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[atsubie]

🍷 ◞ 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𒁍

ᛝ ❘❘ ❙|❙❘ ❚ | ♫ ░͟ᭊ ᭢ ᰭᰭ᳜᳝᳝ᰯ꫶𝅘𝅥𝅮 ⸝⸝

[swhore]

⠀⠀　⠀⠀you　 　 took　 　 the⠀⠀⠀🗡️

　 　 　 best　 of 　 my　 heart,

　 left 　 　 the　 　 rest 　 　 in 　 　 pieces

　　　　ਏਓ 　༼ 　 Whi—　Whiplash　 ─━╋　 　

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@i-hani 　

[fffruity]

⋆ ｡ ‧ ₊ ♱ ༺ 𓆩 ❦ i’m on the run with you

𝙼̲𝚈̲ 𝚂̲𝚆̲𝙴̲𝙴̲𝚃̲ 𝙻̲𝙾̲𝚅̲𝙴̲ ❦ 𓆪 ༻ ♱ ₊ ‧ ｡ ⋆

[syndrmes]

𓏲𓎢𓎡 Random Bio Layouts 𓏲𓎢𓎡

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[hadaura]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓊆ྀི ൃུ  𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂́𝖺𝗌  ❀ 🧺   ཻུ۪۪͎

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[p-oisn]

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[seoyangi]

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[psychopatho999web]

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[sugaryfresca]

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[aventurineswife]

❤ The Language of Flowers | 005

❤ | Your options shall be: Sunday, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Veritas Ratio, Boothill, Jing Yuan, Blade, Phaimon, Mydei or Moze. Whoever you think suits this prompt.

❤ | Flower & it's definition: Asphodel flower | symbolizes death, mourning, and the underworld. In Greek mythology, it was associated with the dead and the afterlife.

The Language of Flowers

Tags: Blade x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Mydei x Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Themes, Symbolism, Soft Moments, Vulnerability, Hope Amidst Darkness.

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Mourning, Loss, Heavy Emotional Undertones, Tragic Backstories, Mild Violence (implied/past), Themes of Grief and Healing.

A/N: Phainon and Mydei are probably written ooc because idk much about them 😭🙏

The asphodel flowers sat cradled in your arms, their pale blooms almost glowing in the dim starlight. You’d heard stories of their meaning, whispered by travelers and philosophers alike—symbols of death, mourning, and the underworld. For Blade, they seemed fitting, almost too fitting. You approached him cautiously, the weight of the flowers matching the heaviness in your chest.

Blade stood at the edge of the cliff, his hair swaying like a phantom’s shroud in the wind. His cracked sword rested in the dirt beside him, its jagged edge catching the faintest hint of the moonlight. His back was turned, but you could feel his presence—tense and unyielding, yet somehow sorrowful.

“Blade,” you called softly, stepping closer. “I brought you something.”

He didn’t turn, but the faint shift in his posture told you he was listening. You carefully laid the asphodels on the ground beside his sword, their fragile petals a stark contrast to the battle-scarred weapon.

“They reminded me of you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “They’re… flowers of mourning. Of death. But also of remembrance.”

Blade finally turned to you, his eyes burning with an intensity that could pierce through the deepest shadows. He regarded the flowers with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, his bandaged hand twitching slightly as if he might reach for them—but he didn’t.

“I don’t need to be reminded of death,” he said, his voice low and rough. “It follows me everywhere I go.”

You knelt beside the flowers, brushing a petal with your fingertips. “They’re not just about death. They’re about what comes after. Memory. Legacy. The lives that were touched, even by someone… someone like you.”

His eyes narrowed, the pain in them unmistakable. “You think I want to be remembered? That I deserve to be?”

“I think you’re more than what you’ve become,” you said firmly. “You’ve been through so much, Blade, but that doesn’t mean your story ends in ruin. Maybe… maybe these flowers can be a promise, not just of mourning, but of hope.”

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he knelt and picked up one of the asphodels. He held it between his fingers, staring at it as if it might crumble under his gaze.

“You’re a fool,” he muttered, but there was no venom in his words. If anything, there was a softness, a crack in the armor he so carefully maintained.

“Maybe,” you replied with a small smile. “But someone has to believe in you.”

Blade let out a sound that was almost a sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. He tucked the asphodel into the folds of his coat, near his heart, before rising to his feet.

“I don’t know if I can give you hope,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “But… thank you.”

As he turned to leave, the faint scent of asphodel lingered in the air, a ghostly reminder of both death and the fragile promise of something more.

The garden was quiet save for the soft rustling of leaves. Phainon stood among the carefully tended blooms, his regal coat catching the golden light of the setting sun. His hair seemed to glow as he turned, a small smile gracing his lips when he saw you approach with a bouquet of asphodels.

“Ah, a gift?” he asked, his tone teasing but warm. “What have I done to earn such a gesture?”

You hesitated, the weight of the flowers heavy in your arms. “These aren’t just any flowers, Phainon. They’re asphodels.”

He frowned slightly, tilting his head as he studied the pale blooms. “A curious choice. They’re often associated with… darker things, aren’t they?”

You nodded. “They symbolize death and mourning. The underworld. But also… remembrance.”

Phainon’s playful demeanor faltered, his expression turning thoughtful. He reached out, brushing a finger against one of the flowers. “I see. And why, pray tell, would you bring these to me?”

“Because I thought you might understand their meaning better than most,” you said softly. “You’ve lost so much—your home, your people, the life you once had. But you still fight. You still hold on.”

He regarded you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours. “You have an odd way of showing concern,” he said, though there was no malice in his voice. “But I suppose you’re right. I do understand.”

Carefully, he took the bouquet from your hands, cradling it as if it were something precious. “The asphodels… they remind me that even in death, there’s beauty. Even in mourning, there’s strength. Perhaps that’s why you brought them to me?”

You nodded, a faint blush rising to your cheeks. “I just thought… you might need a reminder. That you’re not alone in this.”

Phainon’s smile returned, softer this time. “You have a kind heart, my friend. Thank you.”

He plucked a single flower from the bouquet and tucked it behind your ear, his touch lingering for just a moment. “May this be a promise, then—that no matter the darkness we face, we’ll find our way through it. Together.”

The battlefield was quiet now, the echoes of battle fading into the distance. Mydei sat atop a shattered column, his claymore resting beside him. His hair was streaked with blood and dirt, his piercing eyes staring blankly at the horizon. You approached him carefully, the asphodel flowers in your hands trembling slightly.

“Mydei,” you called softly.

He turned his head, his gaze sharp and weary. “What is it?”

You held out the flowers, your voice trembling. “I… I brought these for you. Asphodels. They symbolize—”

“Death. Mourning. The underworld,” he interrupted, his tone bitter. “Fitting, don’t you think?”

You flinched at his words but refused to back down. “They also symbolize remembrance. Legacy. I thought you might need a reminder of what you’re fighting for.”

Mydei scoffed, though there was no real anger in it. “And what do you think I’m fighting for, exactly?”

“For your people. For your home. For the chance to reclaim everything that was taken from you,” you said firmly. “And maybe… maybe for yourself, too.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a heavy sigh, he took the flowers from your hands.

“You’re a fool,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual edge. “But… perhaps you’re right.”

He placed the flowers beside his claymore, their pale petals a stark contrast to the dark, bloodied steel. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “For believing in me. Even when I don’t.”

You smiled, your heart aching for him. “Always, Mydei.”

As the two of you sat together in the fading light, the asphodels seemed to glow softly, a fragile symbol of hope amidst the shadows.

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[atsubie]

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[archivoclover]

咲かない花 は散ることもなく

枯れることもなくただ明日を待つだけ 🪷

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[syndrmes]

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[hadaura]

͟ ͟ ͟ ͟✿͟ ͟ຼ͟ ͟ ͟ ˙ ⌨️ ࣭ٜ࣪࣪  ⠀𝗆͟𝗎͟𝗇̃͟𝖾͟𝖼͟𝖺͟ ㅤꪲ ͏͏͏͏✦̣ׄ ۬ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏

𝅄   𝆬 ࿙ྀི⃜࿚⃜ maldecidaㅤ𓊇͏   𓉸 ˚̣̣̣͙

[luvrikuu]

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