Gloxinias – stand for love at first sight. Hm, she seems like the type to honestly believe in such a concept; nativity clearly hangs over her, draping like a cloak almost. Easy to bend and snap, corrupt and eventually crack. With the light shades of those flowers, he’ll paint her black in a single, broad stroke and leave her like that when he’s done with her.
But for now, he needs to take steps; no one gets a checkmate right away, so he has to wait. Take his time and watch – respond in the right moments where he sees fit. He can do this – he’s done this more than once; confidence was never something he was particularly lacking in, even now.
“I think the oddest ones make for the most interesting ones,” he says after a bit, almost like he wasn’t just trailing off with his thoughts.“It’s not strange to like such a flower; it’s beautiful with a beautiful meaning, ja? I find it fits you, or at least what I’ve seen of you thus far.”
she likes the meaning. she likes that there was a flower to symbolize such a magical moment, even though she believes such a case was rare. she yearns for it, of course- the magic princess moment when one sees the person they want to spend the rest of their life with-
she thought she’d felt it before.
she does not see herself in these colors, these graceful hues. she freezes for a moment, a look of confusion crossing her face before she adopts a small smile, hoping he won’t pay too much attention to her.
“it’s very kind of you to relate such a flower to me--” she laughs, somewhat out of her comfort zone as her thoughts attempt to flee down bad places. “i can tell you meanings of other plants if you wish-”