For day one of @valenfangs ! Bouquet
It had been Lestat's idea, the flowers, standing here now Marius wasn't sure it was the best idea. Yet here he was and he could hardly walk away now.
"He'll appreciate them, trust me."
Marius had no doubt Armand would like the flowers for their looks. The meanings however where what changed his usually calm expression into one of concern. He'd picked the blooms with the help of the florist: Red roses for love and passion, forget me not for devotion and memory, heliotrope for eternal love, and white tulips, for an apology.
It was a letter written in a gathering of flowers. Words he found hard to say otherwise, or didn't know how to say. The bouquet felt heavy in his arm though the flowers weighed nothing to him. The white flowers so simple yet the whole thing pivoted around them. He couldn't remember if he had ever voiced those words. The thought of retribution too much. He hoped that if Armand didn't want to hear it that he would simply ignore the deeper meaning of the flowers and spare him the sting of rejection.
