kalon name;; philomena agnes (phil)
what do they collect;;phil tends to spend his days collecting pressed flowers. piles of scrapbooks with delicate petals inside them
scatter his home; in his study, living area, bedroom, where ever he'd feel the need to be reminded of what a
beautiful thing nature is or when he wants to be reminded of lovely memories.
many of the pages of flowers have sentimental value, whether they have been given to him by friends. been
purchased by himself, or received as tokens of appreciation. phil keeps every piece of flora he can get in his
claws and presses them into his scrapbooks, letting them curl up before pressing them between the pristine
pages of off-white paper.
all of the flowers are arranged by date, starting from when he was a child. he received a small poppy from
his best friend in kit-hood as a gift on his birthday when he was too ill to host a party. that sparked a flame
in phil. he began researching on poppies and flowers in general, and found out that you can keep any flower
for virtually forever if you pressed it. after lots and lots of convincing, his foster parents decided to buy him
a scrapbook, which was the one of many more to come.
another treasured flower is from a failed romance. phil was hopelessly in love at one point in his life, with
one of the most handsome kalons he has seen, or so he claims. but presenting him with flowers was a bad
mistake. when phil held up the bouquet to the other kalon, the flowers were shoved aside onto the ground,
for everyone to see. this obviously upset phil deeply, yet he decided to stand strong and just stood up, fists
clenched around the flower left in his grasp, and walked away from the stubborn boy. after his heart being
crushed into a million pieces by the stuck-up jock, phil pressed the gift in the book in a very prominent and
easily accessible place in his favourite scrapbook, in order to remind himself not to be foolish when he's in
love, or to help those who've regretted or went against their feelings.
however, the sad reality has to be included. phil is fully colour blind, and partially blind in his left eye also.
how sad it is that such a rare defend happens to find its way into an individual that loves to collect the most
colourful things in life. pressing flowers won't keep their smell, and you can't feel their true texture as they
are all crumpled and broken. though, the memories are still there, folded within the pages, as carefully as
possible, and it's not as if phil has known any different than seeing the entire world in greyscale. he simply
knows nothing else, so it doesn't effect him in the slightest.
phil has been told many times that he doesn't have the best taste in colour when it comes to his pickings, but
he simply doesn't care, why should he?
(500/500 words, phew!)
