Post by resonate on Oct 4, 2012 13:34:22 GMT -5
| [cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][style=width: 400px;][style=font-family: trebuchet ms; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; padding: 10 0 5 0;]As their castles crumble slowly We watch 'em fall The crown slips from heads unworthy . . .[/style][style=float: left; margin: 20px; border: 1px #666666 solid;]  [/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12.5px; text-align: justify;]Tell me, how would you define family? Is family those who passed on their genetics to you? Is it the people you surround yourself with? The people you grew up with? Maybe it's simply the people you care about? To Maria Nobelle, family is a complicated word, full of twists and turns. A story with only six letters, each as twisted and broken as the last. And yet, somehow it's the thing she's always wanted. A family. Her father didn't count, he had certainly had a part in bringing her into the world but he was pathetic. A waste of the air he took in. She didn't need him and she didn't need her lying, backstabbing mother either.No, what she needed was... friends, maybe. Someone to talk with, someone to share her feelings with, discuss the world's current happenings. But she would have to be careful who she dealt with, friends had a tendency of disappearing on her. Perhaps her flowers would keep her company until the end of her days, until she was pushing up the very daisies she had cultured. A slow day today in the florist shop. Then again not many villagers were in need of flowers on a day-to-day basis. Weddings were the usual commission, sometimes birthdays, rarely parties or feasts. Maria took a bored glance at her schedule, scanning her eyes over the appointments as her hand supported her tired head. The soft aroma of rose petals drifted into her nostrils as light flooded in from the vast glass door, coating the many petunias in a brighter shade. The rain had stopped, finally, though there were still several murky clouds scattered over the island. Perhaps it would rain again soon. A quick glance up at her shop made the wash of dull greens specked with many bright flashes of color, the reds, blues, yellows and pinks of the flower beds. And tucked into the tiny little corner, the nightshade plants, kept away from the public eye. Businessmen, pirates, marines, all of them came here from time to time looking for poisons or the ingredients to make such. She didn't question their motives, she could make a pretty good guess anyway. It was business and most days it was the thing that kept her shop afloat. Of course, the marines always got the worst deals. Maria hated dealing with them. No man is above the law even if he enforces it, yet these marines strut into her shop and expect to get their goods for free? She'd rather place an arrow between their eyes. With a disapproving grunt she moved over to the flowerbed with the black-headed roses, a small amount of deep purple at the tips of their petals. It seemed one was about to die, the one on the far left. It was most likely just it's time, it was the first one planted after all. Though it told Maria that eventually all of them in the flowerbed would die, as the rest of the roses were not planted too much later. A sad sigh escaped her lips, before she patted the head of the rose lightly. It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful specimen... but it had to be done, right? It was a mercy on the poor old guy. Snatching her gladius up from the counter quickly, with a methodical swipe all that was left was a small green shoot coming from the ground. Hopefully, when that degraded, it would extend the lifetime of the other roses but it wasn't guaranteed. Maria then placed the black-headed rose into the rather small compost heap in the back corner, before returning to her appointment book. It's a shame that one had to die to save the others...[/style][/style] | |
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