04. descent into her grave of flowers: aerith gainsborough
** read at your own discretion
Chapters - 1/1
Rating - K+
E-mail - tragedius@gmail.com
Summary - life spirals into a dead field of flowers.
Notes - au, surrealism, abstract, implied ocd, for _kinoko
it was like this:
in her perfectly stunning dress, she kneels in her paper garden and repeatedly strokes the fine edges of pseudo petals and stems.
there were once strange voices in her head that said:
"you can bleed your flesh and pour your heart into passion, but your green
thumb is nonexistent.
attempt to taste struggle and completion but --"
she refused to listen, you know, because she was-is-always determined.
so she cuts and arranges her imperfect flowers and said she'll make it grow.
it became this:
her imperfect world is made of paper, threads, and scissors.
so she goes to pray;
when you can do no more, always turn to --
god, she wonders what it would be like if she could make her garden grow.
(oh, mary, mary, quite contrary)
there's an abandoned church somewhere beyond the rubble, and she makes it her home. poor little girl in her pretty pink dress kneels before the broken altar and prays in the goodness of her beating heart that --
she leaves before she finishes.
but she comes back the next day and finds the wooden floorboards scattered with colourful weeds.
"this is yours to keep," the voices said to her.
she took those words to heart, you know.
and not-too-soon after:
her flowers were ruined by blue eyes, razor-like hair, and a purple suit.
later:
kidnapped and loved, perhaps. but it's all a blur, and all she could really think of was her paper garden she left behind.
"and what of the church flowers?" the voices asked.
they were never hers. they were never mine.
finally, this:
she's buried in a watery grave with no flowers, and she's sort of bitter and angry. but no one can see, no one can tell because she's hardly alive, and maybe she thinks it's her fault because of this sad, sick, wonderful adventure --
she left her paper garden for dead.