Flowers so precious yet deadly.

Oh, i miss when we first met,

He didnt meet me yet. (mitski lyrics on top real)

(this is freeform by the way)

No beta read we die like elder faire!!

. . .

He woke up. (again...)

Fire spirit was alone in the clearing, he struggled to compose himself.

Fire spirit's tears had dried on his cheeks, leaving behind trails of ash that crumbled at his touch. He felt hollow, weak, puny, like he could faint again.

He felt so empty, weak, he felt digusted in his own feelings, actions.

He kept coughing, each cough sending a spray of ashes into the air. Fire spirit's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, the sensation of burning petals still lingering in his throat.

He knew he cant just sit here all day, Fire spirit pushed himself off the rock, his body trembling with exhaustion. 

The remnants of the flowers that had choked him now lay as ashes around him, a stark reminder of his pain and rejection. He wished for the warmth of Wind archer's embrace, yet knew it was a desire that would never be fulfilled.

He was deep in thought. He had underestimated the depth of his feelings for Wind archer, and now he was paying the price.

The ache in his heart refused to subside, a constant reminder of what could have been but never would be. As he stood by the lava stream, Fire spirit made a decision. He couldn't stay in this place that held so much pain and rejection for him.

He decided he was going to ask for help, to seek guidance and perhaps find a way to get rid of the flowers,

With newfound determination, he spread his fiery wings and took flight, leaving the clearing behind as he soared towards the horizon. Each beat of his wings propelled him forward, his resolve hardening with every passing moment.

. . .

Wind archer looked confused.

Ever since Fire spirit confessed to him. hes been feeling like something was gone. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a mistake in rejecting Fire spirit.

The memory of Fire spirit's tear-stricken face haunted him, tugging at his heartstrings with a surprising intensity. He watched the ash fly in the air, before being too spread apart in the garden.

Wind archer found himself gazing towards the horizon, wondering where Fire spirit had gone after. . that.

He knew he didnt like him. But— he felt guilty. really guilty.

He couldn't shake the feeling that consumed him, the regret eating away at his heart.

As he stood amidst the rustling leaves, a sudden breeze carried the faint scent of ash towards him, a stark reminder of the pain he had caused.

He closed his eyes, trying to push away the memories of Fire spirit's desolate expression, but they lingered like shadows in his mind.

—

"Wind, look at the sky today!" Fire spirit pointed up. The wind brushed through his hair gently as he stared up at the sky, his eyes widening in awe at the sight above.

"Its so pretty, isnt it?" He smiles at Wind archer, now making contact with him.

"yeah!" I replied, chuckling at him.