From his place over the scrying glass, Damen tensed, ready to spring through the pool in his room that led to the one in the rose garden and pounce on Laurent if he was about to pick one of his healthy roses, what precious few remained. He could not afford to lose another one, and another little piece of himself.
But neither could he afford to threaten and terrorize the man who was his final hope. It was this knowledge that restrained him as he watched, fingers curled tightly in until the sprung claws pricked drops of red on his palms.
Watched Laurent pluck from the withered edges, clearing room for the dead branches to regrow.
Damen could barely breathe. Why was Laurent bothering with that? Didn't he know that section was already dead, and its rootstock diseased beyond repair? And yet...impossibly...
The empty space began to fill up with green again. Laurent could not see it, but Damen could.
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In Laurent's room, instead of an outfit to dress in for dinner, there awaited him a cut-glass vase, and a pair of kid leather gloves as smooth and supple as silk, and a note. You were kind to my roses. Wear these in the future, so that they will be kind to you in return.
A Beast who not only wanted to be a man, but who treasured his roses and was glad when others did as well. A strange paradox, and one Laurent would have to figure out for himself.
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From his place over the scrying glass, Damen tensed, ready to spring through the pool in his room that led to the one in the rose garden and pounce on Laurent if he was about to pick one of his healthy roses, what precious few remained. He could not afford to lose another one, and another little piece of himself.
But neither could he afford to threaten and terrorize the man who was his final hope. It was this knowledge that restrained him as he watched, fingers curled tightly in until the sprung claws pricked drops of red on his palms.
Watched Laurent pluck from the withered edges, clearing room for the dead branches to regrow.
Damen could barely breathe. Why was Laurent bothering with that? Didn't he know that section was already dead, and its rootstock diseased beyond repair? And yet...impossibly...
The empty space began to fill up with green again. Laurent could not see it, but Damen could.
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In Laurent's room, instead of an outfit to dress in for dinner, there awaited him a cut-glass vase, and a pair of kid leather gloves as smooth and supple as silk, and a note. You were kind to my roses. Wear these in the future, so that they will be kind to you in return.
A Beast who not only wanted to be a man, but who treasured his roses and was glad when others did as well. A strange paradox, and one Laurent would have to figure out for himself.