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Azalea

Sweet and innocent...and partly insane

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a character in “Fate's Boredom”, as played by Flowergirl275

Description

Azalea
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Species/Role: Weak soul
(Soul 3)

Gender: Female


Age: 15


Appearance: Azalea is a very pretty and young female with dark curly hair that is one shade off of black with emerald green eyes. She has very pale skin like snow with naturally rosy cheeks. She has a heart shaped face and a very small bone stucture. She is paper thin and is only 5 feet tall. She only wears dresses that have flowers and bright colors incorporated on them.

Personality: She is young, naive, and innocent as far as souls go. She is a push over and rarely take over the body. She is weak and vulnerable yet very observant and insightful. However, she often chooses to ignore things because she hates being upset and prefers to live a life where she is happy even if it is just an allusion. She is ocd about flowers and everything that she considers beautiful. Azalea is basically like a forever child.

Skills: Making people happy, picking flowers and turning a bad situation into something less intense


Phobias: The dark, insects, the color black, and blood


Bad Habits: Caring more for others than they care about her, being overly nice and trusting to everyone, and being obsessive

Likes: Flowers, Colors especially light pink, foriegn children's toys, Ian, the sun, animals, everything that is light and beautiful


Dislikes: Things that are dark, dull and boring


Goals: To make everyone happy and lovely and find someone who loves her as much as she loves them


How they view souls/demons: She thinks that neither are bad and trusts both for no legitiment reason


What they think of how their lives have been: Azalea thinks that her life has been lovely for the most part and that anything that has gone wrong so far will resolve eventually


Other Important Details: Loves Ian more than anything even though he doesn't notice.

So begins...

Azalea's Story

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Azalea and Ian
Written by: Flowergirl275 and Cass-isnt-here


ā€œI would like it to be true, but I donā€™t think it is,ā€ Ian replied. Azaleaā€™s first thought was that he was just joking around with like he always did; it was another one of his amazing and lovely qualities that she loved so dearly, but this time, he seemed different. He looked like he had put a lot of thought into his response. Ianā€™s voice was quiet, almost hardly audible, and his eyebrows were scrunched together like his mind was working extremely hard to give a genuine answer. He looked so perfect in that moment. Azalea could not think of anything else at that moment except for how wonderful he looked right then; not even about what he had just said. ā€œWhy do you ask?ā€ Ian inquired, pulling Azalea back to reality.

It took Azalea a few very long seconds to start to process his words. They did not make any sense to her. It was as if he had answered in a foreign language. Azalea decided not to try to make sense of his words and just answer his question. Looking at Ian, Azalea knew that he was going to like her response. He had to. Azalea had waited years for this moment to come, and now there she was with the most beautiful person in the world with him waiting for her to start there fairy tale ending. Taking a deep breath in to absorb how amazing she felt right then and there. She never wanted to forget a second of it.

ā€œI asked because I love you Ian. I love you the way that I love roses and orchids and tulips and Poinciana flowers and every other flower for that matter! I love you more than dancing and foreign childrenā€™s toys and bright colors! You are the reason that I love to dream at night because I only have one dream: you and me standing in a field of flowers together kind of like we are doing now! You are lovely in every way!ā€ Azaleaā€™s smile grew more and more as she spoke. Her pearly teeth were so bright and exposed that if she opened her mouth anymore that her jaw would surly snap. She didnā€™t care though. All that mattered was that she was there in a meadow with Ian having her happy ending.


Ian arched his uncovered eyebrow when Azalea finished her eloquently spoken monologue, which proclaimed her love for him. The first thought that entered his mind was shit. He always wondered why she was always around him and saying mush, clichĆ© phrases all the time when she was around himā€¦

Well now he knew.

He regrets knowing.

Why?

Because now Ian had to break the poor girlā€™s heart. He didnā€™t feel anything like ā€œloveā€ for her. She was a sister to him. Not a girl he would crush on. He sighed softly causing Azalea to look at him with that stupid doe-like expression. Why did she have to be so innocent and sweet?? Why couldnā€™t she just know that he wasnā€™t capable of loving someone the way she ā€œlovesā€ him.

She watched him intently, it was painfully obvious she was pinning for a positive answer from him. He winced. Ian felt like a terrible person, having to break the innocent girlā€™s heart. Why did she have to fall into the deep abyss known as love for him? Ian wasnā€™t that great. He was full of flaws, full of disgusting emotions that he buried away. When he took control of the body, he spent most of his time annoying people or beating them up. Didnā€™t she know that?

Didnā€™t Azalea know he was a corrupt person?

That stupid, flower-like woman just had to fall for him. He really did not want to break Azaleaā€™s delicate heart. He was weak. He didnā€™t want to face these emotions she had for him.

How long? How long had she pinned for him while he was being an obvious bastard? Too long.

She watched him glare into space, trying to build his courage. Her hope was slowly draining, being replaced with anxiety.

Ian sigh before opening his mouth to say the words that would destroy her emotions for him, ā€œIā€™m sorry I didnā€™t realize your feelings beforeā€¦ā€ he trailed off, Azaleaā€™s hope sky rocketed. At this his lips turn into a pained smile.

ā€œIā€™m also sorry to say thatā€¦I donā€™t feel the same way you do. You are more like a sister to me rather than a lover. I donā€™t love you in the way you love me. I care about you. But I donā€™t love you. Iā€™m not a flawless person as you think I am. I have a shitload of flaws. Soā€¦sorry,ā€ his voice was blank as a sheet of paper. There werenā€™t any emotions that needled its way through his voice. He stared into space the whole time, not wanting to see her expressions.


Azalea was gone before Ian finished his sentence. Nothing that Ian said made any sense whatsoever. Azaleaā€™s face was a vermillion color causing her tears to resemble blood as they streamed down her face reflecting its intensely bright color. She was sprinting. To where? She had no idea except that she needed to get away from her worst nightmare. This wasnā€™t the way that it was supposed to be. Every story has a happy ending right? Thatā€™s how it was in every one she had ever read: the princess finds her prince charming and they get married and have their happily ever after. Azalea had based her entire life off of the belief that it would happen to her. Now, everything that Azalea had ever thought had just been proved wrong and the only thing that she had left were her flowers. However, even those seemed to have started to wilt as the morning progressed. Azalea cried even harder, her body shaking in tremors and for the first time in Azaleaā€™s existence she felt empty. She had nothing left except for the amazing memories of her and Ian that were slowly being destroyed in her mind with his words. Then the realization came that her heart was fragile like glass and Ian had shattered it into a million pieces leaving no room for her to love anything ever again. Why did all of those fairytales lie? Azalea thought. Ian did not care about me at all or he wouldnā€™t have told me this! Azaleaā€™s mind whispered as the last bit of her heart dissolved in the acid of Ianā€™s words.


Azalea slowed down enough to see her surroundings. She was back to where the souls lived. Maybe one of her friends could make her feel better. Anything would be better right now. She made her way into the kitchen to find Azryel sitting in a chair by the window. Azalea was still sobbing uncontrollably and could not even find her mouth, much less words. Suddenly, her body gave out and she collapsed on the floor unable to breathe. Her innocent mind went blank unable to process what had happened. And then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She forced her neck to move to look up through her tears at Azryel who seemed to be checking if she was okay.


In the corner of his brilliantly green eye, Ian caught a glimpse of Azaleaā€™s broken expression when she flew by him at a surprisingly quick speed. At that sight, he surrendered himself to the terrible wrath of guilt. He had destroyed the poor girlā€™s feelings.

He glared at the happy setting around him, angry that it was still so bright and happy even though the one who probably thought of this beauty was crying her eyes out.

Noā€¦he wasnā€™t angry at the setting, he was angry with himself. Ian bit his lip thinking of ways he could have possibly made rejecting Azalea more gently. He should have just let her believe in her fantasy. Noā€¦That would have been even crueler than telling her his real feelings. It was already terrible because of how long he went without realizing her feelings.

He rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. The others were going to kill him. ā€œShitā€¦ā€ he muttered under his breath.

How the hell was he going to face Azalea? Does she ever what to talk to him again? Or even look at him?

He sighed for an umpteenth time, before forcing his legs to move, back to where the souls lived. As Ian walked through the woods, it started to pour. Cold droplets soaked his hair and headband; they bounced off his prized leather jacket. Water dripped down his face, mirroring tears.

He wondered if his deformed eye could create tears.

Probably not.

Feeling soaked to the bone, Ian stumbled into a tree. He was numb. His emotions were missing. Where did they go? Did they finally ditch him after years of shoving them down so no one could see?

He started to chuckle. Hysterically actually. Ian dropped to his knees in the middle of the path towards the house and laughed. Why did this happen to someone as emotionally dysfunctional as him?

He hated himself for destroying the fragile girlā€™s heart. Human emotions are delicate things, but can tear themselves apart. Leaving cold shells of people, Ian hoped that she wouldnā€™t become a shell.

Just, why? Why did Fate have to be such a bitch?

He stopped laughing, feeling moisture fall from his normal eye that wasnā€™t water. Wellā€¦at least this morning wasnā€™t boring.

Ian finally stood up after an eternity and started walking again. He opened a plain door into the lovely kitchen, unfortunately for him, Azalea was there. He really did not want to face her just yet. Especially sense sheā€™s crying.

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