Posted: Mon, 24/04/2017 22:25 (7 Years ago)
Asriel glances down and picks up a perfect rose. It's petals gleam
golden yellow and glossy black, rimmed with white at the ends. It's
stem is a beautiful dark green. Dark red blood drips down it's
dazzling perfection, the slow, unsteady stream seeping frown in
between the petals. "She was crying." He says softly. "This is one
of her sad roses, irregular and unstable. I've never seen one seep
blood before."