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A/N: A series of vignettes set during either Twilight or New Moon, from prompts given by members of Topaz & Debussy over on LJ.
This one's for moondestiny.
oOo
Flowers were meant to represent something, everyone knew that.
Never aging meant never being suitably old enough to complain about the way the world had gone downhill since your youth, and Rosalie felt the injustice was great, on many occasions.
Not that it had stopped her from doing so, of course, but really.
"You shouldn't buy those," she snapped, glaring at Alice. Alice was bending over a large vase of white gladiolas, letting the petals tickle her cheeks.
Alice looked dubious, and shrugged gracefully. "I think Esme would like them."
"Well, she won't. They're funeral flowers."
Alice straightened, eyeing her speculatively. "I like the...carnations?"
Rose thought. "All right."
Her friend concealed a smile, bent over a basket of vibrant flowers.
"You know," began Rosalie, "I remember a time when carnations meant…"