anthony jay crowley ( it is in fact, just a jay -- even though everyone always thinks he means the letter ), has been running his flower shop in soho for years now. they love every part of it, from building bouquets to taking care of large house plants. most people never know what to expect, but crowley takes buying plants very seriously -- to the point that he makes them fill out an adoption form, that they each know how to take care of their plants. the bookshop in the area, run by aziraphale, crowley's dearest friend, and her heart if she was being honest -- often made their opinion very clear on not agreeing with the way crowley yelled at the plants. but the evidence was there, they grew better when she threatened them with the garbage disposal.
she spent a lot of time in her own shop, but there was that part of her -- that was drawn to the bookstore across the street. they would find excuses to stop by, if they were out watering their plants in the planter boxes, or if they saw aziraphale opening the shop up, they'd pop over just to say hello, to chat. that had grown to lunches. until eventually, crowley spent almost whole days bouncing between their shops. spent time getting to know every piece of the other, they had fallen in love somewhere along the way and never even looked back.
however, today was busy. crowley had to make sixteen table displays, and five different bouquets for a wedding. he had been trying to go over to the bookshop, but knew he wouldn't come back if he left before the work was done.
at the point that she had finished all of the work, it had been so late. she hadn't even stopped for dinner, and was debating on just crawling into bed -- sleep was her fourth favourite thing in the world. after aziraphale, the stars, and plants. but -- she had so many things out to make beautiful bouquets, that she had decided to make one more. each flower is picked carefully, with love and precision. green carnations, for the historic symbol of them -- for the symbol they represent. they'd talked about their love of oscar wilde in the past, and the way that he had brought green carnations into queer culture. next they had added a few pink carnations -- they represented the sentiment of 'i will never forget you'. daisies, for their meaning of 'i love you truly', apple blossom for 'i prefer you before all', camellia in pink, red, and white, each with their own meaning: 'longing for you', 'you're a flame in my heart', and 'you're adorable'. and finally, heliotrope for 'eternal love and devotion'. he looks over the bouquet before wrapping it carefully and walking to the store, of course it's locked by the time she gets there, and so she knocks. so nervous that aziraphale will hate it, or maybe that they won't understand what it is. "i was very busy today, then i figured i would make you this as an apology for missing our lunch date." she explains with a shrug, avoiding looking directly at aziraphale due to nerves.
they walk in, simply for something to do. hips moving, as they always do. so many people have whispered about their walk over the years, but it's simply how they've always moved. "well, unfortunately they'll only last so long -- since it's a bouquet. however, i trimmed them to last longer and i brought a packet of flower food to pour into the water. do you have an exceptionally clean vase?? that's what i always recommend. or, i suppose you could hang them and dry them and then press them." she opens her mouth then closes it, moves her hand to her hip trying to figure out what to do with her hands while she watches aziraphale. "do you know much about flowers and their meanings?? have you read a book on it??"
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