Day 2: Flowers (From my Bruisemate AU)
Bridgette was jamming her thumb into her skin at her wrist in a circular motion, when finished she pressed in the middle. She was trying to go for a petal and center bruise, a flower, she knew it wouldn't show up on her skin, but her mates. Soulmate. That word always brought her joy when she heard the stories from her parents but now that was associated with sadness. Her mate was troubled and she didn't know who they were. The day she discovered the mass amount of bruises covering her was the day she knew she found her soulmate but also that something was wrong. The bruises fade but a few days later she felt terrible pain in the middle of the night and in the morning she was covered once again. She came to the conclusion that his skin was now unmarked and hers had to bear his marks. She tried to figure him out by leaving little hearts and flower bruises on him. Her occasional bumps from clumsiness no longer hurt her and that they now had to be on her mate.
She continued to press her thumbs in little heart shapes through her shirt, a long sleeve to cover the bruises from her mate. Gone were her shorts and dresses and now she was fully covered when needed. It was getting colder, closer to fall but she still wished to hold onto her warm weather clothing. The teacher called her name and Bridgette jumped enough that her knee hit the table hard, she assumed the pain would affect her mate. Answering the question asked, she sent a silent apology to her mate.
Felix stifled his groan from the sudden pain in his knee, the whole class he had felt little pokes to his arm and was sure he would have a string of hearts and flowers in a few hours. He always bruised easily but now that he found his soulmate it was faster. He felt terrible that they had to be subjected to his pain and abuse he used to endure alone. The sudden knee pain made the pen shoot a line across his paper. No one seemed to notice his groan or pen mistake. Leaning back in his chair, he pushed his sleeves up his forearm, before finding his mate this never would have happened, but now he was unmarked. He still wore his traditional dress shirts and slacks but was slowly becoming less stiff and more casual. Soon the bell rang and it was time to go home, he was so glad today was his short day and the rest of the night was going to be spent in the studio.
Felix was actually excited, today was the day his teacher promised to let him do bigger leaps and longer twirls. Finally his talent was being recognized and it felt nice to have positive enthusiasm from someone. On his way down the street, yes he successfully ditched the Gorilla and hoped it wouldn't get back to his father, he walked past a quaint flower shop. Much like the phrase, the boy stopped to smell the roses, and the tulips, carnations, and almost every other flower. An old lady walked out with fresh roses and tucked them into a barrel near him, all the scents were heavenly.
"Would you like one of my flowers dear?" Felix turned to the lady and realized she was speaking to him and holding out a rose. He nodded dumbly and gave her some euros, she attempted to give him change but he shook his head.
"Keep the change, I took advantage of their lovely smells." He turned from her giant smile and continued down the street, holding his thornless red rose. Rounding the corner his arm knocked into someone, reflexes had him reaching out to steady her. Surprised, both of them let out a light gasp, they recognized one another, Felix and Bridgette.
"Sorry Felix. Were you on your way to the studio?" Bridgette couldn't help but ask her questions, Felix was used to this by now.
"How did you know?"
"You said you danced ballet and I assumed you would attend the best dance studio in Paris for lessons when not at home." I know your entire schedule but you can't know that yet. She hoped her blushing face wasn't giving away her crush on him.
He nodded and handed out the red rose to her. "I apologize for bumping into you, but I must be on my way. See you tomorrow Bridgette." She was numb, Felix, her love, gave her flowers, well one flower. A single red rose, she wondered why he had it but didn't question it, instead she smiled dumbly and smelled it while walking in the opposite direction of Felix.