Chapter 463:

463. Blooming flowers, 4

Rose Blumen - Exogignesthai 1

(Rose)

Everything was set and ready for us to go, even new clothes. I sipped a tea, a rare finding, while waiting for her to awaken.

Everything she didn’t need anymore has dried and melted. I had my last complement fruit and then that part of her shrank as well.

All that is left, aside the small roses on my chest, is the flesh pod.

She’s gathering her consciousness to a working level inside the brain she built there.

Creating a human body with the ability to keep a connection with the plants in me was probably challenging. Biology can achieve complicated processes with wondrous success.

The pod finally rips, and the body falls. The cord is already ripped away.

For a minute or so, I’m left with a sleeping woman in a puddle.

I’m about to help her with towels in my hands, when she opens her eyes.

For a few seconds, her fair face and kind of rainbow coloured eyes are looking surprisingly lost.

But then her gaze locks itself over mine, and a rich smile illuminates her cheeks.

B - Good morning Rose.

R - Rise and shine Blume.

She then vomited the water left in her, while I helped her to dry her skin.

Her new skin is caramel in colour. I look so much paler next to her. She has little hair here and there. Cute brown shrubs with gold shimmer in her armpits and pubis.

I dress rapidly the later part with something, a little embarrassed.

I can’t admit so soon I found something alluring about her look. And especially not that hair, or she will tease me to no end over it.

Her head hair is hazelnut, with fold or copper reflections sometimes. Her face looks adult, though with a little more cheeks than I would have expected.

She has some kind of slit in the middle of her chest and two others in her back. I ask about it and the answer is obvious.

I see organic wires slither through. Thornless brambles and leaves are stored in there. Tentacles. Dozens can come out of her back and move like as many thin arms.

R - Okay, you have made a mostly human body.

B - I can still grow flowers, look.

A pale hibiscus grows so fast it almost pops out, over her shoulder. That is cute.

R - I know you see the tentacles as mere tools. But the flowers?

B - It’s a funnier tool. Are my teeth alright?

She opens her mouth wide for me to inspect. After a second of reluctance, I get a closer look and get my fingers in to check.

Her teeth have a yellowish and uneven tint, but they look and feel alright.

She bites and holds my fingers trapped inside after I said so.

I shake my hand a little, but she holds, without hurting me, but not letting me go. I try to tickle her with my left hand, but nothing happens. Oh,right...

So I hug her instead and tell her it’s good to see her. She opens her mouth then, to say something that will never be heard.

R - You look nice.

B - How nice?

R - Very nice. Healthy. Warm. Cheeky.

B - Have you fallen to my charms already?

She winks at me flirtatiously. My heart skips a beat weirdly. What was that just now?

R - Where... Have you learnt how to do that?

B - To wink? Who knows. So, you have, haven’t you?

I cover my flushed face in shame. She’s good looking I can’t lie, and that wink did trigger something queer in me. My insecure voice betrays a lie.

R - No...

She grins merrily and finishes putting on the clothes prepared for her.

Not long later on, we were already on our way and the roads. She was smiling grandly. Quite a radiant smile, and clearly genuine I could see whilst she looked at me.

I’ve never met this pretty face in my lives before. But I’ve known her for so long, that I feel like she always had it in her and my memories as well. It’s just her. How she is, always was as my memories blur, and always will be as far as I can foresee.

I walk with Blume by my side.

Blume prefers very ample clothing that doesn’t stay too close to the skin, and don’t impose any movement restriction. She looks like a happy woman, from Maghreb or Middle East probably, with unclear age but on the younger side, and seemingly average weight and shapes.

Cheerful is the main feeling she gives.

B - Seeing things directly is really a different feeling. Especially yourself, I mean you.

She mesmerises me, looking straight into my eyes. She’s no longer seeing only what I’m seeing. She can now look at me. I smile, with my ageing features.

B - You look much older.

R - Gee...

B - But happier.

R - ... ?

Am I happier? From before? It’s not always easy to have perspective on that sort of things. But I believe she’s right.

R - I have the impression that you are as well happier than before.

B - We’ve grown so much!

With that she has a short laugh, and a few sighs of relief.

B - I’m glad it all worked out in the end.

R - What about?

B - When I planted our seeds back into what the previous Rose had become.

R - Oh...