Lia, Filly
She / her
sixteen
February 10
Snowpoint City, Sinnoh
Heterosexual
Florist
Civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Ophelia Reyes
leap of faith [s]
POSTED ON Dec 12, 2021 23:55:56 GMT
For a moment, she is stunned into silence and fear. What Willow is asking of her isn't difficult by any means. But the manner in which she asks is overwhelming and alarming.
Fortunately, Ophelia doesn't crumble. Instead, she takes a deep breath and steps forward, nodding in acknowledgement.
"Yes, of course, miss Willow."
Filly steels her nerves and puts on a brave face. It almost looks as if she might cry, but she pinches herself awake, encourages a smile, and gets to work. Under her breath, she whispers the instructions given to her.
"Blue mini roses with the roses and pink lilies. Six bouquets. Accent with a bit of baby's-breath. tie the vases with burlap like I see over there."
At first, her fingers are slow and clumsy. But once she finds her rhythm and once her heart stops beating out of her chest, she even stops pricking her fingertips with the sharp barbs. The lilies are beautiful and the roses smell heavenly. In the end, her bouquets are put-together and extraordinary. Some are a little lopsided, and they're lined up in order of first to last.
You can literally see each one get better and better as they go down. She is on the third bouquet because it doesn't really occur to her to organize each one at the same time. Gently, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and hums along to some tune. On the first bouquet, she adds the finishing touches of burlap, tying it neatly in a similar fashion to the ones miss Willow has put on display.
Gently, she thumbs the soft petals and moves onto the fourth.
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