For all Occasions?

Posted on Wed 3rd Apr, 2013 @ 5:37am by Lieutenant Adam Keller

997 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/3
Location: Flower shop

Walking into the shop, Kell was instantly drawn to the petite woman tending to the flowers near the counter. She wasn't much taller than Nyx, if she was at all and the spiked violet hair was instantly reminiscent of her. Watching her and the way she moved, he wondered if she might not be a relative of Nyx or at least part Chameloid. Shaking off the thought, he looked around the room quickly taking in the sight and smell of everything. He wasn't very good at this so he'd need some help at least.

"Excuse me?" He spoke softly not wanting to startle the woman from her work but wanting to announce his presence in the room.

Flavia looked up from the silk flowers she was arranging. In front of her stood a very large man. He wore a rough leather vest over his uniform, and his hair hung in long dreadlocks. In contrast to his outward appearance, his face wore an indecisive, almost dejected look. "Well, now, aren't you just a picture of miserable manhood," she said, smiling cheerily. "Who have ya offended and how badly?"

"Is it that obvious?" He asked with a forced smile. "My girl. Well she's more than that really... a lot more" He paused a moment. "She's my life." He walked around nervously. "What have you got that says I'm sorry to the woman whose heart you've just betrayed?" He didn't want to go into details but he wanted the woman to understand how awful he felt. "I love this woman with all my heart but a dear friend of mine was at risk of losing her life. I devised a plan that would spare her life but didn't take into account my mate's feelings - and I never told her about it because the situation resolved itself. Now she's found out. And she didn't find out in a private situation where I could explain." He turned and looked at the petite woman. "Did I mention that the woman I love happens to be carrying my child?"

"You certainly do like to pile up the complications, don't you? Let me see," she tapped her chin. "First, we need everything that says I'm sorry and regret." She went to the stasis chamber where they kept loose cut flowers. "I'm thinking some purple hyacinth would cover that, maybe, and throw in some blue for constancy, give her the idea you always have and always will love her." She glanced toward the commander. "Is that about right, so far?"

A grin plied his lips, almost a grin and then was quickly gone. "With everything that I am."

Flavia looked at the flowers available. Blue and purple, fairly tall. Combine that with red tulips to ask her to believe him ... some red carnations to tell her his heart ached for her, three yellow daffodils to say she was the only one for him. At the bottom, some yellow orange bittersweet to indicate he was telling her the truth and ... maybe a couple of stalks of bluebells for humility and some short stemmed daisies to let her know his love was loyal? Yep, that ought to do it.

"I have just the combination, I think. Love, honesty, loyalty ... but you see these bluebells here? They say humility. You have any humble in you, son?" she asked, as she began to arrange the flowers in a green foam base she pushed into a round white glass container with the palest yellow and blue glass butterflies blown into the surface so that it looked like they were alighting on the bowl.

Again Devyn grinned. "I'm only half-Klingon and even they have some humility..." he gave the slightest of shrugs. "When they need it." He watched as she arranged the stems turning the individual flowers into a cluster of color and beauty. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a small simple gold band adorned with one solitary diamond centered between two smaller stones. The stones were of greater value than the diamonds and violet in color. They were almost the exact color of Nyx's eyes. A small latinum tag was attached to the ring by a small string. Engraved on it were two words,'Yours, Forever'. "Could you maybe attach this to one of the stems?" He asked almost nervously.

Flavia took it in her hand carefully and turned it so it sparkled in the overhead lights. "Well, now," she said, touched in an inexplicable way. "That's a lovely old-fashioned bit of jewelry, isn't it? You may be worth the young lady after all," she grinned as she looked at him. "Probably not good to tie it to a stem, but I have a small ..." she bent under the counter and rummaged in a box of stakes until she found a deep purple one, "... yes, here it is. A small stick to insert among the flowers like so."

The florist followed the words with action and then turned again, this time behind her, to choose a ribbon with the lightest blush of lavender color and another with a deep shade of violet. Quickly, she fashioned a bow that alternated the colors in a circle, with long streamers. The ring was tied in the middle of the bow, and the bow fastened to the stake with a thin, almost invisible, wire. Mrs. Smith stood back to take in the whole effect. With a nod of her head, she approved the arrangement.

"There ya are, then. I think that's the best either of us can do. If she doesn't forgive ya after this, she's one stubborn woman, likely Scot mixed in there somewhere," Flavia said. Being stubborn and part Scot herself, she found no fault with that.

"You have no idea." He almost laughed before nodding. "These are very beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the woman who arranged them." He lifted them and thanked her graciously. "Thank you."

The compliment left Flavia in an unusual position ... speechless.

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