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"I saw a flower in the undergrowth today. It was wild, vast and purple – beautiful – with shooting…"

“I saw a flower in the undergrowth today. It was wild, vast and purple – beautiful – with shooting lavender veins. It was trumpet shaped and covered in perfect jewel-like raindrops and surrounded by verdant leaves. (My father would appreciate seeing it – and might even know its name.) I fumbled my phone from my pocket before shadows flickered at the edge of my vision and I remembered – or at least properly recalled… My father had been dead for some months now. I closed my eyes and tried to master my breath, in that moment forced to hate the shadows and flowers both because I couldn’t pass on the pain or beauty of either. And worse, I wanted to know the new flowers he might have found and wished to show to me…”

Lana Morrigan (via risenwraith)
Source: Tales of Necromancy

by cnkguy
"I saw a flower in the undergrowth today. It was wild, vast and purple – beautiful – with shooting…"

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