2016-07-28 | Random | Iris and Geras
Iris is dressed in a white and blue layered, full-length dress with thin, flowing fabric and a circle of small yellow and white daisies around her head. Her dress moves in the breeze. Geras is dressed in fabric pants, black boots and a tan, buttoned shirt. They are on the beach in the late fall. The sun is out, but lower in a sky filled with (clouds.)
Iris: The key to the ocean and sky is in your exposure, your vulnerability, your complete trust.
Geras: I've learned to be careful. This has served me well in my life.
Iris: Your shirt, open your shirt. Place the point of this dagger over your heart, with the handle straight up in the air.
Geras: I will not.
Iris: You must. There is no way forward, otherwise, only decay.
Geras: There, as you ask.
Iris: Geras, nobly born, as I shove this knife in your heart, surround the point with your life and turn it into rhodon petals. Let the ocean rush in through your chest, exploding to sky, over mountains, the red petals painting the horizon and filling the air with perfume.
Geras: A red stream of blood flows out of me and around the knife, swirling around the blade, the hilt. The metal transforms to petals.
Iris: Yes! Yes! Yes! Nothing can harm you. You are ocean, mountain, sky, blood red stream, life, perfume, brilliant light.heart dagger blood
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