Ch 1
Chapter 1: Unwanted Bloom
Sunlight dappled through the dusty window of "Petal & Prose,"
Painting stripes across the worn floorboards. Lucus hummed, a small, off-key tune as he misted a wilting rose.
Lucus
Oh, you poor thing. ಠ﹏ಠ
Talking to the flowers 🌹 🌺
Lucus
The bad man's gone now.
Lucus
He wanted... chartreuse. *He shuddered.*
Lucus
Chartreuse! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ
Lucus
Who even uses that word?
Lucus
You just stick to your beautiful, normal red, okay? You’re a classic!
Lucus
*He misted another, taller plant.* And you, my delicate iris.
Lucus
Don't listen to them.
Lucus
They think 'exotic' means 'dyed neon green.'
Lucus
Seriously, who wants a flower that looks like it got hit by a highlighter?
Lucus
Pathetic. *He sighed dramatically. * ಠωಠ
Lucus
My skills are wasted on these philistines.
Lucus
*He grabbed his watering can.* Right, you thirsty lot.
Lucus
Hydration is key. Like, 'H-Y-D-R-A-T-I-O-N.' See?
Lucus
I even spell it out for you. You better appreciate this.
Lucus
This water isn't free, you know. Unlike the ridiculous expectations of some customers.
*He muttered, shaking his
head. *
Lucus
Asking for 'something that screams understated elegance but also whispers a daring passion.' What does that even mean?!
Lucus
I’m selling flowers, not writing poetry!"
A soft chime startled him. The shop door opened, letting in a shaft of golden light and a man who looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine.
William Northumbria.
*enters the shop*
Lucus
Who is this freaking handsome guy?
Lucus
His suit probably costs more than my entire shop. ＼(°o°)／
Lucus
Seriously, how do people even have this much money? ヽ(｡◕o◕｡)ﾉ.
Lucus
I've never seen someone so... polished.
Lucus
He probably bathes in diamond dust.
Lucus
*Lucus forced a polite, blank smile.*
Lucus
Welcome to Petal & Prose.
Lucus
How may I assist you today? *His voice was perfectly neutral, betraying none of his internal chaos.*
The man, William Northumbria, paused, his gaze sweeping the shop. His eyes, intense and unnervingly focused, landed on Lucus. A slow, almost predatory smile stretched his lips. He walked directly to a single, deep blue rose, its petals unfurling in perfect symmetry. He picked it up.
William Northumbria.
Go on a date with me?
Lucus
WHAT?!! (ﾉ*0*)ﾉ)
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