( open ) nov/dec catchall - the bells have started singing

[benedicus]

WHO: Aziraphale (benedicus) and you!
WHAT: Nov/Dec catch-all.
WHERE: Various.
WHEN: Mid Nov through december.
WARNINGS: Language, maybe.



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[perfectdevil]

It depends on the colour, you know.

[ A heavily accented voice comes from somewhere at the back of the store, over by the workbench area where the table is strewn with wrapping paper and floral foam and bits of wire and tape. The owner of said voice is a tall, slender-looking blonde man dressed in a light blue two piece suit, with a white silk shirt beneath. His skin is incredibly pale under the artificial lights that seem to reflect in his eyes in a certain way to make them appear violet. It really is a wonder how Aziraphale hasn't noticed him yet because he's dripping in jewellery, from chains around his neck to rings, multiple, on each finger.

His hands are currently snipping away at the stems of a few flowers he's bound together, ribbon over his wrist ready to tie on. He nods at the flowers Aziraphale is currently studying, a smile playing around his features so comfortably that seems like its the way his face naturally falls. ]

Roses, I mean. The universal love flower, but get a yellow one and you could cement someone quite firmly in the realms of friendship only.

[ Snip. ]

If they know flower language, that is.

[benedicus]

( it happens. as an angel on a mission, almost single-mindedly so, his attention hasn't exactly been in the right places. but who could blame him for being so distracted? there's a lot on his mind.

shifting, he turns to look back at the flamboyant gentleman at the back. he already know without looking that he's another non-human resident of the city, another oddity caught up in the bizarre nexus of this place. just as aziraphale had. and, presumably, he is also preparing for the upcoming event.

then he glances back to the yellow roses that he had been sorely tempted by. )

Why, thank you. I believe you may have saved me from a potentially folly.

( although he didn't exactly want to get roses for the occasion. he thought he should put a little more thought into it. )

Are peonies still given?

( or is that out of fashion? )

[perfectdevil]

[ Lestat shrugs, holding his little corsage of tulips and baby's breath aloft so he can get a good look at it from all angles before he attaches the ribbon with a deft movement of his hand. ]

I think they are a little dated, but I quite like the classics. Some say things get better with age. I can't help but agree.

[ In stark contrast to this stranger, Lestat has absolutely no clue if the person he's talking to is supernatural or not. What he does know is that he isn't a vampire, and so the mystery of who and what he is what keeps Lestat's interest. Even if it does turn out that he is just a human, Lestat wouldn't exactly call that a disappointment. Humans are his favourite, after all.

Quite suddenly, he hops bodily over the workbench with some ridiculously unnecessary flourish of limbs and approaches his new companion with clear curiosity. ]

You're aiming to show love and not friendship then, and you want to be quite hip too. [ He says the word 'hip' like he's delighted by getting the chance to use it in a sentence. ] Have you any feelings on carnations? They're quite adaptable by way of colour, depending on the depth of the relationship.

[benedicus]

( there is a brief moment of hesitation as aziraphale weighs the pros and cons to involving this stranger in his affairs. however, it's only brief because he quickly decides that he would appreciate a second opinion.

and he is clearly offering. )

Well, I don't quite know about hip, but—

( he pauses, considering his choice of words. )

Certainly something that pops! I would hate to appear uninspired, as it were.

( carnations could be a solid choice, couldn't they? maybe even a little unexpected. )

I think they're lovely. Wonderfully fluffy! Would you suggest a bouquet of the red ones?

( since red tends to be the default choice for love. )

[perfectdevil]

[ Lestat raises his eyebrows at that, apparently very surprised that anyone might not be interested in being hip, but fast recovering at the mention of being inspired. It's as if this man has uttered an ideal phrase, one that activates the romantic in Lestat, and his eyes sparkle with the delight of a challenge. ]

Red, certainly, to define love, but I've always been partial to an arrangement of mixed colours. It denotes a little more intrigue, you know. A little more effort, too. The red ones are for love, yes, but The Flowers of the Gods don't limit themselves to just one such facet of communication.

Pink are for gratitude rather than friendship as with most other pink flowers, and the farker colours, the purple ones, or often ones dyed blue, symbolise a love for impulsivity and romantic impetuosity. They're a personal favourite of mine.

[ Which makes sooo much sense if you know him even slightly well, but anyway. There's a few carnations dotted around, and Lestat gestures to them with a hand as he talks. ]

And then orange symbolise enthusiasm, fascination, desire; I can already see these deeper colours accenting the bright red ones perfectly. Add a few leaves, some sprigs of eucalyptus and some smaller, more delicate flowers, and you'd have a perfect bouquet that really pops.

[ He likes saying pops too, evidently. ]

Tell me, are these to be given to your intended before the upcoming Gala? Or is this an unrelated celebration?