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#11
Title: The Secret Language of Flowers
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Pairing: Dietrich von Lohengrin x Radu Barvon
Fandom: Trinity Blood
Theme: #11, gardenia
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood and all characters associated with it belongs to Yoshida Sunao and Kiyo Kyujo.
Gardenia -- you're lovely, secret love
i
There was a single flower sitting on his pillow when Radu returned to his room one morning. A white blossom but nothing else: no note, no card, no greeting or clue as to who it might be from. Radu frowned and brushed it aside, letting it fall carelessly to the floor as he climbed in between the covers. The scent was strong on his pillow and he dreamed of early summer nights in the garden.
ii
There were two blossoms carefully folded into his sleeping clothes the next day, adorning a box tied with a pale blue ribbon. Radu blinked, perplexed, at the delicate bangles that lay within. Wrought gold and silver and studded with tiny blue diamonds that caught the light and chimed softly when he slid them onto his wrist. Ion asked the next morning, Radu shrugged.
iii
There were four that sat upon his desk when the faint glow of dawn tinted the roofs of the buildings gold and red. They were amid a bed of tissue paper, each cradling a chocolate. Radu bit into one and found his mouth flooded with brandy, the tart alcohol melding with the taste of dark chocolate. The others held rum, port, sherry. That night, his dreams were dark and silken and he woke with sticky sheets.
iv
Eight. Not one to let curiosity to sit long within himself, Radu had take a brief detour on his way to Ion's rooms earlier that night. A quick visit to the library revealed the meaning of the flowers that he'd received the past two days. Radu examined the blossoms that floated in a large glass bowl on his nightstand and confirmed what he'd checked earlier that days. He'd been receiving gardenias, gardenias that bloomed from mid-spring till mid-summer. It was late fall.
v
Tired and exhausted and trembling with frustration from another day of holding his tongue before the Empress, before the Duchess, before Marionettenspieler, before Panzer Magier; Radu swept the blossoms (sixteen, this time) off his bed with an angry swing of his arm. After he'd stormed off and sat in the steaming baths for an hour with his head in his hands as he slowly calmed, he knelt and carefully picked up each blossom and tilted them into the wooden box, painstakingly carved with gardenias, that had fallen with the flowers. The scent surrounded him in a warm embrace that soothed and calmed him whenever the lid was removed.
vi
A small basket sat in each corner of his room, a bouquet of eight gardenias each sat in a bed of grass, thirty-two in all. The scent of fresh-cut grass was a subtle compliment to the stronger scent of the flowers that had become a staple to Radu's rooms, and therefore Radu himself, over the past six days. Within each basket there was a pink camellia. Radu found out the next day that the pink camellia meant 'longing for you' and his mind could not help but wonder who had been leaving the gifts for him.
vii
Sixty-four gardenias woven with long strips of green formed garlands that hung in the canopy above his bed. Radu sighed, sprawling across his sheets and stared up at the flowers. He'd hinted at them to various people, those he had suspected of leaving the gifts for him, but no one seemed to know what he was talking about. Speaking with the servants revealed nothing as well, no one having seen anyone entering or leaving Radu's rooms.
viii
A full week had passed and Radu was growing frustrated with his secret admirer as well as himself. Though he wracked his brain, he could think of no one else who would do this. He took a brief breath before entering his room, he'd grown to anticipate the gifts. The glass doors that led to the small, adjoining balcony was open, which prevented the scent of gardenias from being overwhelming-- one hundred twenty eight flowers were scattered around marble floor, each tied with a grass ribbon, adorning the swinging couch by which stood a bottle of fine wine. Radu picked up the glass poured out and seated himself to watch the dawn.
ix
Two hundred fifty six gardenias either floated in the large bath or framed a candle on one of the multiple counter tops. Radu stared for a moment at the room lit by the gentle, flickering flames, then let his robe drop to the floor and stepped into the hot water with a sigh. These flowers wilted faster than the others. The candles were scented and decorated with wild grass.
x
Gardenias flooded every surface in Radu's room, and in the very center stood a chair amid a pool of the blossoms. Radu went deathly pale at the sight of the man seated upon this chair with a bushel of grass in his arms and a gardenia pinned upon his chest. Why, his lips formed, even as Radu's eyes rolled back and he collapsed at the flick of two slim fingers.
Dietrich rose to his feet and scattered the grass across Radu's unconscious body. He knelt, pressing his lips to the indentation in the middle of Radu's palm with a sweet, gentle smile.
Grass -- submission
Author/Artist:
piecrumbsPairing: Dietrich von Lohengrin x Radu Barvon
Fandom: Trinity Blood
Theme: #11, gardenia
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood and all characters associated with it belongs to Yoshida Sunao and Kiyo Kyujo.
Gardenia -- you're lovely, secret love
i
There was a single flower sitting on his pillow when Radu returned to his room one morning. A white blossom but nothing else: no note, no card, no greeting or clue as to who it might be from. Radu frowned and brushed it aside, letting it fall carelessly to the floor as he climbed in between the covers. The scent was strong on his pillow and he dreamed of early summer nights in the garden.
ii
There were two blossoms carefully folded into his sleeping clothes the next day, adorning a box tied with a pale blue ribbon. Radu blinked, perplexed, at the delicate bangles that lay within. Wrought gold and silver and studded with tiny blue diamonds that caught the light and chimed softly when he slid them onto his wrist. Ion asked the next morning, Radu shrugged.
iii
There were four that sat upon his desk when the faint glow of dawn tinted the roofs of the buildings gold and red. They were amid a bed of tissue paper, each cradling a chocolate. Radu bit into one and found his mouth flooded with brandy, the tart alcohol melding with the taste of dark chocolate. The others held rum, port, sherry. That night, his dreams were dark and silken and he woke with sticky sheets.
iv
Eight. Not one to let curiosity to sit long within himself, Radu had take a brief detour on his way to Ion's rooms earlier that night. A quick visit to the library revealed the meaning of the flowers that he'd received the past two days. Radu examined the blossoms that floated in a large glass bowl on his nightstand and confirmed what he'd checked earlier that days. He'd been receiving gardenias, gardenias that bloomed from mid-spring till mid-summer. It was late fall.
v
Tired and exhausted and trembling with frustration from another day of holding his tongue before the Empress, before the Duchess, before Marionettenspieler, before Panzer Magier; Radu swept the blossoms (sixteen, this time) off his bed with an angry swing of his arm. After he'd stormed off and sat in the steaming baths for an hour with his head in his hands as he slowly calmed, he knelt and carefully picked up each blossom and tilted them into the wooden box, painstakingly carved with gardenias, that had fallen with the flowers. The scent surrounded him in a warm embrace that soothed and calmed him whenever the lid was removed.
vi
A small basket sat in each corner of his room, a bouquet of eight gardenias each sat in a bed of grass, thirty-two in all. The scent of fresh-cut grass was a subtle compliment to the stronger scent of the flowers that had become a staple to Radu's rooms, and therefore Radu himself, over the past six days. Within each basket there was a pink camellia. Radu found out the next day that the pink camellia meant 'longing for you' and his mind could not help but wonder who had been leaving the gifts for him.
vii
Sixty-four gardenias woven with long strips of green formed garlands that hung in the canopy above his bed. Radu sighed, sprawling across his sheets and stared up at the flowers. He'd hinted at them to various people, those he had suspected of leaving the gifts for him, but no one seemed to know what he was talking about. Speaking with the servants revealed nothing as well, no one having seen anyone entering or leaving Radu's rooms.
viii
A full week had passed and Radu was growing frustrated with his secret admirer as well as himself. Though he wracked his brain, he could think of no one else who would do this. He took a brief breath before entering his room, he'd grown to anticipate the gifts. The glass doors that led to the small, adjoining balcony was open, which prevented the scent of gardenias from being overwhelming-- one hundred twenty eight flowers were scattered around marble floor, each tied with a grass ribbon, adorning the swinging couch by which stood a bottle of fine wine. Radu picked up the glass poured out and seated himself to watch the dawn.
ix
Two hundred fifty six gardenias either floated in the large bath or framed a candle on one of the multiple counter tops. Radu stared for a moment at the room lit by the gentle, flickering flames, then let his robe drop to the floor and stepped into the hot water with a sigh. These flowers wilted faster than the others. The candles were scented and decorated with wild grass.
x
Gardenias flooded every surface in Radu's room, and in the very center stood a chair amid a pool of the blossoms. Radu went deathly pale at the sight of the man seated upon this chair with a bushel of grass in his arms and a gardenia pinned upon his chest. Why, his lips formed, even as Radu's eyes rolled back and he collapsed at the flick of two slim fingers.
Dietrich rose to his feet and scattered the grass across Radu's unconscious body. He knelt, pressing his lips to the indentation in the middle of Radu's palm with a sweet, gentle smile.
Grass -- submission