#the bandages on his body may hold his wounds together as the mara slowly heals them

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If you hadn't spent as much time as you've had with Blade, you wouldn't have noticed the small quirk of his lips when you asked him, "Would it be romantic if I gave you spider lilies?"

"...hmph, perhaps," he would say flatly. But, you knew for a fact that he was amused. "Though, romance is but a fleeting memory... no, it is something that I do not know."

There was the slightest tinge of melachony to that line, but it disappeared as fast as it came. His lips were turned downwards a little, barely pursed. The vermillion of his eyes seem to be clouded with something complex as his thoughts stew behind them. Ever the interesting individual, nothing you weren't used to though.

Pulling a little something from your pockets, you presented it to him ceremoniously. "Then allow me to gift you this spider lily," you grinned. A little distraction from his internally brewing dialogue, Aeons knew he did that an unhealthy amount when he was not out playing his part in Elio's schemes or burning sword techniques into his bones.

He stared at the flower for a while, before taking it from your hands with his bandaged one. He brought it up, closer to his eyes and observed it quietly. Your hands were placed back on your lap as you eagerly awaited his next line, if he had one to give.

A light huff escapes his chest as the corner of his eyes crinkle just a smidge, "...thank you." You smile brighter and the room falls back into a comfortable silence as the two of you continue to watch the vast galaxy.

'How amusing, this spider lily does not represent a somber memory,' he thought to himself as he held it.