Flower in Both Hands

The scenery of the city skyline dyed by the sunset beyond the glass window was showing off an unrealistic beauty like a giant watercolor painting. The sunset light seeped into the room long and sharply, dyeing the outlines of the expensive furniture in gold, and in that quiet and beautiful stillness, Reina was staring out the window without moving, buried deep in the sofa. Her jet-black bobbed hair shone with a faint purplish light, receiving the sunset light, and her tightly closed lips did not reveal any emotion. But the skin around the pink hydrangea tattoo on her back, hidden under the high-neck blouse, seemed to be slightly heated. It wasn't yet the full bloom period, but the tension of the unfamiliar situation and the vague anxiety about the unknown act to come were making her body sensitive. Next to her, Marie was fidgeting restlessly. The tight-fitting knit revealed the contours of her full breasts, and her thighs, revealed under the thin chiffon skirt, kept brushing against each other anxiously. Underneath her white, pure white hair, the yellow freesia pattern flowing down her shoulders was already showing a clear color and spreading a subtle and sweet fragrance throughout the room. Her bloom was already heading towards its peak, unlike Reina, and because of that, her cheeks were flushed, and her clear blue eyes were moist.

Reina… are you really okay?

Marie's voice was trembling thinly, unlike her usual cheerfulness. She leaned her body against Reina's arm, gently pressing her soft breasts close. It was a childlike habit of seeking stability in the act of sharing body temperature. Reina, without taking her eyes off the window, answered softly. Her voice was low and calm like a jazz melody, but there was a faint affection for Marie in it.

You wanted it, Marie. To have a child.

Yes… I wanted it. A beautiful baby that looks like Reina and me… I really want to have it. But… does it have to be a 'Winger'? I'm scared… those people… they're different from us.

Marie's words trailed off. The ominous rumors about the Winger that she had heard since she was a child came to mind. Hideous appearance, rough behavior, an instinctive being that loses reason and rushes at the scent of bloom. Just the thought of such a being touching their noble and beautiful bodies made her feel goosebumps. Reina read Marie's anxiety, but she had nothing else to say. Because that was the fate of the bloom, and it was the path they had chosen. But instead of a cold answer, she gave a very faint strength to the arm that embraced Marie's shoulder. That was the best comfort she could do at this moment. And soon, the doorbell in the entrance rang, breaking the silence. It was the appointed time. The shoulders of the two women stiffened at the same time. Marie gasped, almost screaming, and burrowed further into Reina's arms, and even Reina's pink eyes, who always maintained a poker face, showed a momentary tremor. Beyond the door, the 'Winger' who would shake their destiny was standing.