Flower
Jet had lost count of the amount of times that she had been compared to a flower. It wasn't even amusing or flattering anymore. She plucked the first rosary pea she would need. The man had promised that his men would leave the village alone if she married him. She plucked the second one. That had been a lie. The third one flitted into her hands. Jet inhaled softly. That would be enough. He had indulged her new hobby, oblivious to the commonality between the plants. It would be ironic, she supposed. Ended by the very flowers he'd sought out.
Fin
Based on a prompt by Zyzyax (see story summary). This is the 109th work in the Winds of Change 2022 Alex Rider Prompt event, where a new prompt (plus a short 1-3K work) is posted every day. For more details, see the AO3 collection :) Want to discuss? Leave a comment beneath, or join the discord (Link on AO3 Fics or just PM me, lol). Want to take part in our Alex Rider anniversary celebrations in September? Join the WoC discord to take part in a fanfic event! Want to showcase your work to your fellow fans and authors? The WoC server has a new feature! Any author who joins can ask to join our authors' feed, which shows all the fics from the authors who opt in, including non-AR fics!
