Ranunculus WIP so bloody tired ...

Edit: OMG, like... I am a 16 year old girl.  Jesus.  What the hell was I thinking?! This belongs in a whiny supernatural roleplay book from the mid '90s.   And that's probably why I'm keeping it up, because god help me, I LOVE that cheesy stuff.
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Homunculus: "little man"
The dark magician brings forth the homunculus to hold a part of himself... his greed, anger, or some lighter part like his sense of humour. 

Ranunculus: "little light of the sun"
The lover is inspired by their muse to bring out the best in themselves.  Its form is fragile, and outside of the protection of the mind, its fate is most often to be crushed - more often by clumsiness than malice.
Upon the destruction of their Ranunculus, the lover feels bereft, as the best part of them truly has been destroyed.  But with time and nourishment, the fertile heart soil grows another.  The lover is wise to be cautious before allowing a muse song to draw out their Ranunculus for a second, third or even fourth time.  The memory of pain is a wise teacher.  But the lover is also wise to not wall their Ranunculus up so that no song will ever reach it again, lest it wither on the vine and poison the heart soil with its decay.