Flowers. [ Asura remarks, as eloquently as ever. ] Not the right ones.
[ The cherry blossoms are not the lotus that Asura has come to expect, so this must not be his. He holds a hand out to the windswept petals, studying the scene. It's a little bland for what should be an alluring fantasy. That's all Asura has gleaned so far from the images he has seen.
The visions are meant to lure, to tug at heartstrings, to bewitch the viewer into the woods. It's just not a particularly sophisticated thing, missing the nuance between desire and possibility. There is no use showing a man that which cannot be, no matter how alluring the fantasy.
Asura's hand closes around a petal that lands upon his palm, and when he opens his hand again it's gone. ]
Why do these trees call to you?
[ He smells blood, and the red of his eyes burns as he inhales sharply. There's a precious cut on the stranger somewhere. Accidental? Intentional? Either way, these flowers must have a hold over him that the lotus bloom does not when it comes to Asura.
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[ The cherry blossoms are not the lotus that Asura has come to expect, so this must not be his. He holds a hand out to the windswept petals, studying the scene. It's a little bland for what should be an alluring fantasy. That's all Asura has gleaned so far from the images he has seen.
The visions are meant to lure, to tug at heartstrings, to bewitch the viewer into the woods. It's just not a particularly sophisticated thing, missing the nuance between desire and possibility. There is no use showing a man that which cannot be, no matter how alluring the fantasy.
Asura's hand closes around a petal that lands upon his palm, and when he opens his hand again it's gone. ]
Why do these trees call to you?
[ He smells blood, and the red of his eyes burns as he inhales sharply. There's a precious cut on the stranger somewhere. Accidental? Intentional? Either way, these flowers must have a hold over him that the lotus bloom does not when it comes to Asura.
He smiles, slow and wide. ]
Should I restrain you?