Username:
//_Asher_//
Name:
Alexander
Gender:
Male
Favorite Flower:
Water lilies
Why?:
Alexander loves flowers in general, but ever since he first saw a pond with those elegant water flowers glowing in the early morning light, hes been enthralled by them. He chose to live right by the edge of a lake just so he could see them from his windows, and he often spends hours on end painting those beautiful flowers on his porch steps. Truth be told though, He loves them most because they remind him of his late mother who loved water, their thin luminescent petals remind him of her never failing smile, a smile that carried him though so many hard times.
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Extra:
It had been no more than a week since the funeral, and Alexander wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t ready to face the world without his mother only a short call away, how was he supposed to cope? Yet, despite his fears, there he was sitting on a nearly empty train heading off to a remote forest to take over his mother's home and gardens. He looked out the train windows at the setting sun and a soft smile found its way onto his face, his mother always had loved beautiful sunrises and sunsets. Then a his smile grew little wider, Who was he kidding? His mother had loved everything. His smile faded; oh how he missed her, he wanted nothing more in that moment then to call her and her her bright cheerful voice, but even if he had called...She wouldn’t have been there to answer.
It was late when the train finally reached the last station, Alexander padded off the train like it physically pained him to do so, each step was like walking on pin cushions. After waiting nearly an hour for a taxi, then having to sit through a good hour and a half of horrible radio music while he was driven further and further into a forest away from civilization, he was finally to his new home. As the taxi cab vanished into the night, Alexander turned to take in this home that his mother had left to him and his eyes filled with tears. A large wooden cabin crawling with ivy, each window adorned with a window box full of beautiful flowers, the porch decorated with a comfortable rocking chair and a porch swing covered in hand sewn pillows, and the gardens sprawling around the house, filled with beautiful landscaping, shapely stone birdbaths, and elegantly carved wooden benches...this really was his mother's house.
Alexander stepped inside and was engulfed in a cloud of dust, Also just like his mother to forget to clean! He dropped his bags in the entryway and explored a bit, checking out the various rooms, and trying not to cry as he found remnants of this mother in each and every one. Finally, he made it to the bedroom. He slowly took in the room, then climbed onto the bed and pressed his face into the pillows, a soft sob escaped him as his mother's scent enveloped him, he felt sleep pulling at his weary eyes as they trickled tears down his cheeks, and before he new it he was asleep.
Morning came all too soon, marked with warm sunlight pouring in though Alexanders bedroom windows. His baby blue eyes cracked open, feeling sticky from crying. He gave them a good rub to clear them of sleep then rolled out bed some what gracefully, his pale blue wings fluttering softly in the cool morning air. His paws made little sound as he padded through the house pulling open all the curtains and opening all the windows so the house was full of warming morning light and air. Then he padded to the kitchen, hopeful for cup of tea.
He was digging about in the cabinets under the sink when a particular ray of sunlight peered through the window above the sink and he looked up, and his baby blues eyes widened. Sitting on the water of the pond was a single gloriously blooming water lily, it’s thin sloping petals glowing softly in the early morning light. And In that moment Alexander swore he saw his mother sitting there in place of that flower, telling him to be strong in all that he was. It was in that moment that he knew he would be okay, he would be able to move on, and only then did Alexander really cry. But the tears that dripped down his cheeks were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy.
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I took all the words I didn't use for the 'why' section and used them here, hopefully thats alright ;v;
