Mar. 3rd, 2009

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Title: Rejection
Challenge: Language of Flowers
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Yohji/Aya
Warnings: Angst

Red roses first, then camellias, every coloured petal announcing love, devotion, desire, more followed. He kept them, collected from his pillow, atop a book, pinned to his apron in the shop, all the myriad places they were left; never catching the anonymous giver.

It didn’t take genius to know where they came from, or their meaning; he was surprised the sender knew the language. Roses smelled sweet, but reminded him of death. The camellia’s scent seemed to cover the sickly odor of decay and decadence.

When the offerings withered and dried he returned them, adding a single yellow carnation.
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Challenge: Language of Flowers
Title: Fragile
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Yohji/Aya
Warnings: SAP

A/N: This is what happens when I start feeling sorry for the characters.

Yohji didn’t pine. He tried drowning his sorrows in the fleshpots of Tokyo. A different bar, a new partner every night. Some were tall, lean with hard muscle, some had a hint of red in their hair, some were small, soft, totally unlike what he longed for. He left early and came in late. Omi brought him tea and aspirin, Ken covered his shifts, and Aya was quiet. He was through with love.

He almost missed it, the jonquil lying alone on his pillow among sheets tangled in sleepless nights. Slender stem, pale-yellow flower, fragile and beautiful as first love.

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