[Sometime during the day, Luce will find herself gifted with a bouquet dominated by the brilliance of a single amarylis surrounded by a cloud of white lilacs and red yarrow. Backing them as their base was a series of dried reeds, hollow and brown with age-- the blossoms of everything nearly blocking out the half-bloomed red and white spiderwort that was hidden beneath them. Wrapping the entire bouquet were leaves of hawthorn and vines of solomon's seal.
It was a lovely bouquet overall, but anyone with the mind to know would understand:
The stale music of Pride and Virgo are drowning us out, and it's growing frustrating enough to retaliate. There might be some hope-- but, only if we approach the future with a sense of discretion.
Delivery-- Valentine's Day
It was a lovely bouquet overall, but anyone with the mind to know would understand:
The stale music of Pride and Virgo are drowning us out, and it's growing frustrating enough to retaliate. There might be some hope-- but, only if we approach the future with a sense of discretion.
Attached to it was a simple note:]
♥
-K.