nosco: (✘ 07)
ᴀsɪʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀ ([personal profile] nosco) wrote in [community profile] loccent 2020-04-15 05:49 am (UTC)

[ There's a warmth in his chest that blooms outward as he lets her wander in his greenhouse. He is vain, this is true. But his roses are more than just a hobby - they are a passion that has lasted more than a few centuries.

The roses Hussan sent him are bright red - the kind lovers used to offer to their beloved. And while they are not wholly uncommon, this variety is particularly special. ]


They are mine.

[ He let her go, content that the roses were calling to her. When Eun turns around, she'll find him standing, feet a fair width apart, as though he were a noble from another time altogether standing in his little kingdom. His hands are tucked in his pockets and his eyes are soft, even if his voice brims with pride in those three words.

Softer now, as he comes up behind her, one hand settling on the small of her back as he reaches for a cutting he'd set aside for her. ]


Hussan had not told me that he'd found someone to recover my estate in Spain. I left my roses behind when I fled Spain and later, the European continent.

I didn't think any of them had survived.

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