Prompt: SYMBOLISM
Setting: Takes place after a night of...reading. Yes.
WARNING: CRACK

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"Blackbird..." Veloce began exasperated. "What is this?"

"It's a symbol of my love for you, Visrin!"

"... what is this doing on my plate?"

The sorceress placed a delicate hand on her forehead to best stop the unhealthy twitching her eyebrow does whenever Blackbird tries to act suave.

And suave does she act.

Blackbird pouted causing everyone who was once a Veloce Visrin fan convert into the church of Blackbird. "You don't like it?"

"It's a potato, Blackbird."

"So?"

With one hand clasped tightly on the open ends of her robe, Veloce closely examined the said potato on her plate as if expecting the potato to explode with any given time.

Not that she didn't expect it. Not ever from Blackbird.

"It's... raw."

"It's a symbol for now, I suppose we can cook it once it's time for lunch."

Veloce wondered if the assassin had hit her head one too many times during her night adventures. "What is the purpose of bringing me a potato, Blackbird?"

The nameless assassin grinning childishly, hiding her hands behind her. "I was originally going to find a white rose for you but I changed my mind."

"... you went out to seek a flower but came back with a root?" Veloce asked putting careful emphasis on "flower" and "root."

Blackbird dropped her act and stood, with an air of solemnity. 'There is no flower in the world that comes close in comparison with you.' She wanted to say, but instead....

"But that's so lame!"

Veloce pressed her fingers tighter against her forehead ceasing the twitching. "I don't understand?"

"Oh come on, every one gives a flower-- it's so overused no longer convey a positive meaning. I mean, roses only live for a few days and that's only if you keep them in water. Now, potatos--!" Blackbird laughs, sending chills down Veloce's back. "Potatoes live forever! In fact, not only will they not rot, they actually grow even if you just leave them in the sack. That alone makes a good symbol."

Veloce stared at the said very still lump on her plate. "... that they will never rot?"

"Yeah! Now you're catching on!" Blackbird laughs, shifting the plate. "I didn't know if you wanted one anyway, but roses exist to be pretty; so that's like saying my love for you is transitory and based solely on your appearance. But a potato!"

Veloce facepalmed. If this was an anime, she would have fallen on the floor.

BLackbird pretended not to notice. "There are so many ways to enjoy a potato! I've seen kids in the village make stamps for paint, and you can even make a battery with it! That's like saying I have many ways in which I show my love for you and I do! Potatoes may be ugly, but they're awesome. They're sort of saying: it doesn't matter at all what you look like, I'll still love you."

'No matter what, I will always do.' The assassin thought as a smile tugged the corner of her mouth.

A light hearted chuckle escaped the sorceress as she embraced the assassin, robes, hidden knives and all. "You really are a silly goose aren't you?"

The trademark grin spread over the assassin's face as she grasped Veloce tighter to herself, immensly enjoying the skin of the mage through her thin robe.

"Um," Veloce coughed, "...Blackbird?"

"Yes?"

"...You can let go of me now."

"Mm."

A few minutes later...

"Blackbird?"

"Mm?"

"I'm serious. You can let go."

"Mm'Kay!"

"...And can you kindly remove your hand from my bottom?"

"I could," Blackbird began, "but that doesn't mean I have or want to."

-FIN-

Inspired by reading something from bash