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[nadeshikoiroha-blog]

Meaning of Flowers|| Lyla and Iroha

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“Love, beauty, and strength.” Iroha spoke softly as she arranged the bouquet of white orchids. They were among her personal favorites. 

“But I’m pretty sure you already knew that.” Her eyes flickered up to Lyla, who was once again in the shop with her. The two had developed something of a friendship over the time they’ve known each other, both being passionate about flowers. And the blush haired woman was definitely taking her time while shopping. 

Iroha bound the flowers in heather gray ribbon, holding it in place with a metal pin. She set the flowers in the awaiting glass vase, ready for her customer to pick up, “Floral language is so much more romantic than that of spoken word.” 

[gildedboi-blog]

Floral Decorum || Gill & Lyla

Since paying the deposit for his new... dingy apartment, Gill hadn’t had much time to do much decorating. He didn’t have much room for it either. but he knew he wanted some flowers. He’d never admit it to anyone else, but flowers reminded him of his mother and he liked having them around. Every glance at one felt like a moment with his mother. Even just a week in an apartment with no flowers was starting to get to him.  He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep much of a garden in his current living situation, but he was more than willing to go to the flower shop once or twice a month for a fresh set of flowers. He threw the doors to ‘What in Carnation’ open and boldly entered, turning his head to take everything in. A small smile appeared on his lips at the sight and his usual cold glare faded to a much warmer gaze. 

“Hello?” He started, “I’d like to purchase a few bouquets.” 

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[albino-black-sheep]

Flowers for a Florist || Henry & Lyla

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It was bright out. Almost too bright for Henry’s sensitive eyes, but thankfully his parasol was helpful in shading him against the harsh light of the sun. Today was a special day, he thought, today marked a countless number of days since he and Lyla had become friends all those years ago when their parents introduced them to each other. Well, then again, in that case, every day was a special day. But no matter! He was lucky enough to find some extraordinarily pretty wildflowers growing just outside his pathway to work at the elementary school, and on his way back from work, he decided to pick them and bring a nice little bouquet to his dear friend.

Adjusting the weight of the umbrella to his shoulder, and making sure the flowers were still carefully held in his hand, he knocked on the door to Lyla’s home.