweet, the kisses he gave you, it’s sinfully sweet and you’re addicted to it.
It’s a Lycoris, he told you, a red Spider Lily. You smiled as you already knew the name of the flower even before he told you, and you knew it was famous for bad omen. But you didn’t care. Because you like them and he gave those flowers for you.
Your body could feel his every drops of love as he embraced you next to his chest. His scent lingered in the air like a swooning mist, and you inhaled the familiar fragrance. It’s always musk and Sandalwood; a little bit spicy with tickles and it blended well with the Spider Lily’s fiery taste.
His hands caressed you cheeks, and the feelings of love spreads in your body-blooming like a Black Widow’s venom rushed into the veins. Have you ever, ever love someone so much till it hurts? It’s a paradox, because you knew, that if you love until it hurts…there can be no more hurt, only more love*.
That is the way you love him: unconditionally, you surrendered your whole heart to him, which he replied with his own. It’s an unbreakable bond, you insisted, after all in this world, the best place for feelings is are inside the heart.
He sang a lullaby for you, the melody cradled you into the sea of thousand fireflies, and you close your eyes. Sleep. Remember that I love you for eternity, no matter what.
You slept that night, and woke up in the next morning; tears fell from your eyes.
His part of the bed was empty and remained untouched, and you screamed. Screams, wails, loud and hysterical. Those sentences keep flowing in your mind: why ? why ? why ?
( why is he gone ?
why did he leave me alone ?
why ? why…?
why must it be him ?
why did death choose him ? )
You had turned into a star and I can’t touch you anymore…
You held the Spider Lily, and ironically, it’s still the most beautiful flower you’ve seen. Because you like them, and he gave them for you.
-End-
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* it’s a real quotes by Mother Teresa :
“I found the paradox; that if you love until it hurts,
There can be no more hurt, only more love.”
Author : mizuno_hikaru
Pairing : Akame au
Rating : PG15
Beta : eshwarrykinney
Summary : Have you ever, ever love someone so much until it hurts ?
Warning : Kinda angst. Twisted. Beware.
A/N : Taken from second people’s pov. I listened to Ayaka’s Konya Mo Hoshi Ni Dakarete endlessly, and I decided to insert some of the lyrics into the story.
Extra : The flower in the story is Higanbana or Manjushage. It means Red Spider Lily, and this flower is well-known as a bad omen-since it often grows near the cemetery and blooms in storm season. Its flower language means ‘never to meet again’ like the origin of its etimology.
It’s the most beautiful flower you’ve seen in your life.
Crimson red, elegantly dances when the wind blows, like a flare. There’s something in it which attracts you, its sorrowful aura is scary and suffocating, and you’re immersed-drown, down, deep, without any struggle.
He gave it to you, burying them in your hair, tiny smile on the corner of his lips. It’s red everywhere, and the word pyro came into your mind: you felt like he’s drowning you into an ocean of fire. You saw your own reflections on his eyes, and wondered if it’s only your imagination or the stars are really gone from his dark, deep orbs.
But it’s sweet, the kisses he gave you, it’s sinfully sweet and you’re addicted to it.
It’s a Lycoris, he told you, a red Spider Lily. You smiled as you already knew the name of the flower even before he told you, and you knew it was famous for bad omen. But you didn’t care. Because you like them and he gave those flowers for you.
Your body could feel his every drops of love as he embraced you next to his chest. His scent lingered in the air like a swooning mist, and you inhaled the familiar fragrance. It’s always musk and Sandalwood; a little bit spicy with tickles and it blended well with the Spider Lily’s fiery taste.
His hands caressed you cheeks, and the feelings of love spreads in your body-blooming like a Black Widow’s venom rushed into the veins. Have you ever, ever love someone so much till it hurts? It’s a paradox, because you knew, that if you love until it hurts…there can be no more hurt, only more love*.
That is the way you love him: unconditionally, you surrendered your whole heart to him, which he replied with his own. It’s an unbreakable bond, you insisted, after all in this world, the best place for feelings is are inside the heart.
He sang a lullaby for you, the melody cradled you into the sea of thousand fireflies, and you close your eyes. Sleep. Remember that I love you for eternity, no matter what.
You slept that night, and woke up in the next morning; tears fell from your eyes.
His part of the bed was empty and remained untouched, and you screamed. Screams, wails, loud and hysterical. Those sentences keep flowing in your mind: why ? why ? why ?
( why is he gone ?
why did he leave me alone ?
why ? why…?
why must it be him ?
why did death choose him ? )
You had turned into a star and I can’t touch you anymore…
You held the Spider Lily, and ironically, it’s still the most beautiful flower you’ve seen. Because you like them, and he gave them for you.
-End-
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* it’s a real quotes by Mother Teresa :
“I found the paradox; that if you love until it hurts,
There can be no more hurt, only more love.”