(Rose)
R - Curse you, an spirited little flower!
B - Oh Rose, you never called like that before. But you were right, it is interesting.
She’s mocking ever so tenderly. She’s even teasing I could say. One night, by the campfire, she finally managed to move my left hand with the fingers replacents her flower stems makes, according to my commands. It was like teaching her to use a musical instrunt, like playing a piano. I say a finger na and she moves it accordingly. She finally got the just of it.
And the next thing I know, she used my lessons to tickle ...
Devil...
R - Devil!
B - Hearing how much you laughed before you pulled your arm away, I guess it didn’t feel that bad on your belly?
R - How rude! How an are you? You stripped so of my dignity away just now. Mischievous child! If only I could make you pay that back.
B - I do share what you feel.
R - It still feels to like you’re the one enjoying all the teasing. How can I mock you?
B - Well, I mostly reside in the flowers you have on your torso. Though there are so muscles and nerves reaching through, there is little sensitivity there. Though next to your belly skin, I guess everything lacks sensitivity...
R - Ey! I heard you!
B - I’m sorry, I ant nothing bad.
She’s lying! She’s not sorry at all and is playing with . And I can’t win. The part of our body where she resides lacks dermal nerves. I throw a little flick at the main flower on my torso as if I were educating a pet. Bad flower, bad.
Then I manage to sleep, though she doesn’t. She already told it felt odd to her, seeing sleeping, being in that state of different consciousness, a third of our ti together.
Since her brain isn’t physical, she’s free from such burden. She cannot dream either though. She said it surely makes her kin grows with little imagination and very low emotional resiliency.
She can feel how her nature easily tends to slip toward obsessions and different behaviours. Since she cannot rest, she only can evolve and transform herself. What is true for her body is similar for her mind. Since she wants to stay with however, she tries to adapt her behaviour to mine regarding sleep. At night, she lowers her attention and slows her process of thoughts. She tries to enter a lull, softening her control over so of our body.
Nights still are long and boring to her. Now she trains herself at pulling strings softly inside my body, we agreed upon that.
To avoid conflicting orders of movents during the day, her training only occurs while I’m at full rest. She can move my fake left fingers she built with her plant-like body, and slowly learns how to move what’s beyond the closed wounds, the true hand itself. Slowly. Sotis I can feel my left hand moving a little while I sleep. Or my toes, or so other part of , slightly twitching as she does careful tests. So of my muscles slightly move and she learns where they are and what they do on a more global and accurate level.
One day she’ll be able to move with her own will, as if we fully shared my body.
Sohow I’m please with the thought, because amongst other things, it feels as if I was helping her becoming human and free, like a freed slave, or a growing child.
We do share the sa body. And I slowly learn to move those slight, thin but long muscles within the flowers and their stems. This inhuman flesh obeys as if it were normal.
They can slowly move around at will like very thin and long tongues, though insensitive. They have no bones nor nerves to focus or detect the movent from direct feel of it.
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I dream at night. Of you.
Of her. Of what I’ve done to this child.
And guilt turns my dream into nightmare.
I still have bad dreams from ti to ti, as I always have, but these ones wake up in cries.
Tears roll on my swollen face. My eyes are stingy. My mind and heart are in pain, real pain. Cold sweat collects on my skin. I cry. Over what I’ve lost, what I’ve done, what I’ve been through, and what the nightmares turn them all into.
Only now, she’s there. So close to that I forget it when I wake up. She feels everything with , and ever so gently soothes .
With all the kindness in the world, she comforts and consoles . Softly calling my na to remind of her presence. Appeasing with slow and soft words and touches. She’s wholly here for .
The truth is, I’ve never seen such love before. And in this world, in this life of mine today, she’s all I could ever have hoped for.
She cannot take into her arms as I cry, when I suddenly wake up from these occasional nightmares, but all of her being supports and helps .
More than when I’m at peace and confident through the unknown under warm days, it’s when I’m drowning in the pain from the past that I truly fall for her.
Because then I experience the extent of her noble soul and love more clearly.
The flowers on and within are consoling , body and soul, softer than anything.
The flowers, the white pale roses blooming on , have a slight perfu that is now to like the one of my lovers embrace. That sll reminds of everything good that can still happen, and that I’m not alone in this world. Sothing else is with , and I can overco my spikes of sadness more rapidly.
My tears sip through the roots sprouting on so of my scars like wild hair. That’s how I also can drink water nowadays, though not much.
I stand up and breathe. The coat of flowers and leaves embracing slowly recedes. She calls my na and reminds that she loves .
I shed a warr tear.
You may be gone sister, but I’m not loveless or alone.
I might never be anymore.
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