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[She's kept her eyes on the table, on her hands, on the ground since they entered, but it's the scent of lavender that brings her eyes back up to the middle of the table. She stares at the arrangement, picking apart the meanings that he's chosen. Statice - lasting beauty. One of the brother's favorite flowers, she recalls. Pink roses - admiration and sympathy. Zinnia - in memory of an absent friend. A sprig of lily of the valley - sweetness, humility. She hadn't lied entirely before; her mind is a mess at the moment. But these are all things that she can read as plain as words on paper. She hasn't noticed the hyacinth sitting in a separate vase at the other end of the table just yet, too busy focusing on each of the flowers he's chosen for this particular arrangement.
She doesn't know if she should scream or cry or smash this vase to a million pieces. He would know that she'd be able to see the true meaning behind the decoration, but had he expected her to come back? Was this meant to be left in memorial or for her to see?
She stands up, the chair scraping across the floor in her haste, and both hands brace herself on the table as she glares across the room at him.]
What is this?! Why - why did you put these here?! [She looks from the vase back to him.]
She doesn't know if she should scream or cry or smash this vase to a million pieces. He would know that she'd be able to see the true meaning behind the decoration, but had he expected her to come back? Was this meant to be left in memorial or for her to see?
She stands up, the chair scraping across the floor in her haste, and both hands brace herself on the table as she glares across the room at him.]
What is this?! Why - why did you put these here?! [She looks from the vase back to him.]
[So then it really was meant to be a remembrance. Back home, no one would be left to make her a bouquet to place on her grave, let alone one as thoughtful as this one. Was this really how he'd seen her? He'd said it before in fewer words, but flowers spoke the words that people were unable to say, and only feel in their hearts. It's a lesson that her mother taught her once, one that she used mostly for herself and rarely towards others.
There's nothing more touching that he could possibly do, and she has no idea how to handle it.
She doesn't smash the vase and scream. She only sits back down, slumped over in the chair, and rests her forehead in one hand. This day really is getting to be too much to handle.]
There's nothing more touching that he could possibly do, and she has no idea how to handle it.
She doesn't smash the vase and scream. She only sits back down, slumped over in the chair, and rests her forehead in one hand. This day really is getting to be too much to handle.]
No, don't -
[She exclaims before she has a chance to stop herself. Taking a deep breath, she continues. The tea is left untouched for the moment.]
It's only...a little overwhelming to see.
[She exclaims before she has a chance to stop herself. Taking a deep breath, she continues. The tea is left untouched for the moment.]
It's only...a little overwhelming to see.
And this is everything that you wished to say to me?
[She opens her mouth to speak, but quickly closes it. She'd never meant to see this after her death, just as she was never supposed to know about her father or brothers, to know the truth behind who had killed her and how cursed her family really had been. Maybe she's not meant to know what he means by that either.]
Then don't tell me. [She finally answers as she picks up her teacup and raises it to her lips.]
At least...not today.
Then don't tell me. [She finally answers as she picks up her teacup and raises it to her lips.]
At least...not today.
[She frowns at him over the edge of her cup. She's seen that expression of his somewhere before, but she can't place it. The nostalgia is so heavy that it makes her chest feel tight, but still she can't figure out what it means.]
Are you okay?
[She hasn't even asked him yet, really.]
Are you okay?
[She hasn't even asked him yet, really.]
[She takes another sip and places the cup down in the saucer.]
Tell me the truth.
[She's not falling for that face, Edward.]
Tell me the truth.
[She's not falling for that face, Edward.]
Concerning - whatever it is that you're keeping from me.
[She doesn't put 2 and 2 together that what's causing him angst has anything to do with what he still wants to say. She's more concerned that he hasn't been able to handle the grief of the last week well.]
[She doesn't put 2 and 2 together that what's causing him angst has anything to do with what he still wants to say. She's more concerned that he hasn't been able to handle the grief of the last week well.]
What - why? Did something happen?
[Still not getting it.]
[Still not getting it.]
But -
[And then, it hits her. Finally. And she is too exhausted to tsun this hard.]
N-never mind, then...
[And then, it hits her. Finally. And she is too exhausted to tsun this hard.]
N-never mind, then...
[She's still unconvinced, but she drops it for now. Mostly because she feels like her face is going to melt with how red it's gone as she considers all of the things that he hasn't said vs. the things that he's put out on this table. If it's obviously burdening his heart that badly...
No, she doesn't even want to think about it. Not right now.
She drinks her tea in silence a while, hands clasping the cup so hard her knuckles nearly go white.]
No, she doesn't even want to think about it. Not right now.
She drinks her tea in silence a while, hands clasping the cup so hard her knuckles nearly go white.]
[Wow, forward.]
I've only gone with my older brother when I was much younger.
[Innocently!! But she hesitates after she says it, her expression dropping considerably. She'd said it, but now that she stops to actually try and think about it, it's a very fuzzy memory.]
I think...I think we did?
I've only gone with my older brother when I was much younger.
[Innocently!! But she hesitates after she says it, her expression dropping considerably. She'd said it, but now that she stops to actually try and think about it, it's a very fuzzy memory.]
I think...I think we did?
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