Dezel/Sorey: Giving Flowers
In hindsight Sorey should have known better. Roses had thorns. Thorns hurt when grabbed. Even through gloves. But at least he had a handful of roses. Which he didn't even know the recipient would want. Having a love for nature didn't necessarily mean he would want flowers. Sorey stared at them and sighed. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing Dezel behind him startled Sorey and he nearly dropped the flowers. Turning to look at Dezel with a smile, Sorey thought about what to say. He couldn't lie to him; he'd never be able to even if he wanted. Nothing better to do than hand them over.
"I was looking around while I waited for the others to wake up and saw these." Sorey extended the roses to Dezel. "I know you like nature, and I figured..."
Sorey trailed off with laugh and tried not to feel too nervous. The frown was just Dezel's usual expression. Why did he have to start doubting his idea in the middle of executing it? Giving things to Mikleo was never as nerve-wracking.
"You picked them for me?" Dezel reached out and gingerly took the flowers. The wind rustled the petals and leaves and Dezel smiled. "Roses, huh."
It was silly. Something Edna had offhandedly suggested one day. 'Since he likes Rose so much, I bet his favorite flowers are roses.' Sorey was certain that wasn't how it worked, but here they were.
"You're bleeding."
"This?" Sorey looked down at his hand. "It's nothing. I just pricked myself when I grabbed the roses. Forgot about their thorns for a moment."
Dezel took his hand and a few moments later the warmth of an arte was seeping through the glove's cloth and into his skin. The small injuries mended; the ache and pain diminishing with the glow as usual. Sorey looked up at Dezel with a smile.
"Thanks Dezel."
"Don't mention it." Dezel turned away after a few moments. "Thanks for the roses."