1 Rose

Roses, notorious things aren't they?

Who doesn't know of the beautiful flower armed by countless thorns. Even the green leaves have natural jagged edges able to possibly draw blood.

Blood. Isn't that interesting? A pretty flower that can break layers of skin and make you bleed scarlet.

Why? Is it to prevent someone from pickling it free? Or cutting off its life support? To protect or defend?

Or is it both?

That is his image of her.

Only from afar can he watch, or else the temptation would increase if he got a closer look. Tempted to take the guarded flower for himself and no other.

Possessiveness at its finest.

Yet, she seems to beckon these characteristics from him. Putting rationality and primal instinct on the Libra's scale. A constant self-destructive struggle between what is righteous and being selfish.

Poor him. The rose will never comprehend his devotion. Will never fathom how intense his affections are.

She will never know because he gladly fell to his knees, arrows embedded deep in flesh with eyes focused on the joyful knowledge he defeated her to the end.