Elsa of Arendelle (
frozenfractals) wrote2017-03-26 10:44 pm
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Elsa loves the spring. Oh, the allergies that flare up cause little frozen problems if she forgets to take medication for it, so she's ever vigilant about that, but it's a beautiful time to work at The Secret Garden. The world is slowly coming back to life and new flowers are showing themselves all the time. She's having fun with the new arrangements, and they even have a new coworker. Her nights can get busy, even dangerous; the calm of the flower shop is a welcome respite, however much she enjoys her evening patrols and Drembleydrop games with Jess.
Most afternoons are quiet here, with other people still at work. She relaxes into the peace of it, behind the counter, filling arrangement orders. It takes her a moment even to notice someone else has entered the room, and she jumps a little when she does, surprised, so absorbed she hardly heard the footsteps as they approached. "Hello. I didn't see you there."
Most afternoons are quiet here, with other people still at work. She relaxes into the peace of it, behind the counter, filling arrangement orders. It takes her a moment even to notice someone else has entered the room, and she jumps a little when she does, surprised, so absorbed she hardly heard the footsteps as they approached. "Hello. I didn't see you there."
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Newt might not need the flowers, but given his broken arm, she thinks it might be a nice way to brighten up the apartment, so she figures this is probably the best and most casual way for her to introduce herself, because for all Kate likes to be dramatic and ridiculous, she definitely doesn't want to make anything awkward.
"Hey," she answers, giving a little wave. Elsa has to at least recognize her, she figures, since Kate ends up talking to Jessica so often at Olive's parties. "What's up?"
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She's seen Kate around before, at various occasions. She should have, she thinks now, talked to her sooner, but she's never been good at being the first to approach. That Kate is here now is as unnerving as it is a relief.
"Oh, not much," she says. "I'm just working on a new arrangement. Kate, right?" She may not be good at talking to people, but she never forgets names. There was a time doing so could have provoked an international incident, so she learned.
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"So I'm not even here to be that weirdo who like, checks up on her friend's significant other," she admits. "I mean, I totally am that weirdo, that's absolutely something I would do, but this time I am legitimately here for flowers."
She might as well be honest about the shit she does. It wouldn't surprise Jessica, she's sure of that, but Elsa doesn't know her at all.
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Not just for that, at least.
And Elsa knows flowers, she reminds herself. That, she can do. "Well, there's nothing especially interesting to check up on," she says, self-deprecating, "so it's a good thing we have plenty of flowers. What can I help you find?"
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She's pretty sure Jessica wouldn't even tell her that stuff.
"Okay, so... what says 'I'm sorry some drug addled maniac broke your arm and I hope you feel better soon'?" she asks. "Is there a flower for that?"
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They're also her codename, but that's neither here nor there. Some things don't bear sharing.
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Weird shit suddenly becomes normal and people start talking about flying monkeys and yetis bursting into New Year's Eve celebrations and no one even bats an eye. That's part of what Kate actually likes about this place, but sometimes it still surprises her when things don't surprise people.
"But, yeah, okay, cool," she says with a laugh. "I mean, I know nothing about flowers, so whatever you suggest is awesome."
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She still thinks everyone who was hurt should press charges, but no one seems particularly inclined and she doesn't get it at all.
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She and Jess take care of things like that sometimes, though Jess is pretty busy with school these days. They make time for each other and their other jobs.
"What do you think of red and orange? That seems nice and cheerful."
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Newt had seemed to like to guy well enough before the giant attack disaster, so Kate supposes maybe he's nice and deserves a second chance, but she's never been all that forgiving. Not with anyone besides her mother, she supposes, because she'd forgiven Tara a lot of shit over the years.
"Red and orange sounds awesome," she agrees. "Bright, which Newt definitely is."
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Matthew's loss is still heavy on her heart and she finds she needs something to take her mind off of him and how that hurts. The color and fragrance of flowers is something that isn't alcohol so she'd stepped in and wandered around.
"It's no bother," she says once the girl behind the counter looks up. "I haven't been in here before and the flowers caught my eye. They're beautiful."
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"Take all the time you like looking around. And let me know if you have any questions."
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"They couldn't survive the arid environment," she says, shaking his head. "It's funny how something as simple as flora becomes amazing. Westerley wouldn't look so washed out if we could something like this to grow somewhere."
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"I know that's probably not all that exciting to you anymore but I think there'd be a week long party if snow ever fell in Westerley," she says with a quiet laugh. "No one would know what to do with it. The rain that falls is toxic so having something fall that wouldn't affect the people that live there would be quite the thing. I'd love it to happen. It won't but I wish it would."
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"Do you miss it even so?"
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She doesn't really see herself ever settling if she's honest. She loves space too much, loves her job too much and likes that, if she gets tired of one certain place, she can get into her ship and leave it. She's never stuck in one place.
"Do you miss your home?" Dutch asks. "Or was it one of those places that's better to be away from?"
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"I miss it very much," she says, nodding. "I wasn't always very happy there, but it was home. There was a lot more I would have liked to do. But I'm happy to be here, too. I guess that makes me lucky. I know a lot of people aren't."
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"Being here is...an experience," Dutch says agreeably. "I'm much more used to spending my days in a ship among the stars. Being on a planet for this long isn't typical for me so it's taken some getting used to but it's been all right. It's been different but it's been all right."
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She thinks she would have been too frightened, back in Arendelle, for it to seem fun. Now that her powers are better under control, though, adventures seem more enticing than they once did.
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"You should, if you haven't," she continues on without waiting for a reply. "It's not the same as getting to float through space but it's pretty amazing. Nothing like being up there and looking down to see the small specks of humanity below you."
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"Sorry," he mumbles to Elsa, coming behind the counter to tie on his apron. "Hello."
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At the same time, he hates to lie. "I'm not well," he admits. "I'm sorry."
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"Matthew is gone. He's...back home, or whatever this place does with someone when it takes them," he says. He feels like he only just told Elsa that Matthew moved in with him, that's how short of a time Matthias had with him in the apartment.
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He remembers too late that there'd surely be someone there to greet him. Had he not just been caught inside, Bodhi thinks he would have turned to walk right back through those doors. Instead, he finds himself transfixed by a pair of the bluest eyes he's ever seen, and he's quiet for too long a moment before he speaks.
"It's no bother," Bodhi tells her, shifting from one foot to the other. He's still not quite comfortable in the jeans he'd bought, his flightsuit out of commission now and decidedly unnecessary. His arm still hurts, especially when he moves it too much, but he's grateful for the jacket that covers his bandage. He may have to feel it, but he doesn't have to look at it.
"You have a lovely shop."
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This one seems nice, though. She smiles at the compliment, and glances briefly down at the arrangement she's working on. "It isn't mine," she says. "I only work here, but thank you. It's a wonderful place. Can I help you find anything?"
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Right, of course. Bodhi narrows his eyes, mostly because he feels too sheepish to hold her gaze, and wanders just to the right to gently brush his fingertips over the pedals of a white flower.
"Nothing in particular," he admits. "Honestly, I'm not sure why I came in. I've just been... walking." Bodhi's down a lot of that lately. He misses flying. "I think I liked all the colors. The living quarters I was given, it's so bare."
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"You should take some flowers home with you," she suggests. "I found it helpful to have some color around when I first arrived. It makes things feel more alive."
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Alive is what he wants to be. He'd decided that once he'd found Jyn and Cassian, once he'd realized he wasn't alone here. There's a reason now, to survive, to open his eyes each morning. Bodhi had accepted even before landing on Scarif that any mission in the name of the Rebel cause might be his last, that'd been something he'd been... well, maybe not at peace with but something he could grasp without letting it make him fall apart.
Here, though, Bodhi can have a family. It's what he calls Jyn and Cassian already, though he hasn't said it to them because for whatever reason, it feels a little too soon. There's still every possibility they'll decide they want nothing to do with him after all and stop answering the door when he calls or checking in on him with their devices they'd called phones. He doesn't want to lose that, he can't lose that because it's become his reason to keep going here rather than dwell on how things might have turned out in the world they'd left behind.
Maybe he'll take Jyn nad Cassian flowers, he thinks. Bring them some life.
"I think I like the sound of that," Bodhi tells her, glancing around at all the options. "The only problem is, I don't really know where to begin."
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"Why don't we take a look around and see what you like. What colors do you like?"
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There's a flash of guilt that comes with saying so, as unreasonable as that may be. Blue had been the color of the uniform he'd worn for so long, the uniform he'd worn because he'd needed a job and he'd wanted to fly and so, taking on the position of a cargo pilot had been good enough when he wasn't qualified for anything else. Blue had been the color of first shirt he thinks he can remember his mother making for him, one he'd grown out of but had been replaced just as quickly. Blue had been the color of Chirrut's eyes, milky but striking, and Bodhi wishes he could see his friend again.
"I don't know what might go well with that," he adds sheepishly, but she's the expert. She doesn't think she'll mind his ignorance in this particular circumstance.
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As she speaks, she leads him across the room toward a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, clusters of tiny flowers, baby's breath scattered amid them. It's simple, but she thinks it's one of the prettier ones they have set out today. Blue is a conflicting color for her, but it really is her favorite; it just took her time to come around to it, the color of all that ice in the castle she made years ago. "Something like this, maybe? White looks nice with blue. Or purple. We have some very lovely lavender."
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"We didn't have these at home," Bodhi tells her, tilting his head as he carefully traces his fingertips over the hydrangeas. "I like this, it's... simple, isn't it? But still beautiful. Maybe I can save the lavender for next time."
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"In my day, we used flowers to send coded messages. Hydrangeas mean perseverance."
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It isn't just the burn still healing on his arm. It's knowing why it's there in the first place, what they'd all left behind, how they'd gotten there. This is a wound that will take time to close, if it ever does at all. Flowers may not be a fast-acting fix, it may not even bring him a great deal of relief, but it does provide what he'd lost in those seconds before the grenade had gone off. Hope.
"Perseverance," Bodhi echoes. "Strength, then." He nods firmly, decision made then. "I'll take them."
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If nothing else, he could say hello to Elsa. Yeah, sure, that was a good enough excuse to be there.
"Hey, stranger," he drawled, standing on the other side of the counter with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face.
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"It's good to see you. How've you been?"