I do not own Marluxia or anything in the KH universe, I only own Lilly and her family. Try to go easy on me, Okay? I'm new to all this...

I Give Thee A Rose

Lilly Cadawall was the daughter of a botanist. Her mother seemed to know everything about anything that even related remotely to plants, which made sense considering it was her obsession. She'd named her own daughters 'Lilly, Iris, and Daisy'. Still… she had a love and understanding or nature, and she'd tired to instill that love in her children only to have two reject the idea completely and move into that acrid-aired city with their father the second the opportunity presented itself while the third stayed but couldn't indulge. The third was Lily, she was allergic to virtually everything that lay outdoors and couldn't open a window without sneezing insanely or getting a horrible sinus headache.

This was grossly unfortunate for Lilly who loved everything about the outdoors and longed to enjoy it just as everyone else did; without hacking up a lung. Instead, since no medicine found was quite potent enough to really help, she settled on staying in her room, reading constantly making a fuss over the health and happiness of the small pot of pink wild roses she tended to.

It broke her mother's heart to think that her daughter who had such a love for nature couldn't even go sit in the field without her allergies making her absolutely miserable. Lilly was pretty weak and a bit sickly, but she was very resilient; she also didn't care that nearing even the small wild roses she kept disallowed her the privilege of being able to breath out her nose. It certainly failed to stop her from making idle chit-chat with them.

Her mother herself admitted that not even she could make a plant look so fine or do so well, a statement that, when made, made Lilly swell with pride.

Lilly was staring out the window. The book she had been reading drooped lazily in her hands as she'd nearly forgotten she held it. She was staring off into the woods with that longing look of hers. It was spring, and the light whiff of apple blossoms coming from the neighbor's orchard was taking delight in teasing her.

She wanted to go see the trees in bloom up close, not just from the window in the attic. More than anything though, she was lost off in fantasies about there being fairies in the woods, a common thing for her to daydream about even though her sisters constantly nagged her that she was way too old to think such things. Her mom, on the other hand, encouraged her daydreams and still told her stories that even at age seventeen she enjoyed. You could probably say she was a bit childish for that reason.

More than once she had pictured her true love as being a farie boy. A thousand times over she's laid out scenes and scenarios for their first meeting, but none were yet to remotely occur. She'd never seen a farie, probably never would.

She sighed, tossing her book onto the bed beside her and drawing her knees close; she'd finished reading the book long ago anyway. Maybe if she wrapped her scarf over her nose and took her pills she could go down to the orchard? Nah, she'd just end up with a migraine before she reached home, no reason to go out unless it was deemed necessary.

Her eyes rarely even ever left the window unless she was reading or maybe writing a poem. Her mom never really asked a lot of her so she had a lot of free time to daydream. With another heavy sigh, she straightened out her legs and swung them over the bed, flinching a little as they touched the cold wood floor. A cup of tea sounded really good right about now...

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Short, I know…and no Marluxia, but patience is a virtue after all.