Act II. Scene III

AGAPE

It had turned off again, turned off for seeing so many flowers with such a vivid carmine in one place. They were all well taken care of, all extremely beautiful, and had small drops of water on them, showing that they were regularly watered.

Beautiful.

Too beautiful.

And Ágape knew she would live and paint that place as many times as she could and never tire of it.

A rose.

At least she wanted a rose from there to keep as a souvenir.

"What are you talking about?" the redhead finally asked when she remembered she wasn't alone.

"You're back," Airell said, reaching out his hand to the girl.

"We were talking about how you resemble a little potato when you stare at something beautiful," the archduke teased, and the face of the redhead, who seemed finally amenable, turned carmine – just like the rose she held in her hands.

"I don't...I don't look like a potato!" protested the one with jade eyes, "At least...I don't think I d