Strong enough to stop any fink from walking all over you. “I can help you with that.” The Devil offered, positive he had the soul’s attention. Now the only thing you feel is a lust for justice.” The carnation’s leaves crossed over each other, resembling crossed arms. A vibrant flower that once stood tall with pride, basking in the glorious sunlight, eh?” It almost seemed like the carnation perked up at that, as if there were some truth to those words. “A poor, angry soul wanting revenge? Could it be for the woman who bet you away? Or is it maybe for whoever turned you into such an ugly, childish accessory?” The Devil sneered. “Well, what do we have here?” He cackled lowly, putting out the cigar in his mouth so as to not burn the flower. The poor, pitiful pansy was the source of all these delicious emotions, and the Devil knew just what to do with it. His attention was directed to a poorly made corsage in his pile of winnings- specifically the flower it was made with. Anger, hate, resentment, but most importantly, a thirst for vengeance. However, the Devil sensed a strong aura of…anger. Engagement rings, racing horses, broaches…their souls. It was almost hilarious what some people would bet in desperation to win back what they lost. The Devil sat in his throne room, counting the valuables he and King Dice had managed to swindle that day. Later that night, Mother and Father had gone to the Devil’s Casino, and unfortunately had pushed their luck too far, and lost everything.
I love it!” Mother cooed, bending down to hug her children. “It’s too perfect to sell in the shop! Thank you both.
“Oh, thank you boys! It’ll match perfectly with my outfit for tonight! You’re such thoughtful boys!” “Happy Mother’s day, Mom!” The two boys beamed. “Oh my! What a beautiful carnation!” Mother exclaimed, turning over the home-made corsage in her hands. What flowers that weren’t crushed were drooping in sadness, almost as if they knew that they had been powerless to do anything to prevent this. “Yeah! Let’s take it!” The two boys smiled before reaching out a hand and plucked the flower from the earth, then left the meadow, abandoning the destruction they caused. “You’re right! We could make it into a corsage, just like she taught us!” “Ooh! Mom would love it! We should take it back to her!” The boys were roughhousing and play-fighting with each other, and knowingly or not, they were crushing and trampling the wildflowers as they did, until the younger of the two grew tired, and flopped over on his back next to the other as he panted and laughed, crushing more flowers as he did so.Īfter a few moments, that same kid caught sight of what had to be the world’s most beautiful flower. Suddenly, two young boys, different from our heroes, ran into the meadow, frolicking and playing in the flower field. After dramatic huff and then a puff, the wind sneezed, scattering and spreading the pollen across the meadow. The wind truly loved the fresh scent of wildflowers in the morning, even if the poor thing had a terrible case of hay fever. Many, many years ago, a gentle breeze blew across the flowers, the wind lovingly and gently growing hands to gather fistfuls of pollen before giving them a good sniff. Daisies, lavenders, carnations, lilies, and golden rods filled the plain in abundance, reaching from the edge of the forest all the way to the end of the cliff, where Isle One met the ocean between itself and Isle Two. And before you start reading, remember that anything on this blog that is tagged as “Word on the Wind” can be reblogged and shared! That being said, enjoy!īlogs with Cagney Carnation as a muse: episode opens up in a meadow positively blooming with wildflowers. This is best read with the OST playing over it. Characters, certain dialogue, music, and locations obviously do not belong to me. Before you read: This is a rewriting of the main game Cuphead.
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