Fic: little lilac
chars: Flora and little Azzy
type: Azalea's past
notes:venom sharing kiss?

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“Flora~” Azalea called out the high tone to her youthful voice cutting through the early morning. The small and roughed up floral demon smiled exuberantly her crimson eyes sparkling with devilish delight.

A woman of fragile feminine appearance appeared from a small and modest hut, her healers robes sweeping over the ground gracefully. Her soft smile and fatigued sapphire eyes directed themselves towards the child hastily making her way through the waking village. At 198 Flora was young but one of the most respected among the Nitefleur tribe not simply because of her talent in healing but because of her beauty and the other strengths she possessed.

Young Azalea halted in front of her sister panting heavily but remember to pay proper respect to a village sage. She bowed her head the mass of her wild lavender hair falling into her eyes or sticking out awkwardly over the various bandages wrapped around the child’s head. “I did it Flora! I got the sagen god tree to talk to me! He was really mean but he gave me this” her battered little hands held out a precious bundle of roots and sap. She beamed watching Flora’s face for the approval she so desperately wanted.

Flora’s light hand gently ruffled Azalea’s messy hair. “I am proud of you little sister. “ Her light laugh woke the morning sun as it’s beams rained downed brightly for the first time in days. She took the carefully bundled offered placing them carefully in the deep pockets of her robes. “ You’re a mess little one, just how do you get so filthy ?”

Azalea smiled brightly rubbing at the bandages on her left arm. “the sagen god was really mean and hehe” Her act of innocence didn’t fool Flora one bit. Flora knew her sister all to well.

“oh ? And did Sagen god throw you in a pool of mud then drag you through the tree tops or did you once again challenge him silly warrior?”

“I am not silly!” Azalea protested hands on her hips and legs spread apart. “ He called me a weak little kid! NO one calls me weak , cause one day I’m gonna be the best warrior there is! And I’m not a kid!” She pointed to herself with a triumphant smile “I’m Azalea Nitefleur, Sister of the Nightshade priestess Flora Nitefleur and the future God’s champion and holder of the orisis chained battle axe!”

“My, my what a dreamer my sister is. How will you wield Orisis Azalea? only a man who gives his right to life may take hold of him, at least that is a legend. Many have tried and all have failed…”

“I don’t care! I’m stronger than the stupid boys in this village! I won’t lose! I won’t ever lose” Azalea’s determined expression lit with fire and passion her small form stiffening into an assertive stance “So long as you’re here Flora I can do anything. We’re the Nitefleur sisters right? I promise one day I’ll be strong enough to make all our enemies rest is pieces!”

Flora smiled calmly kneeling to her sister’s level. Her pale lips softly brushed over Azalea’s chapped ones. The controlled venom in her lips mingling with the venom of her sister’s . “I never said you couldn’t little lilac” She whispered pulling her sister into a close embrace. “When your that strong my warrior will you promise to protect the ones you love always?”

Azalea’s eyes became heavy, Flora’s stronger venom quickly putting her system to sleep. “ones…I…love?” Her consciousness ebbed as her body grew limp, lifted into Flora’s strong arms. “Always…always Flora…I’ll..protect…you~”

Flora placed Azalea on the small cot. Her hands floating over the various wounds and layers of bandages. Her tired sapphire eyes concentrated on healing the worst.