Roses
Tyrael had been a very observant angel. This had come in handy when he was studying Sanctuary, and even more so when he become mortal. He had quickly picked up on certain gestures, and things people did. Other things, not so much, but that was likely because the humans hid it, and these things had never really occurred to him.
One of the things he had noticed was the act of giving flowers. Specifically, roses. They seemed to always convey certain emotions, be it love, happiness, or even combinations of different emotions. It was all so very complex yet interesting to him.
Eventually, he'd asked Lorath what they all meant. The young Horadrim had been pleasantly surprised, and they'd taken a trip to the local florist.
Auriel was acting odd. She'd cornered Imperius on the way back to his chambers from a meeting, discussed a hundred-and-one things that had nothing to do with anything, and then wouldn't let him leave until he pointed out that they'd been standing here for an hour and a half.
Then the Archangel of Hope just laughed, and floated away. While it was not unknown for the female angel to strike up a bit of friendly conversation with just about anyone, this was odd. He wasn't sure what to make of it.
Shrugging it off, Imperius had continued on his way. He passed Tyrael, who was speaking with Nepherah for some reason. The aspect of Valor considered going over to see why the mortal was hanging around in the halls, but decided he didn't particularly care.
Upon entering his quarters, everything seemed normal. And why wouldn't it be?
Then he spotted it. Laying on his desk, looking very out of place in the red-bronze room, a room filled with the heads of demons, no less, was a single, white rose.
Imperius stared for a moment, and then the hint of a smile grew on his face.
Short small bit of fluff. I've been super busy recently, but hopefully will get back into this story.