Here’s the scene storyline if theres anyone who doesnt understand whats going on above.
Im too lazy to finish the comic so I’ll just type it down instead. I apologize if my grammar and spelling are terrible. Pls bear with me.
The apartment room was lit warmly by the small lamp, Flug’s figure slumped on his old study table. He can faintly hear the ‘guardians’ walking around, probably scanning the place. He involuntarily rolled his eyes behind his goggles, huffing—Honestly, he doesnt care if Sir Black complaint about his apartment. He’s too tired to care, being in the forest for too long drained all his energy.
Flug’s eyes then landed on the small pot infront of him. The poor plant was all dried up and bald from his absence. The pretty petals were now withered and is sitting pitily under the dried stem. He felt a small pang of disappointment and sadness in his chest as he gently poked the stem, the last dying leaf slowly dropped down. He sighed, despite his limbs protesting, he stood up and dragged himself off the table. The plant is dead, better well to throw it away. He dragged himself to the storage room, pointedly ignoring the screams of his limbs. A pair of black eyes stared at his back with curiosity as the tall white figure stood on the hallway. White Hat felt himself frown, his wings twitching behind him. As much as he learned from the scientist, he knows that he’s beyond exhausted…judging by how hes slumped over and arms acting like noodles. He stepped inside the room, giving it a quick glance before settling his gaze on the pot.
He tilted his head, turning his body fully towards the table and strolled to it. “You have a very interesting flower…” White Hat spoke as he knelt down beside the table, his palms reaching up and acted as a support on his head and watched the pot.
Flug paused from tearing the trash bag away from its box, his white orbs glancing towards the room. What the…interesting?? That small dead plant is interesting? Flug almost let out a snicker but he was too darmn tired to give a crap. With another tired sigh, he snatched the trash bag and headed back to the room.
“White Hat, that plant is dead. Its not needed anymore so I’m going to-” Flug stopped his sentence as his gaze landed on the scene infront of him. White hat was humming faintly, both palms on his cheeks. His wings were folded, as always, and he seems be focused on something.
“May I ask who is it from or perhaps you raised this one on your own?”
And that something was the plant.
Once was dead rose, is now blossoming with red roses and healthy green leaves and stems. It’s petals almost look like it glowed under the lamp and its leaves are up and alive, no signs of brown or yellow spots. Like it never died and was just in its perfect health.
What the-?! How-
Flug felt himself twitched as he faintly saw a small glint of blue smoke, disappearing as soon as he landed his gaze on it. Ah, of course. Flug’s eyes shot back to White Hat, who was still kneeling beside the table, eyes sparkling as if he just saw the most purest thing wake up for the first time. Flug’s mind gears turned, his posture relaxing.
“…You can revive living things…?”
Flug’s train if thought halted as he heard the gentle voice of the angel. Wait, what? He then placed his hands on the table, slightly leaning on it slowly, as if he’ll destroy the rose when he moved too fast.
“…you just revived the rose.” Flug stated, glancing at White Hat. The Angel tore his gaze away from the flower, lifting his jaw off of his hands. “I did?”
Flug felt a twinge of irritation and a bit of amusement. Does he not know thatbhe possesses this ability? “Uh, of course you did, it happened infront of you.”
“Oh? I thought it was doing it on its own…is that not how plants work?”
…does this guy even know how to take care of a plant?
He turned to look at White Hat, whose eyes are now wide with curiosity and confusion. Flug felt the othet darker presence lean on the door, a smug smirk on his face as he watched both Flug and the angel.
Flug pushed down an exhausted sigh from his throat, pointly ignoring Black Hat’s presence as he became a but uncomfortable at the angel’s curious but also hopeful look. Looks like he’s going to explain more things than he thought he’ll be.
That was my mother’s rose.