Rose
(Third of Five 'Flowers')
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She moved through the mud, not entirely seeing the puddles as she strode. Too tired for tears and filled with a terrible aching - loss and something else as painful - she bent her head slightly.
Rain slicked pale blonde hair; mud tainted pale pink boots.
She pulled her arms tighter about herself, miserable, and quietly rounding a corner, amidst the crush of people, grew still.
"Angel," she heard Roger say distantly, and she smiled feebly.
The bouquet was small and not terribly impressive, dampened slightly by rain and already looking on the verge of fading, though they remained delicate.
She knew what he was preparing to do.
"Don't," she said quietly, almost desperately. "Please don't do anything kind for me, Roger. I don't think I could stand it."
He tried to speak, urgent, and she cut him off, taking the bouquet he had moved to offer her.
"You know you're only doing it because you feel obligated," she smiled, sad.
"Angel," he started, dark eyes narrowed and expression slightly annoyed.
"No." Angel was nearly surprised at the vehemence in her voice. "Why even bother?" She smiled again and pushed beyond him.
Clasping her arms tightly around herself, she ran once more.
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Continuity: Hypothetical; set after 09.28.03.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, locations, or situations, all of which are Sunrise's. I do own 'Flowers.'
Notes: Yes, actually, Roger is in character - I just ran out of the word limit (to be explained...) and had to suffice with letting my narrative slack slightly.
(Third of Five 'Flowers')
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She moved through the mud, not entirely seeing the puddles as she strode. Too tired for tears and filled with a terrible aching - loss and something else as painful - she bent her head slightly.
Rain slicked pale blonde hair; mud tainted pale pink boots.
She pulled her arms tighter about herself, miserable, and quietly rounding a corner, amidst the crush of people, grew still.
"Angel," she heard Roger say distantly, and she smiled feebly.
The bouquet was small and not terribly impressive, dampened slightly by rain and already looking on the verge of fading, though they remained delicate.
She knew what he was preparing to do.
"Don't," she said quietly, almost desperately. "Please don't do anything kind for me, Roger. I don't think I could stand it."
He tried to speak, urgent, and she cut him off, taking the bouquet he had moved to offer her.
"You know you're only doing it because you feel obligated," she smiled, sad.
"Angel," he started, dark eyes narrowed and expression slightly annoyed.
"No." Angel was nearly surprised at the vehemence in her voice. "Why even bother?" She smiled again and pushed beyond him.
Clasping her arms tightly around herself, she ran once more.
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-
Continuity: Hypothetical; set after 09.28.03.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, locations, or situations, all of which are Sunrise's. I do own 'Flowers.'
Notes: Yes, actually, Roger is in character - I just ran out of the word limit (to be explained...) and had to suffice with letting my narrative slack slightly.