018 - Anniversary. [Action/Voice]

[tionysus]

[Spring has sprung, and that means flowers are in bloom. Myuria is at the lake, and she's taken the time to carefully weave a bouquet out of blue roses and dendrobium, tied neatly together with velvet ribbon. It's a funereal bouquet, which the Morphus use to bind themselves to loved ones in the next stage of life. She's taken it with her to the

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[hisdarkmark]

[Myuria's being watched from up in a tree by the lake, even if she doesn't know it. Draco's not going to say anything yet, since he's mostly sure this was supposed to be something private and all. A year, huh? That's kind of a long time to be stuck here. He's got a good idea who she's referring to, but he doesn't know the rest of it, what the flowers were for or anything. So, for now, ceiling-cat!Draco is a ceiling cat...er, tree-cat, I guess.]

[tionysus]

[She doesn't know she's being watched, so she might let a few tears slip here and there. Purely accidental, and nothing to do with the last ditch effort to try and get her dead husband to show up in Luceti.]

[hisdarkmark]

[...why. Why did he choose to stay and watch this, this is depressing. He's going to be very quiet though and pull out his wand, flicking it with a silent charm. Here, Myuria, have some flowers popping up around your feet. Probably violets.]

[tionysus]

[Because he's an adorable little brother who cares. Sometimes. The violets surprise her, and for a moment she looks around, trying to see what made them appear. She relaxes when she sees Draco, but she also deflates a little. However, she's playing it cool for now.] Nice way to say hello.

[hisdarkmark]

[This is true. He's just going to shrug in response. Don't think he didn't notice the deflation, missy. He's happy to stay curled up in his tree and just look down at her, giving her a slightly lopsided grin. Hi.]

[tionysus]

[Draco, you are adorable and Myuria loves you, but you are not her epic sexy husband.] The silent treatment, so quickly?

[hisdarkmark]

[I think Draco's glad not to be Lucien, for that would make everything much more awkward. He just shrugs again, except he's busy watching the flower bouquet that's floating in the water right now. Going to explain it to him?]

[tionysus]

[Yeah, it would make things very, very awkward. But then she would have her husband and she'd be so happy! And if Draco isn't going to talk, Myuria is going to sit amidst the violets and enjoy them instead.]

[hisdarkmark]

[But Draco wouldn't be that happy D: GDI Luceti, is it too much that they both be happy? He's going to stay up in the tree though.] So what's the point of the flowers?

[tionysus]

[This is also true. Luceti is made of sadness, apparently. Myuria is picking the violets.] It's a tradition from back home. A funereal bouquet is meant to link us to our loved ones from one life to the next, attempting to link souls together through eternity. [She laughs wryly.] It's a bunch of superstitious nonsense.

[hisdarkmark]

[Draco's still just watching.] Flowers...are supposed to link souls. [He's pretty skeptical about that.] I thought you didn't believe in superstitious.

[tionysus]

[They're nice to look at.] The bouquet itself - the types of flowers, the work involved, and so on are supposed to form the connection. [It sounded nice growing up.] I don't believe in it.

[hisdarkmark]

[He makes a sound of acknowledgment at that] Think he'll get the message, then?

[tionysus]

[She smiles.] Maybe. I'm not even sure he's listening.

[hisdarkmark]

He's be a fool if he didn't, really.

[tionysus]

He could be at times.