Flower Language

The church, as the wooden doors creaked open, could have been empty just from a glance. Light pierced the glass and were blades of various colored beams of light, ready to settle along the ground and warm it just so. Despite her wearing dark clothes, the light that hit her almost seemed to warm the tones of her, but he knew she must’ve been cold, settled down in the pews with the usual type of scant clothing she was most familiar with.

If she knew he was coming up behind her, his shoes scraping along the ground, bouquet crinkling just so in hand, she made no indication. But, hey, that was a better indicator she knew it was him exactly. For somebody who wasn’t unlike himself, who let lust carry them away on the wind, on the whims…she could be awfully skittish at times. And…he knew for sure she knew it was him, her favorite sloth succubun, when she easily slid and sat back, allowing him to find a seat beside her.

Carefully coming into his seat beside her and settling in, through the stained glass light hit the held bouquet just right, causing some glistening of water to shine like specks of glass. Fully situated, the sloth succubun only just turned it a little more even as the reflectiveness of a particularly large bead of water caused light to flicker over and burn his eye a little. Made his eye water a little. Before Sera, here he was–and the yellow roses too, shedding water as if everyone meant heartbreak.

Inspecting it in his silence for the nth time, his eyes roving over the vivid yellows and cream whites…eventually, his gaze tore off of the smooth petals, flicking over to the dark skinned bun beside him. Giving a warm smile and bringing it away from himself, extending it out to her for her inspection, the paper and plastic wrapping around it crinkled before he spoke evenly, “Evan is so dear to me…don’t you think these yellow daisies are very much like him?” They both had Evan, but today, maybe the yellow daisies would make them happy in his stead.

As she lifted a hand to brush her straight strands of hair out of her face, the sloth succubun’s eyes never left her, as if drinking in an exquisite sight. Perhaps he was curious how she was able to almost seemingly regard him at every turn without her uncovered sight, but he couldn’t help but imagine she smelt the flowers before anything else, “They’re lovely.”  Maybe she could see, with her quiet two words and a quivering tone, almost as if she were to cry soon…

Tilting his head as she lifted a hand to touch the plastic wrapping, still smiling, he twisted his wrist and reached out to help her grasp the bouquet carefully, “They’re for you.” Her smaller hands were a little cool and she sucked in air so tightly that she squeaked, but she took the bouquet in hand still as he continued, his own hand curling over hers, “I know you both had different plans for Matentine’s pop up, so I figured you might like…” A yellow carnation broke from the rest of the bouquet, hanging off the edge of the paper and plastic wrapping and whipping down, as if to kiss their hands and taste their disappointment.

“For me, oh no…you shouldn’t…I…” All at once, the bra over horns wearing succubun brought the white haired succubun into his arms. Her body felt a little cool, too, but no more in his arms. Not saying a word, she lifted herself off the spot beside him, crossing legs over to finally overlap onto his lap…to sit on his lap, “There flowers…you shouldn’t have given them to me…” Rubbing her trembling shoulders, friction to return warmth into them, she rested her head on his shoulder and he rested his face on her hair.

Kissing her hair, her fuzzy ears, “Sshhh…you know you mean the world to me too, right? These are all I can give you, flowers…if anything, I wish I could give you Evan, but…” The sound of the heavy doors creaking and opening met and overpowered the end of his weakly trailing off voice, and the sloth succubun smiled into her hair as he heard her gasp, felt her turn her head. Smiled even bigger when she pulled away off of him, and found her shaky hooves again.

Sitting with the bouquet back in his hands, soon resting in his cooling lap, the bra over horns wearing succubun couldn’t stop smiling as Evan met Sera at the wide open doors of the church with a tight embrace, both of them bathed in the warm light of the day.