@deathmimedream
Rain approached her shyly, a bouquet in hand. Mountain must have helped, since Rain wasn’t well versed in Florigraphy. Daffodils, blue and white hyacinths, delphinium, rue, star of Bethlehems, and white roses. Literally calling her beautiful, sweet, and kind, and himself a sad, foolish idiot who misses her dearly and is so sorry he’s going to regret what he’s done forever and wants to make it up to her anyway he possibly can. All in flower. Though his downcast eyes and sad smile spoke just as much as the flowers.
Alyssa, in that moment on her knees in front of one of the many rose bushes in the garden, looked up with a raised brow as a shadow was cast. She took in the sight, silently, looking over each and every flower in that bouquet. Now, she was somewhat versed in floriography, fascinated by it, but she didn't know as much as she would have preferred.
However, she knew enough to know what that bouquet meant. She glanced up at his face, that expression almost saying more than the flowers.
The last time they had spoken had been.. Dramatic, to say the least. She'd lost count of how long the silence between them had lasted. She'd avoided the ghouls, except for Omega, and had only really been conversing with Copia. Was she maybe a tad too stubborn? Yes. But the hurt and betrayal had been taking so much room that she didn't know where to start.
She exhaled slowly, placing her gloved hands in her lap.
"Gonna assume you'd wanna have this conversation in private, then?"
