Day 4: Garden
For @kingdonmicrofic I Word Count: 497 I Prompt 4: Garden I Description: Mutant Verse, Mel controls and talks to plants.
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“Look, I need to give Heather something. Something that shows I’m serious,” Robby says as he, Jack, and Frank make their way to a downtown shop called King’s Garden.
“And you think flowers will do that?” Jack asks.
“Not just any flowers,” Robby grins. “King’s flowers.”
If you’re a mutant, you know King’s Garden. It’s run by twin sisters, both mutants. One’s an empath who can read people just by being in the same room as them. The other can control and talk to plants.
“Did you hear that, Langdon?” Jack teases. “Robby’s pulling out the big stop.”
Frank chuckles as they step inside and stops short. The shop is alive with color. Vines climb the walls. Flowers bloom from every direction. It should feel chaotic, but instead, It feels warm, familiar, inviting.
“Two healers. One telekinetic. All male. One with a message of false love and promise.” The voice comes before anyone can respond.
“Becca,” another voice calls, softer. “What did we say about blurting people’s business?”
“To not do it,” the first replies, unfazed, with a teasing smirk.
The sisters appear from behind the counter. Twin blondes, similar in looks, but each with her own spark. One grounded and soft, the other chaotic in a charming way.
“What did she mean by false love?” Robby frowns.
“She means you’re thinking about proposing, but your heart hasn’t caught up yet,” the older one says. “Don’t worry. Becca can keep a secret.”
“I’m Mel.” She gently places a bouquet into Robby’s arms: roses, lilies, and hydrangeas in soft yellows, pinks, and whites. “She needs appreciation first. The future will come later.”
Mel offers a warm smile, then suddenly her eyes narrow. She shoots out a hand, and a vine rises from a pot and coils lightly around Jack’s wrist as he reaches for a tall plant.
“I wouldn’t touch that,” she warns lightly. “Unless you like counting to nine.”
She turns to Frank and smiles brightly. “You’re here.”
Before he can respond, she ducks behind the counter and returns with a small tube, placing it in his hand.
“For your back pain.”
Frank blinks. “How did you—?”
She taps her temple, giggling. “Precognitive empath.”
Then she’s gone again, helping Robby check out. Before he knows it, Frank is back outside, trailing behind the others. But something lingers.
“I’ll be right back,” he mutters, turning back toward the shop.
Inside, Mel is trying to lift a heavy vase. He quietly opens the door, lifts a hand, and the vase rises off the floor. Mel turns and laughs softly when she sees him.
“I can’t grow anything,” he says with a shrug, “but I can move a thing or two.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” she replies, smiling.
“I just wanted to say goodbye. And… I hope to see you around, Mel.”
“I’d like that,” she says, voice warm.
Frank lingers, then turns to leave. Mel watches him go, a soft smile on her lips as the vines sway above her.
