Broken Boulder gotta be above it

set pre-whatever @Alarian's latest whump was LMAO i'm losing track poor baby

Zamael sat today in Paradise Garden, making a mental list of all the plants to be found there.

Flowers and all that--it seemed like a frivolous activity, especially for someone as glass half-empty as the elder Keil brother was. But truth be told, flowers were the only stable thing in his life. Relationships came and went, homes changed, even the weather was different from day to day. . .but flowers sprang up, oh-so-reliably, every spring. They had never failed him.

Add that constancy to the fact that they were just. . .pretty. A nice distraction from whatever shit life decided to throw at him next. And they were useful, too. There was a plant for every malady; hell, there were even plants to kill a motherfucker, too, which Zamael thought was intriguing. Even if you wanted a little touch of color here and there, a clump of wildflowers would do the trick.

Flowers = better than wolves. Zamael would gladly fight someone on this conclusion.