May 9th, 2014 - Of Flowers and Life
ARTIST: theawesomehero
AUTHOR: sweetayako15
May 9th, 2014 - Of Flowers and Life
Red, blue, yellow, purple, green…
So many colours, so many scents.
Fresh, rain, earth, air, life…
"Life is like a bed of flowers," Arthur stated as he wiped away the soft, dark soil off of his pants where the thin, khaki fabric covered his knees. He pulled off the garden gloves and tipped back his wide-brimmed straw hat before turning to his partner. The other man say ay an iron table in one of the two matching chairs, all painted white, in the shade of the large oak tree a few yards away. Younger than Arthur by a couple of years, Alfred yawned and reclined against the chair till a couple of soft "pops" were heard from underneath the skin of the American's back.
"How's that Artie?" Alfred yawned as he settled back into the cold arms of the metal chair. The younger man's blue eyes searched Arthur's green ones through the thin glass of his wire-framed glasses. The viridian eyes grew closer till the British man was only a table's length away.
"Well, the flowers are like people. They start out as seeds, infants if you will, and grow till they reach their prime, with bright coloured petals to attract bees, just as people seek to attract lovers. Then, after they have full filled their reproductive stage, they wilt and die. They die with so many others like them, but never realize that they aren't alone, too caught up in their own purposes to consider anyone else," Arthur explained as he set his hat down on the table, turning to look at where he was just standing a minute before.
Alfred followed the other man's sight over to the flower bed, which was weed free due to the other blonde's hard labor. Thinking on Arthur's words, Alfred sighed and reached for an empty glass and the pitcher full of lemonade, ice, and fresh mint leaves that perspired in the heat of spring. He poured the cool liquid into the glass, passing it silently over to his company before pouring one for himself.
"I know that you always say I'm an 'illiterate idiot', but I think you are wrong on that subject," Alfred spoke smoothly, drinking the lemonade soon after and enjoying the way the acidity burnt his throat slightly as the mint soothed it.
"Oh?" Arthur lifted a thick brow as he set the glass down on the table from his lips. "How so?" the Englishman asked, amused.
Alfred said nothing for a while, only staring out at the flower bed as he took small swigs of his drink then and again. Arthur soon accepted the silence and turning his attention towards his whole garden, which seemed to grow each year as he added on new sections such as the flower bed. He prided himself in the greenery, how strong and healthy each plant was, just as if he treated each and every one as his own child. He was glad the sun was out, all of his plants needed as much of it as possible when it came to the unpredictability of English weather.
"You forgot something,"
Arthur turned his head lazily to the side; eyes gliding away from his precious garden to the American whose eyes remained on said garden as he spoke.
"And what would that be, Love?"
Alfred paused again before mirroring Arthur's movements till they were staring at each other, waiting to see who would break the eye contact first. Alfred gave him a gentle, heart-warming smile that matched the heat of the day.
"You forgot that in our lives, we can fall in love."