angelage -ˋˏ✧ˎˊ- garden

[stella]

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twenty-one days, eighteen hours, forty-two minutes and four seconds since the long slumber had taken stella's pater and dad. twenty-one days, eighteen hours, forty-two minutes and five seconds since stella had set up her home in the now abandoned house that used to feel so much more like a home when papa had sung his children to sleep, when dad's baking smelt so sweet as the scents of cupcakes and cookies wafted into the living room - exciting the eager hybrid children. when stella had someone to keep her warm at night. now the house felt stagnant, as if the heater had broken, cold and invasive no longer did stella feel as if she belonged there. abandoned by an inanimate thing that could not speak, but made the child feel so much more melancholy than any formed sentence could ever make her feel. never did stella turn her back on the place in which she once felt so much joy however - she couldn't possibly. like a parasitic tick stella clung dearly to the carpet, to the walls, to the soft toys and her lingering memories of her family that once was whole.

nowadays religion and stella's threadbare connection to her angelolatry in the form of countless books littered with words that made the cloaked child feel at peace, with scents of burnt baking lingering; not quite the same as dad's own, but an okay placebo. today, the multihued child was tending to a garden beside the jungle temple with tentative paws and a hitched breath, cautiously watering the plants dying in the winter's wrath. even though most were dormant, awaiting the gentle kiss of summer's breeze to awaken their slumber, some flora remains vigilant in the chilly weather as they bloomed beautifully. hellebore was stella's favourite; she admired the flower for it's stubborn nature to bloom right through the darkest months and defy the odd in surviving in the deadliest of times. was stella simply just a winter's rose, waiting for her floral family to wake in the warmer months? somehow the thought make a gentle sense of serenity spread through the hybrid child as she took time to sit back on the stone bench, and admire the hellebore's ethereal beauty.

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[raziel]

Even the tropics felt the cool touch of winter.  Not in such a drastic way as places farther north or south perhaps.  The massive wolf recalled white puffs of air and the fragrance of chocolate.  Mother had loved chocolate very dearly, especially in the colder months.  Those days were long past.  It did little to hold onto them after so many years, though since the arrival of his nephews, his thoughts often wandered towards his late mother.  He hoped the two boys never had to lose a parent.  He hoped their poor half-sister learned to hold onto her fathers rather than wish too dearly for her own mother who had passed as well.

The faerie knew better than to hold onto the fragility of life, but he had always a soft spot for the wonder of it all.  A religious man with a passion for nurturing life, no one ought to be surprised his paws oft carried him towards the jungle temple whenever he wandered away from his books, daughter or studious niece. "Dia dhuit, child," he offered warmly.

His sea-green eyes gleamed softly, happily as though seeing someone else enjoy the winter flowers made him happy.  Quietly, he sat, quite content in this place, mind resting on the way even flowers found their way throughout the seasons, whether through thriving unexpectedly or resting in wait.

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