A/N: For Tomoeish. Prompt: Crowley x Eliade, petals.

Memnonics

Eliade had never understood his obsession with flowers.

Even so, at his request she'd fed and watered them every day without fail, and sang to them to make them grow into joyful twining masses of vibrant greenery.

He knew that if he hadn't destroyed the castle, they would be drifting across the floor in a sad procession of withered petals now.

Crowley hadn't the means to bring her back, not even for the sake of the flowers, let alone his own. Gone meant gone.

He counted the petals in his mind as they crumbled into dust on the stones of a castle that didn't exist anymore.

Memory was not enough, but better than nothing.

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