10-24-2019, 08:39 PM
Sierra’s voice trickled through the glacial slowness of his thoughts. Even the scents that usually distracted his nose were dismissed as he was drawn closer and closer to the petals beneath. He drew in a deep breath, but the normal scents of pollen and perfume were absent. A warmth blossomed his cheeks, and tenderly, Tristan cupped the plant in his palms. The warmth suffused his skin in such a way he hadn’t realized the chill of its absence. The veins continued to pulse and the gold of his eyes flickered with its radiance. A smile lightened his lips and a sort of peace settled.
A pinch of the fingers, and the stem of the flower came away from the earth. He stood, holding the treasure before him a moment, marveling at its preservation despite the severance from its roots, only to tuck it selfishly inside his jacket.
The warmth cradled his chest like Sierra's hands had done in the dream. He started to follow the female when the barest hint, like an exhalation of breath, tickled the back of his neck. He turned, gasping upon the sight at his feet. In the flower's place, two more buds uncurled, twice their heat beckoned.
Cautiously, Tristan plucked them again, only to smile victoriously when four additional ones sprang almost instantly to life.
A pinch of the fingers, and the stem of the flower came away from the earth. He stood, holding the treasure before him a moment, marveling at its preservation despite the severance from its roots, only to tuck it selfishly inside his jacket.
The warmth cradled his chest like Sierra's hands had done in the dream. He started to follow the female when the barest hint, like an exhalation of breath, tickled the back of his neck. He turned, gasping upon the sight at his feet. In the flower's place, two more buds uncurled, twice their heat beckoned.
Cautiously, Tristan plucked them again, only to smile victoriously when four additional ones sprang almost instantly to life.