Secret Valentine's! A bouquet of striped carnations and white carnations appears by your doorstep 💕
Carnations were one of Aibell’s favorite kind. She knew the meanings of each and every one of its colors. Even if they were of silly beliefs by men or the more deep rooted beliefs by the magickal kind.
This is one of the moments where the Seelie Queen gingerly squatted to pick up the bouquet from the carpeted floor of her hallway- rather than use her magick to do so.
The Carnations were grand and beautiful. As if it blossomed to the fullest of blooms. She made a mental note to ask for extensive help from the gardens to make sure the flowers live a longer life than usual.
Despite their beauty and radiance, the carnations held a meaning, and even if people were to admire and praise the deliverer of its decadent blooms, Aibell felt a pang in her heart as the gentle rejection, a representation of the striped carnations, overlapped with the pure love that was the symbol of the white ones.
A tear threatened to fall. A longing unanswered, a sole want never fully fulfilled.