It went without saying that if you were a friend of Bea (or Boo, or Baebea or whatever you called her by), you would expect something extraordinary and unique for your special day of the year or come ‘round the holiday season. It could range anywhere from a new stuffed animal to a jar of grave dirt with your great great great grandparents’ supposed blessing from beyond --- point was, it was never anything normal by any means and that could be both good and bad, depending on how you looked at it.
Bea was never one to really celebrate Valentine’s Day. It was commercialized, it was gushy and for all the hearts that were put on display, none of them were anatomically correct nor did they leak the proper amount of blood that a heart should be leaking if recently yanked from someone’s chest.
A pity, really.
When she saw the booth full of college aged girls and flowers, she didn’t think twice when she passed by them and walked on to the movie theater, turning in her fourth application (as they seemed to have lost application number one, two and three every time she called to check on the status). On the way back, however, one of the more colorful flowers were lifted up by one of the older girls and the blue hue caught her dark eye.
Huh. Colored flowers. Now there was a thought.
It wasn’t as if Bea couldn’t color her own flowers but that would prove to be a lot of work. Markers, dyes, you name it - who knew what would cause the best coloration on flowers… which she’d also have to go out and buy on top of all the coloring nonsense.
Would Marnie like a flower?
Is that something girls normally liked?
Scrunching up her nose, she paused this time as she stared at the booth, debating on what to do. Seance used flowers in some of her spells too… maybe she’d find it cute and quirky if she got a colored one as a gift?
Maybe all of her friends would like a flower as a gift, not just for practical use.
She didn’t have much money in her wallet but she did have enough for a few flowers, which she promptly took out and slapped onto the booth, the pigtailed girl in front of her looking on cheerfully.
“I want the blackest flowers you have.”
The smile wavered. “W-What?”
“The blackest flowers.” Bea repeated. Dark eyes scanned around at the abundance of flowers available but all of them looked unfortunately colorful and bright. “I want them. Black flowers.”
“Miss, we don’t…. We have other colors, if you’d like to look at those?”
“I want black.”
Ten minutes later, she walked away with two almost black flowers and two rather colorful ones, ones that reminded her of the girls’ hair colors. It had been a figurative wrestling match to even get the girl to look for dark flowers in their hoards of plenty but two almost-wilting ones had successfully been found, Bea forced to find alternatives for the other two.
At least she got most of her request. Ha!
To Marnie:
Nuxaz
To Seance:
Skye Starrfyre
To Sebastian:
Grymoire
To Rory:
Nuxaz
