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@floral-demise
Hello!
My name is Florian Von Closen, avatar of the End. My lovely boyfriend @julian-of-the-vast asked me to make an account on here, so here I am.
My apologies if I do not operate this app correctly, I have been around for a lot longer than Tumblr has, but I haven’t quite figured it out yet.
I also run a flower shop, you may contact me via the ask function regarding orders.
//open rp starter!//
ooc:
(dividers by the wonderful @sisterlucifergraphics )
Florian sits behind his booth at EvilCon. He has the flowers separated into two sections: "Cursed" on his left and "Normal" on his right. The painstakingly handcrafted sign across the front of the booth reads "Floral Time" spelled out in dried flowers.
He's not used to being so candid about selling cursed flowers, but this event was supposedly for avatars only, so he didn't see the harm in honesty.
list of stands
[pt: list of stands]
(link to main info here)
stands people are running at evilcon you can check out!
note: you are still free to volunteer your character(s) to be on the list! just ask :D
@floral-demise - flowers (cursed and non cursed)
@flesh-and-flame - food truck with bbq and drinks
@echoes-of-an-untold-story - evil ice cream, ran by bee
@starman-aint-got-shit-on-me - space stuff
@cassandra-back-at-it-again - fortune telling booth
@creating-and-erasing - inventions and favours, also an education booth
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
I’ll just have whatever you have. That’ll make it easier. Just make a bigger portion instead of separate meals.
Florian nods.
"Alright, pancakes it is!"
He gets up and turns on the stove, taking ingredients out of the pantry.
[sits down and examines the room]
Florian has just poured the pancake mix into the pan when there is the sound of the front door unlocking. A man lets himself in. He is much shorter than Florian, with messy grayish-blonde hair dyed with streaks of blue. His blue eyes are the most striking part of him, and they light up when they see Florian.
"Hey babe—" he stops suddenly when he sees Albrecht.
"Who's this?"
[Albrecht gets alarmed and all of his eyes go wide.]
Hello? Florian, who is this?
Florian sighs. He didn’t think Julian would be home today. He turns to the man first.
“Jules, this is my uncle Albrecht.”
The man’s eyes widen as he glances back over at Albrecht.
“Uncle Albrecht, this is my fiancé, Julian Fairchild.”
Oh my! I didn’t know you got engaged! Glückwunsch!
[holds out his hand for Julian to shake]
Julian shakes his hand, still looking a little confused. He sits down in an armchair next to the couch Albrecht is sitting on.
"So, how did you two... reconnect?"
Oh ummm…I saw Florian decorating his flower shop and he recognized me…I don’t know how. I look different from the last time we saw each other.
Florian's brow crinkles.
"I am a little surprised I recognized him. Your face though, it's still familiar."
Julian smiles.
"That's great! I've heard a little bit about you, Albrecht, but it's nice to actually meet you!"
You have? What have you heard?
"Florian told me about his childhood quite a bit—how you would to read to him when he was sick and play with him when he was well. You and Clara took good care of him."
You and Clara took good care of him."
Clara and I never had children of our own. So we took care of our nephews as if they were our own.
"That reminds me of my aunt. My parents weren't always around, so she took care of my sister and I when our parents were busy."
[Albrecht nods. He understands how valuable family is.]
How did you and Florian meet?
Florian is cooking the food and listening to them talk. He laughs when he hears this.
“Jules, do you want to explain? Or should I?”
“It’s such a convoluted story. Basically, I found Florian in his house, which was all rundown and I thought was abandoned. I was tipsy, and my friend dared me to go see what was in the ‘abandoned’ house. I found Florian there, and he was really sick. I felt bad, so I brought him some food and medicine, and once I got him to leave the hermit lifestyle behind, the rest is history!”
The what lifestyle? Florian! How did you end up like that?
Florian looks away, gathering his words for a moment.
"I... lost someone very dear to me. I wasn't prepared to lose her, and it made me... lose hope. For a while."
Julian leans back and squeezes Florian's arm reassuringly; he knows how much these memories pain Florian.
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
I’ll just have whatever you have. That’ll make it easier. Just make a bigger portion instead of separate meals.
Florian nods.
"Alright, pancakes it is!"
He gets up and turns on the stove, taking ingredients out of the pantry.
[sits down and examines the room]
Florian has just poured the pancake mix into the pan when there is the sound of the front door unlocking. A man lets himself in. He is much shorter than Florian, with messy grayish-blonde hair dyed with streaks of blue. His blue eyes are the most striking part of him, and they light up when they see Florian.
"Hey babe—" he stops suddenly when he sees Albrecht.
"Who's this?"
[Albrecht gets alarmed and all of his eyes go wide.]
Hello? Florian, who is this?
Florian sighs. He didn’t think Julian would be home today. He turns to the man first.
“Jules, this is my uncle Albrecht.”
The man’s eyes widen as he glances back over at Albrecht.
“Uncle Albrecht, this is my fiancé, Julian Fairchild.”
Oh my! I didn’t know you got engaged! Glückwunsch!
[holds out his hand for Julian to shake]
Julian shakes his hand, still looking a little confused. He sits down in an armchair next to the couch Albrecht is sitting on.
"So, how did you two... reconnect?"
Oh ummm…I saw Florian decorating his flower shop and he recognized me…I don’t know how. I look different from the last time we saw each other.
Florian's brow crinkles.
"I am a little surprised I recognized him. Your face though, it's still familiar."
Julian smiles.
"That's great! I've heard a little bit about you, Albrecht, but it's nice to actually meet you!"
You have? What have you heard?
"Florian told me about his childhood quite a bit—how you would to read to him when he was sick and play with him when he was well. You and Clara took good care of him."
You and Clara took good care of him."
Clara and I never had children of our own. So we took care of our nephews as if they were our own.
"That reminds me of my aunt. My parents weren't always around, so she took care of my sister and I when our parents were busy."
[Albrecht nods. He understands how valuable family is.]
How did you and Florian meet?
Florian is cooking the food and listening to them talk. He laughs when he hears this.
“Jules, do you want to explain? Or should I?”
“It’s such a convoluted story. Basically, I found Florian in his house, which was all rundown and I thought was abandoned. I was tipsy, and my friend dared me to go see what was in the ‘abandoned’ house. I found Florian there, and he was really sick. I felt bad, so I brought him some food and medicine, and once I got him to leave the hermit lifestyle behind, the rest is history!”
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
I’ll just have whatever you have. That’ll make it easier. Just make a bigger portion instead of separate meals.
Florian nods.
"Alright, pancakes it is!"
He gets up and turns on the stove, taking ingredients out of the pantry.
[sits down and examines the room]
Florian has just poured the pancake mix into the pan when there is the sound of the front door unlocking. A man lets himself in. He is much shorter than Florian, with messy grayish-blonde hair dyed with streaks of blue. His blue eyes are the most striking part of him, and they light up when they see Florian.
"Hey babe—" he stops suddenly when he sees Albrecht.
"Who's this?"
[Albrecht gets alarmed and all of his eyes go wide.]
Hello? Florian, who is this?
Florian sighs. He didn’t think Julian would be home today. He turns to the man first.
“Jules, this is my uncle Albrecht.”
The man’s eyes widen as he glances back over at Albrecht.
“Uncle Albrecht, this is my fiancé, Julian Fairchild.”
Oh my! I didn’t know you got engaged! Glückwunsch!
[holds out his hand for Julian to shake]
Julian shakes his hand, still looking a little confused. He sits down in an armchair next to the couch Albrecht is sitting on.
"So, how did you two... reconnect?"
Oh ummm…I saw Florian decorating his flower shop and he recognized me…I don’t know how. I look different from the last time we saw each other.
Florian's brow crinkles.
"I am a little surprised I recognized him. Your face though, it's still familiar."
Julian smiles.
"That's great! I've heard a little bit about you, Albrecht, but it's nice to actually meet you!"
You have? What have you heard?
"Florian told me about his childhood quite a bit—how you would to read to him when he was sick and play with him when he was well. You and Clara took good care of him."
You and Clara took good care of him."
Clara and I never had children of our own. So we took care of our nephews as if they were our own.
"That reminds me of my aunt. My parents weren't always around, so she took care of my sister and I when our parents were busy."
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
I’ll just have whatever you have. That’ll make it easier. Just make a bigger portion instead of separate meals.
Florian nods.
"Alright, pancakes it is!"
He gets up and turns on the stove, taking ingredients out of the pantry.
[sits down and examines the room]
Florian has just poured the pancake mix into the pan when there is the sound of the front door unlocking. A man lets himself in. He is much shorter than Florian, with messy grayish-blonde hair dyed with streaks of blue. His blue eyes are the most striking part of him, and they light up when they see Florian.
"Hey babe—" he stops suddenly when he sees Albrecht.
"Who's this?"
[Albrecht gets alarmed and all of his eyes go wide.]
Hello? Florian, who is this?
Florian sighs. He didn’t think Julian would be home today. He turns to the man first.
“Jules, this is my uncle Albrecht.”
The man’s eyes widen as he glances back over at Albrecht.
“Uncle Albrecht, this is my fiancé, Julian Fairchild.”
Oh my! I didn’t know you got engaged! Glückwunsch!
[holds out his hand for Julian to shake]
Julian shakes his hand, still looking a little confused. He sits down in an armchair next to the couch Albrecht is sitting on.
"So, how did you two... reconnect?"
Oh ummm…I saw Florian decorating his flower shop and he recognized me…I don’t know how. I look different from the last time we saw each other.
Florian's brow crinkles.
"I am a little surprised I recognized him. Your face though, it's still familiar."
Julian smiles.
"That's great! I've heard a little bit about you, Albrecht, but it's nice to actually meet you!"
You have? What have you heard?
"Florian told me about his childhood quite a bit—how you would to read to him when he was sick and play with him when he was well. You and Clara took good care of him."
You and Clara took good care of him."
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
I’ll just have whatever you have. That’ll make it easier. Just make a bigger portion instead of separate meals.
Florian nods.
"Alright, pancakes it is!"
He gets up and turns on the stove, taking ingredients out of the pantry.
[sits down and examines the room]
Florian has just poured the pancake mix into the pan when there is the sound of the front door unlocking. A man lets himself in. He is much shorter than Florian, with messy grayish-blonde hair dyed with streaks of blue. His blue eyes are the most striking part of him, and they light up when they see Florian.
"Hey babe—" he stops suddenly when he sees Albrecht.
"Who's this?"
[Albrecht gets alarmed and all of his eyes go wide.]
Hello? Florian, who is this?
Florian sighs. He didn’t think Julian would be home today. He turns to the man first.
“Jules, this is my uncle Albrecht.”
The man’s eyes widen as he glances back over at Albrecht.
“Uncle Albrecht, this is my fiancé, Julian Fairchild.”
Oh my! I didn’t know you got engaged! Glückwunsch!
[holds out his hand for Julian to shake]
Julian shakes his hand, still looking a little confused. He sits down in an armchair next to the couch Albrecht is sitting on.
"So, how did you two... reconnect?"
Oh ummm…I saw Florian decorating his flower shop and he recognized me…I don’t know how. I look different from the last time we saw each other.
Florian's brow crinkles.
"I am a little surprised I recognized him. Your face though, it's still familiar."
Julian smiles.
"That's great! I've heard a little bit about you, Albrecht, but it's nice to actually meet you!"
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
I’ll just have whatever you have. That’ll make it easier. Just make a bigger portion instead of separate meals.
Florian nods.
"Alright, pancakes it is!"
He gets up and turns on the stove, taking ingredients out of the pantry.
[sits down and examines the room]
Florian has just poured the pancake mix into the pan when there is the sound of the front door unlocking. A man lets himself in. He is much shorter than Florian, with messy grayish-blonde hair dyed with streaks of blue. His blue eyes are the most striking part of him, and they light up when they see Florian.
"Hey babe—" he stops suddenly when he sees Albrecht.
"Who's this?"
[Albrecht gets alarmed and all of his eyes go wide.]
Hello? Florian, who is this?
Florian sighs. He didn’t think Julian would be home today. He turns to the man first.
“Jules, this is my uncle Albrecht.”
The man’s eyes widen as he glances back over at Albrecht.
“Uncle Albrecht, this is my fiancé, Julian Fairchild.”
Oh my! I didn’t know you got engaged! Glückwunsch!
[holds out his hand for Julian to shake]
Julian shakes his hand, still looking a little confused. He sits down in an armchair next to the couch Albrecht is sitting on.
"So, how did you two... reconnect?"
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
I’ll just have whatever you have. That’ll make it easier. Just make a bigger portion instead of separate meals.
Florian nods.
"Alright, pancakes it is!"
He gets up and turns on the stove, taking ingredients out of the pantry.
[sits down and examines the room]
Florian has just poured the pancake mix into the pan when there is the sound of the front door unlocking. A man lets himself in. He is much shorter than Florian, with messy grayish-blonde hair dyed with streaks of blue. His blue eyes are the most striking part of him, and they light up when they see Florian.
"Hey babe—" he stops suddenly when he sees Albrecht.
"Who's this?"
[Albrecht gets alarmed and all of his eyes go wide.]
Hello? Florian, who is this?
Florian sighs. He didn’t think Julian would be home today. He turns to the man first.
“Jules, this is my uncle Albrecht.”
The man’s eyes widen as he glances back over at Albrecht.
“Uncle Albrecht, this is my fiancé, Julian Fairchild.”
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
I’ll just have whatever you have. That’ll make it easier. Just make a bigger portion instead of separate meals.
Florian nods.
"Alright, pancakes it is!"
He gets up and turns on the stove, taking ingredients out of the pantry.
[sits down and examines the room]
Florian has just poured the pancake mix into the pan when there is the sound of the front door unlocking. A man lets himself in. He is much shorter than Florian, with messy grayish-blonde hair dyed with streaks of blue. His blue eyes are the most striking part of him, and they light up when they see Florian.
"Hey babe—" he stops suddenly when he sees Albrecht.
"Who's this?"
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
I’ll just have whatever you have. That’ll make it easier. Just make a bigger portion instead of separate meals.
Florian nods.
"Alright, pancakes it is!"
He gets up and turns on the stove, taking ingredients out of the pantry.
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
What do you have to eat? I don’t want to be a bother.
"I have the supplies for pancakes, waffles, french toast, and eggs. Take your pick!"
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
I feel better than I did yesterday.
[All of Albrecht’s eyes are open.]
The eyes are unnerving Florian a little, but he tries his best to hide it.
"I'm glad! Would you like anything to eat?"
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Oh…good morning! How did you sleep?
Florian stretches and a few of his joints pop loudly.
"I would have slept better if I hadn't fallen asleep sitting up," he admits, rubbing his neck.
"I'm alright, though. How about you?"
[Albrecht finally wakes up from his nap. He stretches and gets out of bed.]
Florian?
-@bibliothek-von-wissen
Florian had nodded off on the couch, but he wakes up when Albrecht calls to him.
"I'm out here," he says groggily.
Albrecht happens upon a flower shop. A man is outside hanging a garland over the door. The man looks down from the ladder at him, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Onkel Albrecht? Bist du das?"
- @floral-demise
[Albrecht pauses, stunned for a moment. He recognizes that voice…but it can’t be, can it? He turns to look at the floral shop.]
Florian? Oh Gott! Oh! Endlich ein bekanntes Gesicht!
[He runs over and hugs Florian.]
Florian can't help grinning—even though Albrecht is rather gross to hug, given the grime and eyes covering him.
He pulls away after a moment, looking his uncle up and down.
"Ich freue mich sehr, dich wiederzusehen! Verzeih die Frage, aber wie bist du noch am Leben?"
(I am so happy to see you again! Forgive the question, but how are you still alive?)
Ich weiß nicht, wie. Ich bin so froh, dass ich jetzt nicht mehr allein bin. Jonah ist zwar da, aber er wirkt heutzutage irgendwie intensiver.
I don't know how. I'm so glad I'm not alone now. Jonah is around but he seems more intense nowadays.
Florian led his uncle inside the shop. He'd rather have this conversation out of view of London's many security cameras.
"Ich habe schon immer vermutet, dass Jonah etwas mit deinem Ableben zu tun hatte – angesichts seiner … okularen Natur. Hast du mit ihm gesprochen?"
Ich habe mit ihm gesprochen ... Ich möchte nicht darüber reden, was passiert ist ... Wie bist du noch am Leben?
I talked to him…I don't what to talk about what happened…How are you alive?
“Ah. Ich bin sicher, du erinnerst dich an meine vielen Krankheiten? Es stellt sich heraus, dass meine vielen Begegnungen mit dem Tod meine Bindung zu einem der übernatürlichen Wesen, die du und Jonah studiert habt, gestärkt haben. Ich glaube, du hast die Krankheit miterlebt, die mich tatsächlich getötet hat. In der kurzen Zeit, in der ich tot war, wurde mir eine zweite Chance angeboten, dem kommenden Ende zu dienen, und ich nahm sie an. Ich habe all diese Zeit in guter Gesundheit gelebt, und solange ich ihm diene, wird der Tod nicht für mich kommen.”
(Ah. I'm sure you remember my many illnesses? It turns out that my many encounters with death have strengthened my bond with one of the supernatural entities you and Jonah have studied. I believe you witnessed the illness that actually killed me. In the short time I was dead, I was offered a second chance to serve the Coming End, and I accepted it. I have lived all this time in good health, and as long as I serve it, death will not come for me.)
Das ist meine Schuld, oder?
[Albrecht looks heartbroken at the idea of this all being his fault.]
Es tut mir leid. Ich wollte nie, dass du verletzt wirst.
Florian placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
“Nein, nein, du hast das nicht verursacht. Ich war schon krank, als du angefangen hast, dich mit ihm zu treffen, und es war meine eigene Schuld, dass ich dich belauscht habe. Dein Studium bei Jonah hat mir nur einen Namen für etwas gegeben, das ohnehin schon passieren würde. Außerdem bin ich jetzt glücklich. Ich habe mir ein Leben aufgebaut und Menschen gefunden, die ich lieben kann, was viel mehr ist als je zuvor, bevor ich dem Ende diente.”
Warum haben Sie ein Blumengeschäft eröffnet? Gibt es einen Grund dafür?
[Albrecht looks around. He’s a bit overwhelmed by all the scents that the flowers are giving off.]
Du siehst jetzt so gesund aus...
[trying to ignore the flower scent]
Florian’s face brightens.
“Früher war ich gesundheitlich nicht in der Lage, mich beständig darum zu kümmern, doch die Gartenarbeit war schon immer eine meiner Leidenschaften. Clara ließ mich früher dem Gärtner bei der Pflege der Gärten helfen – wann immer ich dazu imstande war –, und ich liebte es. Und so verkaufe ich nun, da ich es wieder kann, Blumen.”
Gibt es irgendwo einen Ort ohne die Blumen? Es ist überwältigend.
[Albrecht is overwhelmed by the scents]
"Oh, natürlich! Meine Wohnung ist oben – wir können dorthin gehen, wenn du möchtest."
(Oh, of course! My flat is upstairs—we can go there if you like.)
Das wäre wunderbar. Danke.
[Albrecht pauses]
Könnten Sie mir beibringen, Englisch zu sprechen? Ich kann es nur schreiben, lesen und verstehen.
Florian leads Albrecht up the stairs to his flat, unlocking the door with a key from his pocket.
"Ich bin vielleicht nicht der beste Lehrer, aber ich werde es ganz sicher versuchen!"
Ich habe dich so sehr vermisst ... Ich dachte, ich wäre allein…
I missed you so much…I thought I was alone because Clara is still dead…
Florian embraces Albrecht again.
“Es tut mir so leid wegen Clara. Ich vermisse sie genauso sehr wie du – ich hatte nur einfach viel länger Zeit, es zu verarbeiten.”
[coughs up eyeball]
Florian pulls back, startled.
"Geht es dir gut?"
I…need a nap…
"Fair enough. The bathroom is right there, you're free to wash up and I'll have the bed made for you while you're doing that."
