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Author notes: The drabbles featured in this story are unrelated, and do not need to be read chronologically in order to be understood. Unlike A Thousand Paper Lanterns, these drabbles are related to the Chaos-verse. However, they can still be read separately from the other Tales of Chaos (Nature and Fire, Heartless, and Mother Nature.)

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Title: Flame and flowers

Word count: 350 words

Read on, oh faithful ones.

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Warren rolled over, a small frown on his face when he realised that Layla wasn't lying next to him anymore. He blinked his eyes open a few times, lifting his head to look for her when he deemed that she hadn't simply rolled off the bed or something. As he did his usual stretch, scratch, and yawn, Warren breathed in deeply through his nose, his yawn turning to a satisfied smirk. The whole room smelled of burning flowers, and it was a scent that he was fast becoming addicted to.

He saw that Layla was standing in front of the window, completely naked and unashamed of the fact. Getting out of bed, Warren moved to join her, his arms wrapping around her waist, bringing her body closer to his own naked one as he kissed the join of her neck and shoulder. She smelled of earth and sex, the scent stirring inside of him, a response to the memories of the night before.

"You okay, hippie?" he murmured.

"Perfect," she replied, and in the reflection of the glass he could see her smile. "Isn't it beautiful?" Layla breathed in awe, nodding to the world displayed before them.

Warren followed her gaze easily, seeing the bloom of flowers in their front garden. Beyond the garden and the small fence, the city of Maxville was burning. Buildings that weren't being attacked by flames were blocked and trapped by trees and vines of all kinds. He grinned at the sight; the city would be theirs by daybreak.

"It is beautiful," he agreed quietly, his lips lingering on her skin as his hands began to slide along her body.

Layla hummed in appreciated and turned around in his arms with a smile. She kissed him hungrily, biting at his bottom lip sharply as her vines encircled their feet.

"It's going to be all ours, Warren. The whole world, only ours," she said, her bright demeanour only enhanced by the look in her eyes.

"Only ours," he agreed with a nod.

Kissing her again, he led her back to their bed, their fingers and legs entwining together.

The world could wait a few more hours.

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End of drabble.

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