Pairing: MollyLysander. Prompt: "death"
Requested by Bethhhhhhh
"I don't understand." Molly whispered.
A pair of hands gently gathered her hair, like a child with a bouquet of geraniums newly plucked. They raised her hair up into a bun. "Don't understand what?"
She fidgeted, and smoothed out her black funeral outfit. "Why black dresses and sweetheart necklines go together. Why we bring flowers to a funeral—why do people die?"
And Lysander inclined his head now, to kiss her neck as she finished fastened her hair in place with shaking bobby pins. "Because you look beautiful in that dress."
"I know." Molly murmured. "But why? Flowers are for children, Valentine's day, lovers, weddings, secret messages…"
"One last message to our loved ones." Lysander whispered in her ear. "And their last message to us."
"What do we say and what do they say to us?"
He handed her a small bouquet of carnations, striped dark red and pink. "I say I'm sorry I can't be with you, but I'll never forget you." Lysander's hands closed over hers. "And the dead say to us, to plant them in the ground and watch the earth grow and we'll keep on living."
