She stands before him, mahogany curls tousling lightly in the wind as they stand atop the rolling fields of flowers they've planted over their years together. Her smile is was warm as the sunshine that kisses the peaks of her cheeks and joy sparkles in her jeweled irises. "For you Saint," she says finally and places a bouquet in his hands. French Marigold, Mistletoe, Myrtle, Red & Tea Roses.
French Marigold â âYou are unreasonably jealous.â Mistleoe â âKiss meâMyrtle â âBe my sweetheart.â Red Rose â âI love youâTea Rose â âIâll remember, always.â
Recently has been a busy time for the pair of them; returning from travels, reconnecting with their friends, celebrating a special time of year together. In his absence some of them take care of his home, and he appreciates it. After all, this garden has only grown more and more beautiful over the years heâs spent at his ladyâs side. She no longer has to have a fear of harming the flowers, and Saint enjoys the way she looks when sheâs able to tend to the garden. Thereâs been many a new experience for her, even though Saint has been through life after life after life, even he finds this life he has now is interesting. Heâs free. Sheâs free. They live their lives unburdened any longer.Â
He opens the large doors to the courtyard, the breeze carrying the faint and gentle smell of flowers towards him. He breathes in, slow and deep. It is however, surprisingly quiet, and so he takes a step outside; his light footsteps barely making a sound on the stone ground beneath his feet, an old habit he should perhaps leave behind by now.Â
âCardia-san?â he calls softly, wondering where she must have disappeared to.
âIâm right here!â her answer is immediate, as she peers out from behind one of the large bushes.
His smile reflects the warmth in his chest as he takes leisurely strides towards her. âYouâve been out here for some time my dear.â Thereâs a hint of teasing to his tone, though they are both quite aware of what truly lies beneath that. He catches the knowing mirthful gaze of his wife as she uses one hand to brush off her dress and brings herself more directly into view before him.Â
His head tilts curiously.
"For you Saint," she says finally and places a bouquet in his hands.
For a moment, he blinks; itâs not unusual for them to exchange flowers, both are fond of their beauty and ephemeral life, but he is momentarily caught off-guard.Â
âWell now, donât you have a lot to say?â He chuckles, and takes the bouquet from her hands. âTruly, an interesting selection.â He peers at her from beyond the rainbow of colours, and takes a moment to formulate that which he wishes to say.Â
âSetting aside the matter of those marigold for a moment,â he begins, âI love you also. More than anything I can fathom ever having loved in the years upon years I have lived. You are my life, my love, the one who was fated to be beside me, even when Trimegistos left me unaware to that fact.â His heart pangs, just for a moment. âYou are my sweetheart, and I am yours. Forever and always.â He lowers the flowers enough to bring the rest of his face into view, leans forward just a little. âYou may have my kisses whenever you desire; this you know. And I will also take them whenever I so please. This you also know.â
He secures the bouquet in one hand, removing their presence from between them. The other hand makes itâs way to her cheek as she stands before him, cheeks dusted in pink. His unreadable face moves ever closer; but it ends beside her ear, not even pausing for a kiss.Â
âYou know I am selfish, Cardia-san. Especially when it comes to you.â His thumb grazes across her lips, and he chuckles gently. âI am terribly jealous that others get to see you and your beauty. I must make sure they all know who you belong to.âÂ
With that, he pulls away with the same smile as ever. Though he knows, just as well, if thereâs anyone who can read the unreadable - it is her.













