❪ ID : @kindeaths ❫
underneath the canopy of blossoming cherry trees , petals danced with the breeze in a delicate waltz during the setting sun . golden hues of sunlight filtered through the branches , casting a warm glow upon the concrete path . the songstress strolled along and the faint scent of roses and jasmine lingered in the air , weaving a tapestry of fragrant whispers around her .
amidst this picturesque scene , she spied a figure standing by a florist's cart , their silhouette bathed in the soft glow of afternoon sunlight . their presence , like a lone rose amidst a field of wildflowers , captivated her attention . the firebird within her clawing , cooing , at the power sweeping toward her in thick waves .
she approached with silent steps . she was a slave to whatever status
this being possessed , whatever abilities they may weld . her chocolate - coloured eyes alight with gentle intrigue .
" the language of flowers , " she mused softly , a smile playing on her lips as she leaned over to gaze at the blossoms on display . glancing over to observe the stranger's contemplative expression , she dug out her wallet and let the coins fall into the florist's palm .
she picked up a single crimson rose before handing it to the stranger . " a token of affection , perhaps ? " her heart beat within her chest , banging against her ribs in a thunderous melody while she held her breath , silently waiting .