You Can Ask The Flowers
The conservatory filled with the scent of impossible flowers, with the sound of supernatural music, with the warmth of a love that had already transformed the very nature of what was possible between mortal and immortal beings.
As the evening deepened and the first stars shimmered through the glass ceiling, Iris and Damien moved through the moonlit garden, hands brushing over petals that pulsed with ancient life. The garden felt more alive than ever, not just blooming, but watching, listening. The midnight orchids swayed to a music only the bonded could hear, their soft voices singing praise for the love that had made their existence possible.
They tended the eternal roses together, side by