I’ll get to the heart of this [Obscene]

[Memorie]

one lives in hope of becoming a memory

My grin falters only slightly, though it doesn’t falter into anything different, but rather is stumbles into a different form of a grin. My blue eyes narrow at the black stallion, and an eyebrow raises in his direction. Goats ruin all the flowers? Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not actually a goat, but rather that I have a few goat features, thanks to my father. “From where I’m standing, you’re the one ruining the flowers,” I quip. After all, he is the one crushing a large swath of flowers beneath his rather large figure.

I respond with more than just my words, though. I concentrate on the plethora of flowers surrounding his figure, and slowly they start to grow, inching towards the sky, sprouting extra buds and leaves in a burst of color. They grow so tall and thick that the stallion is nearly consumed by them where he lays. A cocky kind of grin spreads across my face, now, as I look down at him, almost like I’m looking down my nose at him. “Tsk. I don’t ruin flowers…unlike you.” My expression is something between amusement and smug, now.

I can’t help the bark of laughter that peels off my lips when he asks if I’m too young for fun. “Aren’t you too old for fun?” I don’t know how old he is, but I can tell that he is much older than I am. Even so, I’m not exactly young, and I am certainly no younger than Cheri, who I know he’d convinced to imbibe on the poppy juice with him previously, when she was younger than I am now, even. I just find it ironic that he wouldn’t think the same of her, especially considering the feelings that he harbors for her, that he may not want to admit, but are there nonetheless. In his moment of weakness upon gazing up at me before asking if I’m too young, I could see it. I could feel it. And I’m not afraid to use that against him, either, especially if he insists on being such a snarky ass.

Even so, I tuck these thoughts away for later as I return my attention to the age question. “And anyway, I’ve been having fun for a while now already.” And by fun, I mean to say that Cheri and I had tripped balls on the hallucinogenic mushrooms in Taiga more than a few times already. I mean, if this bumbling fool was unwilling to share his own poppy nectar, then I could always return to Taiga and have fun of my own. Still, the idea of trying something new was much more appealing.

Memorie

Image by Calcifer

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