#clivexflora

Unfortunately, they don’t!

Day 1: Missing Scene/Apology

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"Flora. Flora." The professor called from down below his soothing tenor reverberating the hinges of her door. Flora peered up from the book she was reading, fully immersed in the capture of Pirate Queen Jordina by the rouge disgraced navy captain John. It had finally explored the tension being at sea caused the pair, bubbling with anticipation until. ....

"Flora, come downstairs!" Luke cried, his voice breaking her from her riveting tale.

Flora sighed, saving her placement and swinging her legs down from their perched elevation on her seating window. The Professor installed in a while back after she'd shown a substantial interest in reading.

While her guardian and Luke tended to spend hours poured over history documentation and puzzle manuals, she found romance and the classics held her fascination longer.

Salmon pink skirts swooshed about her pantyhoesless legs. The perks of becoming a woman of society meant Flora could forgo the stuffy dressings girls much younger than her were pressed to wear. The bottom step of the stairs creaked under her weight making her grimace. She should contact sweet Bobby to fix it her considered the two men in the house would not.

"Flora!" Luke exhaled his new manly voice caring throughout the house. He was becoming a right bugger pain, her stepbrother and she couldn't wait till he went to uni in a few months so she could get some peace. She had excelled in school and took a few classes at the local uni to keep her mind sharp but alas the world of books called her more. Now she worked at at bookstore, practically running the place since old "witchy" Johnsons eyesight began to fade.

"I'm coming."

Humming along to a random tune Flora rounded the corner of the study before stopping short. There, standing in their parlor was the last man she ever thought she'd see. Tears welled in her eyes at the imposing tall giant in blue, his sheepish face a deceptive emotion she knew too well.

"What are you doing here?" She could hear the shake, the fear, the hitch in her voice.

"Now, now Flora. A lady always-"

"Fine. I will repeat my question for out rude guest!" She stated keeping an icy tone to let Clive Dove know exactly what she thought of him. Last time he'd been standing in front of her he'd been in handcuffs and delusional on a path for vengeance in blood.

"Please, dear. Try to understand." The professor placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She glared through blurry vision at her protector.

"Why did you let him into this house?" She demanded.

The Prpfessor sighed, his wrinkled becoming more prominent. He took off his signature top hat to reveal brunette hair sprinkled with grey. The years had been good to her adopted father, his aging only making him more distinguished and handsome. "He has repented for his deeds and come to make amends."

"Well good, you did. Now leave." She said turning her attention back to the man in question. Flora had to crane her neck to see his face. She really didn't remember him being this freakishly tall. His beige hair was now shaggy and untrimmed falling behind his ears. A 5 o clock shadow graves his face and she had the sudden urge to slap it off.

"Flora, please. That is an unladylike statement to-"

"No, I deserve it." Clive stopped her mentor. He took a step forward, hat wrung in his hands. "Flora I apologize. I was only thinking of my petty concerns. Please know I never meant to hurt you."

She snorted undignified. Clive chuckled quickly before regaining his somber appearance. "Know that if I could really have turned back the clock and done this over I would have."

Silence hung in the room and she took in his words. He sounded remorseful but she didn't believe him, couldn't believe him. Then that mean that faithful event seven years ago would be undue trauma she placed on herself for no reason. It would mean her therapy, her life all her fears would be rhere because she refused to let go of the harrowing incident. Well she wouldn't give him that power. Instead of answering him she turned on her heels and left the parlor. As Flora ascended the stairs she heard the Professor apologize on her behalf. Humph. As if he knows.

Hello everyone; after seeing other people motivated to create for other PL ship weeks, I’ve decided to run a Clive/Flora week! 

The week will be held from February 15 to February 21. This is a while away, so I’ll post a few reminders here and there on the blog so that you can prepare for the week.

Please tag your contributions as “clivexfloraweek” and/or @ this blog, and I will reblog it. Fanfiction, art, or any other media is accepted, as long as it or a link to it can be reblogged here! I will also open the submissions on this blog closer to the week if you would rather contribute that way. 

The prompts and dates are below, as well as in the picture above (drawn by my sister!) Use either or both prompts if you want, and create for as many of the days as you want to. I’ll track the tag and reblog late entries for a long time afterwards, so don’t worry about running a bit late with making content. Have fun creating!

Feb. 15: Making amends/flowers

Feb. 16: Things in common/cooking

Feb. 17: Missing scene/ten years in the future

Feb. 18: Smile/ “Take my arm, Flora”

Feb. 19: Alternate Universe/ Midnight conversations

Feb. 20: Romantic cliché/Adventure