Lost Fic: Don't Pick the Flowers
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alianoraTitle: Don’t Pick the Flowers
Author: alianora
Rating: PG
Summery: sequel to Mnemosyne’s Beggar’s for Roses because a pretty little story made me nervous and feel like she was up to something. Which she was. So this is all her fault, dammit.
YOU REALLY NEED TO READ HER STORY FIRST.
There were people here.
Walking through the garden, trailing their dirty fingers down what belonged to Him.
They better be careful.
He was close, and He would enjoy the taste of fresh meat.
Especially meat as tender as this.
It had been so long since the last ones. The last one had known enough to be afraid, but she thought that tending Him would save her. She was wrong.
But that was long ago, and these two did not seem to know how close they were to Him.
One was female, and glowing with new life. She was untouchable; of course, the island had already claimed her. She came so close though; He almost lost Himself, she smelled so sweet.
But the other.
The other had pain lurking beneath his fingernails. Haunted eyes and shaking hands.
And he owed the island a life.
Closer and closer they came, and the haunted one actually reached out a hand to touch Him.
That one would dare lay a hand on Him nearly made Him strike out in anger, but He could control Himself.
He waited for the hand to fall. He was hungry, and all it would take was one little touch.
But she grabbed the hand before it fell, reprimanding the haunted one gently.
And He was forbidden to touch her.
As they walked away, He seethed in anger.
Next time, He would not be so patient.
They would return. She would not want to leave His garden untended. It was, after all, the most beautiful place on the island.
And she would bring the haunted one with her.
He, the most beautiful flower in the garden, would be waiting.
Indigo orchids are rare, after all.
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Author: alianora
Rating: PG
Summery: sequel to Mnemosyne’s Beggar’s for Roses because a pretty little story made me nervous and feel like she was up to something. Which she was. So this is all her fault, dammit.
YOU REALLY NEED TO READ HER STORY FIRST.
There were people here.
Walking through the garden, trailing their dirty fingers down what belonged to Him.
They better be careful.
He was close, and He would enjoy the taste of fresh meat.
Especially meat as tender as this.
It had been so long since the last ones. The last one had known enough to be afraid, but she thought that tending Him would save her. She was wrong.
But that was long ago, and these two did not seem to know how close they were to Him.
One was female, and glowing with new life. She was untouchable; of course, the island had already claimed her. She came so close though; He almost lost Himself, she smelled so sweet.
But the other.
The other had pain lurking beneath his fingernails. Haunted eyes and shaking hands.
And he owed the island a life.
Closer and closer they came, and the haunted one actually reached out a hand to touch Him.
That one would dare lay a hand on Him nearly made Him strike out in anger, but He could control Himself.
He waited for the hand to fall. He was hungry, and all it would take was one little touch.
But she grabbed the hand before it fell, reprimanding the haunted one gently.
And He was forbidden to touch her.
As they walked away, He seethed in anger.
Next time, He would not be so patient.
They would return. She would not want to leave His garden untended. It was, after all, the most beautiful place on the island.
And she would bring the haunted one with her.
He, the most beautiful flower in the garden, would be waiting.
Indigo orchids are rare, after all.
END
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:19 am (UTC)Awesome, awesome, awesome! :-D
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:21 am (UTC)AND IT WANTS TO EAT YOU ALIVE!
and my brain is broken after writing this, yes. hee! should i post it the same places you posted yours? *evil cackle*
now i need an icon of an evil purple orchid. it shall say, "death."
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:36 am (UTC)claire stops him from picking it!
AND IT WANTS TO EAT YOU ALIVE!
*batting lashes* Moi? Leave such a juicy morsel untouched? Would I do such a thing? *batting lashes more* ;) LOL!
I say post it everywhere your little heart desires! Because it rocks like WHOA WHOA.
now i need an icon of an evil purple orchid. it shall say, "death."
I suck at iconery, but...
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:41 am (UTC)*bows down to orchid*
*sacrifices plot bunnies to it*
and i think YOU should be in charge of making people aware of it.
LISTEN TO THE ORCHID. IT WANTS YOU TO PIMP.
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-21 02:44 am (UTC)THE ORCHID HAS MY LIFE. *worships*
pimping. wheeeeee!
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:51 am (UTC)I have pimped! I shall pimp further as necessary to get people to read it! Because the Orchid will have all-comers kneel at its feet.
Er... roots.
Whatever.
;) LOL!
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:53 am (UTC)DUDE. somebody make it stop!
*orchid demands more pimping. alia.must.comply*
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:54 am (UTC)*menacing Orchid with it!*
;)
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:58 am (UTC)*throws self in front of Death Orchid (Petey for short) to protect him*
NOOOO!
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Date: 2005-02-21 03:20 am (UTC)*getting control of self* No! Alia! Move aside! The Death Orchid is dangerous! He will eat your braaaaaaaain!
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Date: 2005-02-21 03:22 am (UTC)PETEY! DONT LEAVE ME!
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Date: 2005-02-21 05:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-21 05:37 am (UTC)*beams*
i was worried i was the only one who got the creeeeepy feeling from her fic. i had to answer it, because i kept expecting something bad to happen in hers!
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Date: 2005-02-21 04:07 pm (UTC)So I wasnt the only one who got the shivers from M's fic? i kept waiting and waiting and nothing bad ever happened. and THAT creeped me out. i had to fix it.
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Date: 2005-02-24 01:54 am (UTC)Please, never stop writing. Or else I'd have to come after you with a pitch fork and the holes it'll make in your clothes are a bitch to repair.
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Date: 2005-02-24 02:18 am (UTC)and no worries, i love writing. :) thank you for the lovely words! made my day.
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Date: 2005-02-25 02:35 am (UTC)And just because I had to...
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Date: 2005-02-25 04:56 am (UTC)hee! i love it! this is the icon im currently using for it.
His name is Petey, by the way. Say hi to the nice person, Petey! No! No, Petey! You put them down right now!