lilies (lover to death)

meaning: death, reincarnation, afterlife, missing lovers

believed to have guided you to the afterlife


While the spider lily is commonly associated with death and finality, they can also mean transformation and reincarnation.

“til death do us part

in time, we'll meet again.”


appear suddenly, bloom brilliantly, with just as quickly


it means one thing



Death




sickly

awaiting death, too much pain to live

appease

person she fell in love with

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if you fall in love with the god of death, you have the option of taking their place and they get to die

no one wants to stay alive forever

job of death is to grant wishes before they die

you'll have to be here for centuries, millenia even.

You don't even know if we'll meet again.

You don't want to do this.

I had felt the (unimaginable) worst pains this world has to offer. Drowning under sand, burned to silvery dust, torn and crushed by claw.

The pain did not mean much to me, for it was not mine to bear. I merely took it into my hands, shaped it into wings, and let it fly into the night.

"It's okay, you don't have to do this anymore."

This pain was unbearable. It hurts. It hurts so much.

please stop it.

I want to blind the world who has been cruel to you and let all of your sorrows end. I should've been the one to lead you to a peaceful death, and instead you are giving me mine.

I no longer could cry tears with which to hide behind. So I screamed. "You don't get it, this is an eternal life of suffering, have you not suffered enough?"

This will not make me love you back. I once loved someone else and look where it got me? They are free and I am a god of death."


he walks towards me slowly, lifting my veil

Offering a flower, he gives me a small smile

"I find you too kind to be a god of death."

til death do us part

in time, we'll meet again

my words were visceral, sharper than


charm


marred

adorned

he’s very kind

faded

no regret

he’s a real book reader, loves books

accepted

torment

grow fond

it’s okay I’m accustomed to pain

I enjoyed talking with you, never losing to negativity.

boundless and infectious even when there was no one besides you

it was hopeless and yet you continue to look with your eyes bright

Did you know if you offer a flower to death, you can save them?

it’s fitting he wants to die here, adorned in petals and beauty.

He sits on the ground as the night ushers in overhead, revealing countless stars that he eagerly names to me.

Moonlight dapples the clearing, encouraging the spider lilies to bloom brilliantly.

whispers

loveless and pitiable, only death will accept you

welcomes death, kind of weird

looking forward to no more pain and suffering

horribly disfigured, scares others away

rejected job and care




Do you have any last requests? I’ll try to grant them


Nymphaealba

Amaryllidaceae


Abandoned by the world, reclaimed by death.

need to build love