A/N: Thought I forgot about that AU where Simon and Apollo have a one-night stand and Simon has lots of anxiety about it? Think again~! Have fun with the Claypollier side of it. Aromantic polyamorous (polysexual?) Apollo is fun to write. Got the flower meanings from here: http://thelanguageofflowers.com/
Apollo Justice walked into work one morning and found a bouquet of flowers on his desk.
He immediately froze in his tracks, remembering the last time this had happened.
Sighing heavily, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Klavier’s number. He picked up as Apollo collapsed himself into his desk chair.
“Guten morgen, Herr Forehead~” Klavier answered with more melody in his voice than usual. It made Apollo more certain about his assumption.
“What did we agree about grand romantic gestures?” Apollo asked.
“. . . That you’re uncomfortable with overt affection?”
“So you didn’t forget.”
“Of course . . . I . . . didn’t. . . . Why are you asking?”
“Well, who else would’ve sent me a bouquet?”
“. . . Apollo, I didn’t send you any bouquet. I swear. I learned my lesson the first time. Have you checked it for any notes?”
Apollo got back out of the chair and looked the bouquet over.
“There you are, Apollo!” said Athena, walking into the room with a stack of papers. “The flowers are really pretty! Who’re they from?”
“Trying to figure that out, Athena,” Apollo said. To Klavier, he said into the phone, “There’s absolutely no note. Not even a price tag.”
“Hmmmm. Describe the bouquet for me?”
“Well, it’s . . . a bunch of purple flowers with . . . white lilies and peach-colored roses surrounded by ivy.”
“Hmm... Send me a picture?”
“Okay, I’ll have to hang up to do that, but call me back when you have it.”
Apollo hung up, then snapped a photo and send it to Klavier.
Klavier called a few minutes later.
“All right, the purple flowers are hyacinths, the fact that the roses are pale peach is important, and ivy without white tendrils and ivy with white tendrils mean two different things.”
“Wait, it’s a coded message?”
“Whoever sent it to you must have asked the florist what the best way to apologize to you must have been.”
“Apologi - what do the flowers mean!?”
“The purple hyacinths overwhelm the bouquet, and they literally mean ‘I’m sorry, please forgive me.’ They also imply great sorrow. With the white sprigs, the ivy means that they are anxious to please, perhaps because they have wronged you in some way. Could also mean that they feel some level of affection for you. I don’t quite get what the white lilies are doing there, but the pale peach rose means Modesty. Probably to indicate that their pride is not above doing what is necessary to receive forgiveness.”
“What about the white lilies?”
“Well, I’m not exactly an expert, I’m just looking at the definitions on the internet, but this website claims that they mean ‘Virginity.’ Alternatively, purity or majesty.”
“. . . Now I’m more confused than ever.”
“I’m sorry, Herr Forehead, but I believe only you can figure out who they might be from. Has anyone offended you lately?”
“No, everything’s been pretty normal. And anyone who has been mean to me hasn’t exactly been the type who would do something like this.”
Something was niggling at the back of his mind. Something about why the white lilies might be there. But who would send him a bouquet in order to apologize?
“. . . Thanks for the help, anyway, Klavier. And you’re sure you’re not the one who sent them?”
“Positive.”
It was hard to tell over the phone due to no tics, but Klavier sounded honest.
“Well, I’ve gotta get back to work. I’ll see you later at Clay’s.”
“Auf Wiedershen,” Klavier said, and they hung up.
Apollo then called up Clay.
“S’up, hot stuff? Clay asked, having recognized Apollo’s number on his phone.
“Is this bouquet on my desk some kind of prank of yours? Please say yes.”
“. . . No???? You have another bouquet on your desk? I thought we talked to Piano Man about tha-”
“Yes, yes, we did, I called him first. They’re not from him.”
“. . . .”
Clay then let out a squeal that made Apollo tired.
“Do we have another boyfriend!?”
“No, Clay, I have no idea who they’re from!”
“Awww. Well, they’re not from me. Sorry to disappoint.”
Apollo groaned loudly. Phoenix popped his head into the office.
“Something the matter?” Phoenix asked.
Athena shrugged, then walked over to him to explain. Apollo ignored both of them as he tried to think about what he was going to do.
“Well, just think about it, Apollo,” Clay said. “Have you slept with anyone lately?”
“. . . .”
Apollo’s eyes widened.
“Oh shit.”
“Ah, so you did! Hey, wait, how come you didn’t tell me? We’re supposed to not keep that stuff a secret.”
“I - I wasn’t keeping it a secret, I just slipped my mind until now. Shit, shit, shit, shit - !”
“Hey, hey, calm down. It’ll be okay. Who was it? You’ll just have to talk to him.”
Apollo was remembering what Klavier said about the white lilies. And virginity.
His cursing increased and rose in volume. Putting his hand over his face and grabbing at his spiky hair in front, he leaned against the desk, sounding like he was in actual pain.
“Apollo?” Clay’s voice rang on the other end.
“He’s another prosecutor.... There’s no one else it could be.”
“Do you plan to sleep with the entire prosecutor’s office?”
“Shut up.”
“Anyway, you’re really overreacting, aren’t you? He’s just another dude, right? Klavier, Sebastian, and Franziska are the youngest prosecutors, aren’t they? Wouldn’t that mean everyone else is older than you over in that office?”
“Yes, it’s just - never mind, it’s none of your business.”
“Hey-”
“I’ll explain everything later, okay? I’ve gotta go,” Apollo said, hanging up before Clay could say anything else.
Apollo groaned some more. Phoenix and Athena just watched, perplexed.
At the Space Center, Clay dialed Klavier’s number.
“Hey, Apollo called me,” Clay started.
“Same here,” Klavier said.
“Yeah, he said, and I have two things to say.”
“Yes, Star Child?”
Clay grinned despite himself.
“One: he says they’re from another prosecutor. Two: how come I don’t get a bouquet? I like romantic gestures.”
Klavier burst out laughing.
“Would you like it to be a surprise as to what they are, or did you have a request?”
“Well, I don’t know much about flowers, but they are pretty, and now I’m jealous.”
“Surprise it is. And I won’t tell you when you’re getting them, either.”
“Awww, fine. You’re still coming over tonight, right?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Clay made kissing noises over the speaker, and Klavier laughed.
Apollo was great, but Clay was really happy Klavier was now a part of their little outfit.
He hoped things went well with that other prosecutor. And that if he was a new boyfriend, that he got along well with him and Klavier too.
