Language of the FlowersThe language of flowers, sometimes called floriography, was a Victorian-era means of communication in which various flowers
and floral arrangements were used to send coded messages, allowing individuals to express feelings which otherwise could not be spoken.i. Violet Rose {Caesar X Latisha}
*Finished. 25th Sept. 2009
*Requested by Vegi. :D
ii. Bell Flower {??? X ???}
*Requested by El.
iii. Snow Drop {??? X ???)
* Requested by Tate.
1v. Bells of Ireland {??? X ???}
* Requested by Pops.
v. Lime Blossom {??? X ???}
* Requested by no one. :D
vi. Forget-me-not {??? X ???}
*Requested by Wally-nee
vii. Broom {??? X ???}
*requested by Cappers
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White Clover
Characters: Hrist, Clyde
Genre: Romance, Eyes of Clyde
Meaning: I promise
Dedicated to: El. :D
I sighed, plopping down onto my canopy bed, my sore muscles easing in euphoria. My chestnut brown hair was soaked in sweat as my eyes closed in fatigue. I was drifting off to sleep, but a segment of my thoughts were straining me to stay awake. That girl...
The one I just rescued from a burned down village. The poor girl was covered in cuts and bruises, she had been shaking and traumatized. I took her in and let the maids clean her up, I had no idea how a ... girl I just saved from death could probe my thoughts so easily... I stood up slowly and walked out, ignoring the aches of my muscles. I... felt uneasy, that I left a girl to fend for herself in the castle.
I slowly walked into the room that the maids let her rest in, knocking on the door lightly to make sure she knew someone was coming in. Slowly, I turned the doorknob, peeping. She was on the bed; stiff and tensed. I walked in slowly, closing the door behind me. I sat on the bed next to her, careful to make a small distance, so not to make her even more uncomfortable than she already is. "Um.. Do you know your name?"
Her blue eyes--filled with doubt--looked at me, then, waited for a few more seconds before opening her mouth. "H-Hrist."
"That's a lovely name." I smiled at her, her voice was very much like a bell. I felt tempted to ruffle her hair and to break the ice around them. My hand moved to her head, I looked at her to see any hints of wanting him to stop. To his surprise, she was clenching her eyes shut, waiting for something. "Is anything the matter?"
"I'm sorry, but don't hit me.. I won't do it again, I promise..." She went on, terror and fear thick in her expression. She was near to tears, something... terrible must have happened.
My hand dropped from her head to her rough cheek that had a bruised on it, thankfully the maids had bandaged all of her wounds. I slowly and gently rubbed her cheek soothingly, trying to calm her down. "What happened..?"
" I.. was abused.." She slowly said, her hesitation melt away, feeling a sense of security.
"C'mon. I promise you, no one here would abuse you. You're safe now."
~ End
Note: ... I don't particularly like the ending. o__O And this is when they were youngggg. :D
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Violet Rose
Characters: Latisha Lightfellow, Caesar Silverberg
Meaning: First Sign of Love
Time Arc: Flashbacks. XD
Flower Chosen By: Vegi. :D
Caesar--a 7 year old protegee--rolled his green eyes. He was getting sick of the class jocks calling him name when he preferred to stay in a quiet class instead of joining them in a rowdy game of soccer. It annoyed him to no end that they loved calling him names; ranging from 'bookworm' to 'hedgehog'.
...
He had now only realized they were calling him a various sorts of animals.
Calming himself down, he reminded himself that he had a class to himself. No annoying teachers to throw a duster nor a chalk at him or any jocks to tease him. It was evening; the sun was kissing the sky farewell, stranding a wide variation of colours among the sky--red, blue, pink and orange--it was a brilliant sight to lay your eyes on.
He tore his gaze away from sun setting when he heard the door opened. To his dismay, a group of athletes entered the classroom. His green eyes stared at the clock on top of the black board. It was still 30 more minutes before his father would pick him up from school.
Brett--from what Caesar observed--was their obvious leader of the pack. "If it isn't the bookworm..."
The red-head scoffed and looked away, trying to get them not to get under his skin. Apparently, there was no one to save him from this demise. There was only one girl present whom was sitting beside him. Asking a girl for help... Even Caesar had his pride...
"Hasn't anyone taught you that you should respond when someone calls you..?" Brett growled, irritated. His large hand grabbed the collar of Caesar's uniform, lifting him from his desk.
"Um.." A soft voice was heard. All heads was turned to the girl beside Caesar. "Brett, can you put him down..?"
He looked at her, his eyebrow arched. She looked at him, her greyish black eyes staring at him innocently. Heaving out a sigh, he let the red head down and walked away. "Fine.."
A small smile made way to her lips as she looked at Caesar; whom was suprisingly calm. "Are.. you alright..?"
"Yea." He nodded at her, "..thanks."
Blinking, she asked him. "Is your pride just hurt because you got saved by a girl?" He twitched and stiffened; she must have hit the nail right on the head.A giggle left her lips before she could hold back her laughter.
A light blush covered his cheek--though it was covered by his book, thankfully-- she sounded.. so adorable... "I'm Caesar Silverberg. Thank you for... ridding me of that nuisance."
She blinked, her eyelashes were more defined. "..'nuisance'..? Oh, you mean my cousin! He's ... always like that."
"Cousin..? Then, you're.."
"Mm-hm. Latisha Lightfellow, pleased to make your acquintance!" Grinning at him, he couldn't help but smile back.
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Witch Hazel
Characters: Hrist, Clyde
Genre: Romance, Eyes of Clyde, Side of Clyde During Indigo
Meaning: A spell
Dedicated to: El. :D
I leaned against my chair, my eyes were empty, so was my heart. I was devoid of emotions, the memory of Hrist dying playing painfully over and over in my mind, stinging my eyes with tears, tightening the chains around my heart that was already torn. Thankfully, the men taht served under me were aware of what a phase I was going through, no one would see me in this state, and I could do what I was strongly tempted to; cry.
My hands covered my face, trying to snap myself out of it. Pride was the only thing in my way. But, then again, Hrist would be ... miserable if she saw me as I was. To me, Hrist.. was magical. I found myself falling for her as we spent our time together; it was as if I was under a spell. A spell I never wanted to get out from.
I felt pressure on my lap, a light feathery feeling pressed against my lips. I looked up, my eyes widening.
Hrist...
I guess, this was her last spell. A spell to break out of my misery and embrace my life.
A life without Hrist.
~ End
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Bellflower
Character: Mirelle Suzette, Lucifer Lightfellow
Genre: Romance
Meaning: Thinking of You
Requested by/Dedicated to: El. :D
Mirelle leaned against the wall of the family estate, sighing to herself. Her bleached blond bangs covered part of her hair, as she played with the darker ends of her hair. Her beret covered her eyes from the outsiders, which suited her just fine, after all, she could let any one of her relatives to see that she was slighty sad.
She was back in France--having took the advice of Clarion, her cousin--she was depressed at the fact that she had to leave Lucifer. Her grandmother was bed ridden with pneumonia, and she came back to France to visit her, thus she had to leave her potential love interest.
Her slim and graceful fingers fiddled with the ring that was attached to her necklace; it brought a smile upon her lips. Lucifer had gave one of his twin set as a gift for her to remember him when she was away from him; it touched her. She spent her last 17 years in her family's estate, confined to the building. She couldn't believe in her mother's words that all men were creatures that only thrived on sex and money. Having met Milanor, Caesar, Adell, Remy and Lucifer, she had more than enough reason to stop believing in her mother.
Sighing to herself, a light blush stained her cheeks.
He was all she could think of.
~ End
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Bells of Ireland
Character: El, Ash? o__O
Meaning: Luck
Genre: Fluff
Dedicated to: Popsie! :D And El!
Smiling, Ash laid his eyes on his girlfriend, El. He couldn't believe someone like himself--a pervert who likes to drink--was able to be so lucky to have her love and attention.
His fingers combed through her magnificent black locks, planting a kiss over the side of her head. "Hey.. Pumpkin..?"
"Yes, Hoot hoot?" She smiled, a blush overcoming her cheeks.
"I love you." He smiled.
"I love you too." Their lips met in a chaste kiss.
He had to thank Lady Luck when he had a chance...
~ End
Note: Deal with it.Labels: Language of the Flowers
Yellow Tulip
Characters: Idelle, Vincent
Genre: Angst, Romance, Eyes of Idelle
Meaning: A hopeless romance
Dedicated to: El! :D
My eyes looked at Vincent--a long time friend of mine. He was talking to another girl, oddly intimate too. I scoffed and looked away; I watched time and time again as he fell for the girls that were vying for his status, never was there one that was just pleased with his attention. He couldn't see beyond what people want, he couldn't see what people were able to give him, he couldn't see that I loved him.
Time and time again, I watched as he fell for the wrong person, I strived to smile and encourage him, I strived tolend him a shoulder to cry on, a friend who'd hug him when someone is down; but it just wasn't enough.
He wouldn't see who wanted to be his friend and who didn't.
That's why; I'll always be trapped in my hopeless love for him.
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Purple Lilac
Characters: Hrist, Clyde
Genre: Fluff
Meaning: First emotion of Love
Time Setting: Set about... 3 years after White Clover.
Dedicated to: VEGGERS! :DDD ONE OF THE THREE READERS I LOVE.
Clyde sat beside his younger sister, Noelle. Dana and Hrist were playing in the garden--albeit the latter was rather hesitant whether she should have. Noelle was laying on his shoulder, clearly tired from Dana's hyperactivity. "Hey.." Her soft voice broke him out of his thoughts. "That Hrist..." Her usual stoic face broke out into a devilish grin. "You like her, don't you~?"
"W-Wha..?!" He blinked, taken back by the sudden teasing demeanor his sister was emitting. "Noelle, I don't like her. She's just a really good friend."
"That's what Mommy said; denial is the first step to everything." Her grin grew even wider.
Before Clyde was given a chance to retort back to her, Dana came running to him, draggin Hrist along. "Broooottthherrrrrrr!"
He blinked and looked at them. "Hm?"
"Hrist and I wanna go to the river! Is that okay?" She asked, seemingly full of energy.
Clyde smiled and nodded, "sure, I don't see why not. Dana, make extra sure Hrist doesn't fall in, alright?"
"You got it!"
"It's not like I'd fall in..."
"Just incase." He chuckled.
Noelle watched as those two ran off before grinning again. "Yep, definitely like her."
"NO!"
~ End
Note: That just seemed... crappy.Labels: Language of the Flowers
Arbor Vitae
Characters: Yusuke, Naomi
Genre: Hinted romance, Eyes of Yusuke
Meaning: Everlasting Friendship
Dedicated to: El. :D
I laid on the meadow, the sun was setting. Strands of magnificent shades of colors were spread towards the sky, it was bright but it was quite a sight for sore eyes. I turned my head slightly, and saw her, amazed at such a simple yet magnificent sight. Our hands were loosely entwined, but tour relationship did not contain romance, they were best friends.
I chuckled lightly, her attention was on me. I smiled at her, "you never saw a sun set before?"
She blushed from embarassment, "w-well... You know how protective my brother was..."
Smiling, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, warming her. Seriously, the school's uniform for girls had the most shortest skirt. I felt both sorry and grateful since I could admire her long, white legs from afar. I knew I wanted more from this friendship of ours. But, I'm content. Just being friends with her, was more than enough for me.
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Forget-Me-Not
Characters: Elliot, Noelle
Meaning: True Love
Dedicated to: Wally-nee. :D
Genre: Romance
Noelle sighed, as she rested her sore body on the canopy bed in her luxurious room. Her fingertips traced the soft petals of the bouquet of flowers that Elliot gave to her before he had departed for war. A certain memory clicked at her mind as she blushed; her grandfather, Algernon--the king of Gnome region--had promised Elliot if he were come back from the war in one piece, he would have Noelle's hand in marriage.
She couldn't make any noise, since her younder sister; Dana was asleep next to her. She blinked, catching a brilliant a hue of blue deep inside the bouquet, her fingers lightly stroking the petals; a smile stretched upon her lips. Forget me not flowers...
Noelle smiled, "I'll wait for you, Elliot... As long as you wish.."
~End
Note: ...
DXLabels: Language of the Flowers
Snow Drop
Characters: Milanor, Clarion
Meaning: Hope
Dedicated to: Tater. XD
Genre: Romance, Fluff, First Point of View
I looked at her from afar, her raven black hair flowing behind her, her natural red hued eyes glimmering in the sun. That smile on her face that seemed so angelic... How I wished that smile was for me. Clarion and myself, we weren't friends, we merely knew each other through Cafe Bliss where she worked as a waitress.
In my eyes, I honestly thought of that girl as an angel. I would call it embarassing, but I've loved her ever since I've laid my eyes on her. She was like an angel that dropped into my life...
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Acacia
Characters: Hrist, Clyde
Meaning: Secret Love
Genre: Romance, Fluff, First Point of View, flash backs. XD
Dedicated to: Everyone at the chat. 8D
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, for the first time in all of my 13 years of life.
"I promise you, Hrist. When this is over, I'll save you."
I was not supposed to love--he was the heir to the throne and I was merely his right-hand woman--but I did. I've saw him in times of joy, peril, sorrow and many more; I was there to witness it all. It brought joy to me that I was a part of his life.
He may not love me back, but until the day that I take my final breath.
Clyde, I'll always love you..
~ End
Note: .. It looked.. better in my mind.
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