Work In Progress (Hiatus since Oct 2007)
Rough Draft
Rough Draft
"Say, have you ever tried to picture a flower in a human guise?"
"Like a fairy?"
"No…" There was soft laughter. "Fairies are gardeners. Try to picture the flower itself in human form."
The other paused, trying to take in what was being asked of him. Of course, he was used to these questions. That's simply what happened when you attended an art college. You were required to think out of the box, and imagine new and innovative happenings. Often times, that was easy enough to do in theory, but terribly hard in practice. Like now – an overly fragrant, newly bloomed, lipstick crimson rose was being shoved at his face, and his friend was demanding him to see the flower personified. It was a flower, and he was a sculpture major (and, he had to admit, a poor one at that). How on earth was he supposed to see the sense in this?
"Er…" He mumbled, trying to come up with a convincing excuse. "The flower curves in a delicate shape, like a female's figure… and the petals seem to be an elegant evening gown…?" Of course, he was stating the obvious, and his friend shot him a disappointed frown. "The color is so vivid, yet precious, so the girl would have naturally blushed cheeks and pale, soft skin. And, roses tend to die easily, so she'd be really thin and frail and require lots of attention." The boy spat out quickly, hoping his answer would finally satiate the other's palate.
"Hey, Michael?" Lael collapsed on a nearby bench, and watched in mild interest as the other boy gently added the flower to a hibiscus bush, hoping it would blend in with the vibrant yellow blossoms. It stuck out like a swelled thumb coated in highlighter green paint and sparkles, but soon enough some photography student would rush over thinking it was the best thing since portable SLRs. Artists were rather eccentric. He was one of those lucky ones that didn't fully understand insanity's limits until he began his first semester at an art college.
"Yeah?"
"This bush… do you remember it blooming before?"
"It's always been a hibiscus bush, you dumba– Oh." Michael paused. "Sorry, Lael. You meant that one."
Michael moved several paces away from the yellow tropical flowers, and bent down near a thin, scraggly plant that wasn't really a bush, per say, but a mess of a few tangled branches. Here and there, a few green leaves popped out from the sickly bark, along with a few rather large white buds that seemed too huge for the plant to bear. The groundskeepers must've thought it an unruly sight, but were forbidden to do away with it, for a marble statue of an egg was rolled in front of the poor plant, and it seemed to be squishing its roots.
"The poor thing." Michael found himself cooing to the plant, gently petting its leaves as if trying to console it. "It's trying so hard to live, but…"
Lael chuckled. "You've always had a soft spot for plants, 'eh?" The other boy immediately turned a rather bright shade of pink, and he quickly turned away as if to find a hole to bury himself in. "Well, then, shall we move this thing?"
Michael, being undoubtedly the weaker of the two, stood watch on the pathway while the other rolled the egg away from the small brambles. There was a rather large patch of browned grass where the statue used to be, but there was room for the bush to grow now, at least. Neither boy would be surprised if the marble rock was moved back into place after they left, but at least for now…
"This girl…"
"Hm?"
"She's cute, isn't she?"
Lael grinned.
"Yeah… yeah, she is."
"Like a fairy?"
"No…" There was soft laughter. "Fairies are gardeners. Try to picture the flower itself in human form."
The other paused, trying to take in what was being asked of him. Of course, he was used to these questions. That's simply what happened when you attended an art college. You were required to think out of the box, and imagine new and innovative happenings. Often times, that was easy enough to do in theory, but terribly hard in practice. Like now – an overly fragrant, newly bloomed, lipstick crimson rose was being shoved at his face, and his friend was demanding him to see the flower personified. It was a flower, and he was a sculpture major (and, he had to admit, a poor one at that). How on earth was he supposed to see the sense in this?
"Er…" He mumbled, trying to come up with a convincing excuse. "The flower curves in a delicate shape, like a female's figure… and the petals seem to be an elegant evening gown…?" Of course, he was stating the obvious, and his friend shot him a disappointed frown. "The color is so vivid, yet precious, so the girl would have naturally blushed cheeks and pale, soft skin. And, roses tend to die easily, so she'd be really thin and frail and require lots of attention." The boy spat out quickly, hoping his answer would finally satiate the other's palate.
"Hey, Michael?" Lael collapsed on a nearby bench, and watched in mild interest as the other boy gently added the flower to a hibiscus bush, hoping it would blend in with the vibrant yellow blossoms. It stuck out like a swelled thumb coated in highlighter green paint and sparkles, but soon enough some photography student would rush over thinking it was the best thing since portable SLRs. Artists were rather eccentric. He was one of those lucky ones that didn't fully understand insanity's limits until he began his first semester at an art college.
"Yeah?"
"This bush… do you remember it blooming before?"
"It's always been a hibiscus bush, you dumba– Oh." Michael paused. "Sorry, Lael. You meant that one."
Michael moved several paces away from the yellow tropical flowers, and bent down near a thin, scraggly plant that wasn't really a bush, per say, but a mess of a few tangled branches. Here and there, a few green leaves popped out from the sickly bark, along with a few rather large white buds that seemed too huge for the plant to bear. The groundskeepers must've thought it an unruly sight, but were forbidden to do away with it, for a marble statue of an egg was rolled in front of the poor plant, and it seemed to be squishing its roots.
"The poor thing." Michael found himself cooing to the plant, gently petting its leaves as if trying to console it. "It's trying so hard to live, but…"
Lael chuckled. "You've always had a soft spot for plants, 'eh?" The other boy immediately turned a rather bright shade of pink, and he quickly turned away as if to find a hole to bury himself in. "Well, then, shall we move this thing?"
Michael, being undoubtedly the weaker of the two, stood watch on the pathway while the other rolled the egg away from the small brambles. There was a rather large patch of browned grass where the statue used to be, but there was room for the bush to grow now, at least. Neither boy would be surprised if the marble rock was moved back into place after they left, but at least for now…
"This girl…"
"Hm?"
"She's cute, isn't she?"
Lael grinned.
"Yeah… yeah, she is."
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