Chocolate Chip Mint 16
Title: Diss From a Rose
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun extra (post-Darkest Hour)
Prompt: Chocolate Chip Mint 16: superficial
Extra: Pocky
Word count: 100
Summary: If roses could talk, then what would they say? Cyprian doesn't have to wonder. Unfortunately.
Cyprian wanted many things. Peace. Sleep. Quiet.
Quiet would be great.
Sometimes, being a mystic sucked.
A rose squealed, "Look at that hair! I bet my richest soil he pollinates his own kind!"
"Hardly. He is utterly repulsive. He certainly only pollinates himself."
Cyprian glared witheringly at the roses, to no effect. "I will pick you and feed you to a starving kitten, you know."
"That's how Rose got mulched," whispered a rose. "Poor Rose. She's still around somewhere. Probably."
There was a beautiful silence.
"...He's still a self-pollinator, though."
Cyprian never trampled plants. But he thought about it.
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun extra (post-Darkest Hour)
Prompt: Chocolate Chip Mint 16: superficial
Extra: Pocky
Word count: 100
Summary: If roses could talk, then what would they say? Cyprian doesn't have to wonder. Unfortunately.
Cyprian wanted many things. Peace. Sleep. Quiet.
Quiet would be great.
Sometimes, being a mystic sucked.
A rose squealed, "Look at that hair! I bet my richest soil he pollinates his own kind!"
"Hardly. He is utterly repulsive. He certainly only pollinates himself."
Cyprian glared witheringly at the roses, to no effect. "I will pick you and feed you to a starving kitten, you know."
"That's how Rose got mulched," whispered a rose. "Poor Rose. She's still around somewhere. Probably."
There was a beautiful silence.
"...He's still a self-pollinator, though."
Cyprian never trampled plants. But he thought about it.