[Closed // Active] Violence Hidden within Violent Convenience...

[nocapesdahling]

Characters: Marluxia and Edna Mode
Content: Marluxia and Edna have a chat about plant fibers
Location: The Secret Garden
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: It's Marluxia, for pete's sake...

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[stranglingrose]

He has just finished pruning the envenomatrices and just in time as well, for he heard the knocking of his expected guest at his door. He surveyed his room one more time--Clean, from the top of the poison cabinet to the bottom of the mandrake trays, and including all his furniture (bed, chair, coffee table) in between.

"Do pardon the shabbiness," He said politely as he let Edna in, offering an arm for her to drape scarf and coat over. "May I get you anything to drink?"

[nocapesdahling]

"Nonsense, dahling," She said by way of greeting, draping both coat and scarf over his proffered arm with all the regal certitude of the perennially privileged, "You can hardly be expected to work miracles is zhis war zone."

A disdainful flick of fingers followed that statement, clear derision for New York, both as it stood and it's current incarnation. She entered the home without further invitation, surveying the setup imperiously, as if judging each plant for it's own worth. To which would go the blue ribbon? "Tea, I think."

[stranglingrose]

"Very well, tea," Marluxia said, a part of him saying that he should warn her away from some of the rowdier specimens, the rest of him remembering that she'd had dealings with...botanical exotica before and ought to be able to handle herself. A mug with a teabag in it went on the table as the water heated up in the back kitchen, meanwhile Marluxia seated himself in the chair and watched her go about her work.

[nocapesdahling]

The basement flat - for Edna could not bring herself to think the word 'hideout' without sneering - was dingy, but clean, and smelt of coil and growing things, a rich loamy smell, tinged with copper. Edna surveyed the healthy red of the Mandragora and turned a raised eyebrow on him, but made no comment. Sweeping past curiously, she looked as if through a microscope at the thin blue veins on one plant, eyes magnified comically by her enormous lenses.

"Tell me," she mused crooningly, voice low enough that it was no shock against the comfortable buzz of the heatlamps in the relative dim, "Do you find any of zhese particularly relied-upon?"