Cherry Blossoms
-a post-series domiane
They were not her namesake, but they were pretty, and anemones were not in season. Dominic held them out like a peace offering, albeit at an arm's length, hoping against hope that she would accept them---reason was still very much alien to Anemone, and he wasn't taking his chances.
She gave the pale pink blossoms one look and returned to fiddling with her equally roseate hair.
"Hmph."
He twitched. Several months of taking care of her taught him that she was in one of her moods. So only anemones worked huh? He shoved the sakuras quickly into his hat and proceeded to grovel. She liked him groveling. He had prepared a long-winded speech but in the end, he only managed a weak excuse. She usually ignored his speeches anyway.
"Anemones only bloom in winter, Anemone." And they represent sadness, he added silently to himself.
"Oh." She still didn't sound happy but at least she didn't hit him. Or bite him. That was a vast
improvement altogether.
Gulliver sidled up to the girl just then and cuddled closer. Dominic swore the animal was mocking him. See if he would feed it later. He ran his hand throught his hair and proceeded to run through his other options.
She was not angry, but she wasn't pleased either. Maybe if he...what? Kissed her? That option was ruled out almost as easily as it was formed. She wouldn't take too well to that.
Come to think of it, HE never initiated the make-out sessions. She did. She would come up behind him with that coy smile and give him a long lingering kiss, enough to wake him from his stupor and return her enthusiasm with the same amount of vigor.
Damn. He was under her thumb. What to do? The sakuras didn't work; So what if they represented happiness and praise and glory---Anemone didn't like them and that was all that mattered. Truth of the matter was, he didn't even know they meant all those things; he simply picked them up at the store because they reminded him of her hair.
Everything reminded him of her these days. It scared him sometimes how much power she had on him.
"Dominic."
"What is it, Anemone?"
"Do you love me?"
His speech seemed to leave him for another lovesick fool.
If he had said yes immediately, she would think him insincere. If he took his time, she would think that he didn't when in fact he did, and would follow her anywhere (which he had already attempted in more than one occasion).
Instead, he held up the sakuras to her face and boldly laced one into her hair.
"More than anything." Then he cupped her face with one hand and kissed her. The kiss was sweet and chaste, nothing like the kisses Anemone initiated. Because this was Dominic, who followed her to the bowels of the earth and who cared, cared oh so much. When they broke apart, there was a wide smile on Anemone's face, almost serene. Her next sentence was at odds with the expression on her face though.
"Good. Because I want you to get more of those sakuras. They'll have to do until winter comes around again."
Dominic grinned.
I'm not sure where I got the flower facts since this fic has been sitting on my computer for a while now. Maybe wikipedia?