Roy/Ed 45 Themes
Flower
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The fist thing Roy noticed when he came home, was the small clay pot sitting in his kitchen window. As he was getting a drink of water, he also saw that the pot was completely empty. No flowers, no dirt, nothing. Roy shrugged it off as something Ed had put there. Ed probably killed the flower, and decided to put the pot in his apartment. Ed was known for doing strange things. So Roy simply shrugged it off as a weird Ed moment. The thought of the pot completely left his mind.
It left his mind until a couple days later. Roy was doing the dishes when he noticed something different about the pot. The pot now contained dirt. Roy picked up the pot, the dirt peaking his curiosity. The dirt was dry, and as he pushed a finger into the soil he found no seeds of any type. Another Ed moment, and with that placed the pot back on the window seal.
The pot sat in Roy's kitchen for several months. Roy didn't notice anything else different about it, and Ed never said anything when he would come over. It was one morning, while drinking his coffee, did he finally notice a change. There sticking out of the pot was a green plant. A small one, but it was there all the same. Roy watched over the next few weeks as the plant grew taller, and finally a bloom.
One morning Roy awoke to the sounds of someone in his kitchen. The string of cuss words floating down the hall told him it was Ed. Pulling on a tee shirt, Roy made his way to the kitchen. A smile spread across his face, as he took in the scene. Ed was sucking his thumb, as he glared at a pan of fried bacon.
"What's all this," Roy spoke. Ed spun around looking at Roy like a child caught sneaking a cookie from the cookie jar.
"Your supposed to be asleep," Ed pouted, as Roy came and pulled Ed into a hug. "I wanted to surprise you, with breakfast."
"You did surprise me. Thank you," Roy said kissing the top of Ed's head. "But, what's the occasion?"
"No occasion, jut because," Ed responded. "Do you like your flower?"
Roy didn't miss the sneakiness in Ed's voice. "So there was a purpose to the flower," Roy asked, playing along.
"Of course. Have you looked at it this morning?"
Roy hadn't looked, but did so almost immediately after Ed suggested it. There in the window sat the pot, with the flower in it. The flower this time though was opened. It was a small flower, with beautiful blue petals.
"It's beautiful," Roy whispered, awed by the plant. 'What kind of flower is it," Roy asked looking down into the face of his love.
Ed's smile grew bigger as he spoke. "It's a forget-me-not."
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