Jun 22, 2006 13:49
June is a good month for roses.
V has set an armful of them on the table, and is carefully examining each one before setting it aside, gingerly, more for fear of hurting the rose than from being scratched by the thorns.
His gloves are thick, anyway.
jack frost,
john constantine,
v,
death,
lady macbeth
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"Are you courting? Or are you a botanist?"
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Or three. One for someone he never met, one for a lady with bone white skin, and one for the lady with blind eyes.
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He sets his chin on folded hands.
"She will appreciate them, I hope."
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"But I intend to woo her back, if at all possible."
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and stops, for a moment.
"You know milady, then."
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But V smiles now, and approaches, offering her one perfect rose with a slight bow.
"Milady Tomato."
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"How many are your blooms?" asks Lady Macbeth, trying to see behind the eye holes.
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