Rapier & Allium
Allium
Have you ever noticed how a rose's thorns are like a finely tuned sword—sharp, precise, and ready to defend? There's a kind of choreography there that reminds me of dueling.
Rapier
Rose thorns are like a hidden blade, precise and ready to strike – nature’s own choreography that never fails to remind me of a duel in full swing.
Allium
I love how a rose opens its petals like a quiet pause between blows—soft yet inevitable, the battlefield of scent and shade.
Rapier
Indeed, petals unfurl like a quiet pause in combat—soft, inevitable, a fragrant trap ready for the next strike.
Allium
It’s amazing how the scent lingers long after the petals close—like a quiet after‑taste of a battle that never quite ends.