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Post by rose on Oct 11, 2020 13:41:43 GMT -5
sweefox
nothing compares to what i first felt when i saw her past the flowers
About
The roaring 20's. All is right in the world for Isaac Arnaud - his family has always been wealthy, but now, they're prospering. Daisy, on the other hand, comes from a family of farmers. She is not prospering. Upon the first time he sees her, Isaac decides that Daisy must be his. The conventional ways of courting don't seem to be working, however, so he opts for more extreme measures. Daisy begins finding flowers showing up to her family's flower shop, then eventually to her door step. Soon enough, she begins to return Isaac's affections, but little does she know, he planned for this. Behind closed doors, Isaac is, essentially, control her entire life. Upon the first time he saw her, he decided she would be his.
The Characters
Isaac Arnaud | charming, dominating, compulsive Standing at 6'2 with brown, wavy hair, Isaac is not one accustomed to rejection. He carries a warm brown gaze, and is fairly well built - broad shouldered and slightly muscular. Though light skinned, Isaac is not the palest; no one could call him sun kissed, but perhaps he would remind a person more of someone who got blown a kiss by the sun instead.
Daisy Asher | sweet, quiet, naive Standing at 5'6" with wavy strawberry blonde - little ways past her shoulders - hair and has warm hazel eyes. Her petite frame and slim build gets her a lot of admirers, some who she tries to avoid. Her entire body is adorned in pale reddish-brown freckles which easily stand out on account of her pale skin.
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Post by rose on Oct 12, 2020 20:37:27 GMT -5
He had to have her, that he knew. The morning had started as any other did - with sunlight filtering through voile curtains, and a lingering scent of morning coffee drifting into the room. Brown eyes fluttered open to meet a world that remained unchanged from when he had first escaped it to drift into slumber the night before, and everything was good. He had changed from his pajama pants and shirt to something more suitable, and then come downstairs as he always did, with his hands in the pockets of his pants, a newsboy cap resting delicately atop his head, and the family dog - Adelaide - closely in tow. He hated that dog, but she was his mother’s prize, so he didn’t ever dare try to verbalize his feelings.
His mother had looked up from her sweeping to give him a warm smile, just as she always did, and that dog had run to her then - dancing around the broom she was holding, and weaving between her slippered feet. It was her birthday today. His mother’s birthday - not the dog’s. And Isaac had, without a word to the sweeping woman, opened the mahogany door and walked into the outside world. He was to procure a flower bouquet of the flora she held dear - tulips, as yellow as the sunshine she so adored, lilies, and daisies. He wasn’t a fan of the latter two, but Isaac loved daisies; the simplicity they possessed was nothing short of enchanting.
And so, as he walked down Abby Avenue, humming a simple tune, the flower order repeated itself within his head time and time again. Frankly, he didn’t know if the flowers all went together, but for the sum he was willing to offer whatever lucky florist who were to come in contact with him that day, he was sure that they could make it work. Birds chirped harmoniously, and frankly, Isaac was at nothing short of peace. He hadn’t been met with peace for months; first, his sister had fallen ill - Isaac only hoped that she was at peace now - and then his mother had followed suit. She was getting better now, though, and that was, in part, the reason for the flowers as well. She was a fighter, he could give her that. As he made his way closer and closer to the flower shop - the name of the place was one that he couldn’t remember, but he knew for certain that this was a place that his mother loved from the fervent glances she gave it whenever she was out on the town with him and his father. He rounded the corner to be met with the store - alive with color and carrying the scent of fresh nature. A few flower pots sat on display outside, each elaborately arranged and competing with the others to be the arrangement that convinced people to come into the shop. He hadn’t paid much attention to this place before - certainly not as much as his mother had - but from a quick glance towards the exterior flowers alone, he could tell that whoever kept the place possessed a meticulous nature.
When he entered the shop, he was met with a sight that he never would’ve expected to meet today. Before him stood a girl, with hair that, in this light, was almost reminiscent of dark champagne. It wasn’t very long, but it framed her petite face and carried on a little past it. Her eyes looked familiar - he was sure they hadn’t met before (if they had made acquaintance before, then he had no doubt that he'd have remembered her), but her gaze was one that was redolent of one a close friend may have. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, and as he opened his mouth to speak, he realized that he wanted more than to merely just place his order for the flowers and leave.
“Hello. I’m Isaac,” he began. That seemed to be a good start. “And your name is?”
He let the question linger in the air as his eyes danced over the beauty of this woman. He hadn't expected this, not today.
He had to have her, that he knew.
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Post by sweefox on Oct 12, 2020 21:35:24 GMT -5
❝Bye, Mama! I'm off to the shop.❞ A young lady calls out to her mother as she makes
her way down the stairs from her room. Letting her hands glide down the front of her yellow sundress, smoothing out any wrinkles she may have missed the night before ironing it. Yet she stops in the kitchen to press a kiss to her father's head and to steal a piece of toast from his plate. Earning a playful glare from him as she giggles. ❝You remember to come straight home after, you hear?❞ The aging man states with a pointed finger directed at his daughter. ❝Yes, Papa, I will. Don't worry.❞ Then the girl turns on her heel and leaves not before giving the calico barn cat a little scratch on the head. She skips over to the old oak tree where her pale yellow bicycle rest underneath in the early morning shade. Only to stop and fix her hair, deciding to braid a bit of her hair, letting it go across in the back and pins it to the other side. Once satisfied with her hair she swings her leg over to the other side of her bike and pedals off. The girl waves to people happily as she passes them on the dirt road till she gets to the heart of the town and crosses a street to get to Abbey Avenue. That's where her mom decided to place her shop. Now Daisy get's there right around 8 o'clock like she does every morning. Or at least tries to, she does have a habit of over sleeping at times. She rides her bike into the side alley and lets it rest against the wall of the shop. Then goes to unlock the front door. It had rained the night before so she didn't need to water the flowers until the afternoon.
It had been around 8:30am when the first customer of the day finally arrived. By then the strawberry blonde had been so focused on rearranging a bouquet of baby's breathes and daffodils for an elderly woman named Shelly. Since she was so focused on an order she didn't hear the door bell chime, yet her head lifts up at the sound of a man's voice. A young man to be precise. Her hazel eyes lock onto a tall brunette. A handsome brunette if she was being honest with herself. She smiles sweetly at him. ❝It's nice to meet you. I'm Daisy.❞ She responds while brushing a piece of her hair out of her face. ❝What can I help you with today, Isaac?❞
[ I actually didn't feel like looking up if they had bicycles. They probably did. lol ]
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Post by rose on Oct 12, 2020 23:03:46 GMT -5
i'll be honest when i say i don't know the first thing about 1920's bicycle culture haha
i'll work on a reply in the morning!
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Post by rose on Oct 15, 2020 3:46:15 GMT -5
"Daisy," he repeated, letting the name dance across his tongue. The word tasted sweet, but it sounded even sweeter - melodic, even. "Quite convenient that you're named after a flower, I presume? Who planned that one? Let me guess - was it your mother?" He laughed softly with his words, but as the laugh fell, he couldn't help but let out yet another smile as he watched the woman brush a wisp of strawberry blonde hair out of her face. What he wouldn't do to be able to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear at this moment, he did not know.
From his brief time of knowing her, it seemed to Isaac that she was the type of person to put a flower in her hair on days where she thought no one would see her. A red one, perhaps, to compliment the underlying tones of her hair and freckles - a hibiscus, maybe; no, she seemed too unconventional for that. A wood lily? A poppy? A red camellia, perhaps? None of them seemed right. Not for this angel.
He composed himself once again, taking a break from studying the woman before him. "I suppose I should tell you why I'm here," he began again. "I've come to place a flower order - shocker! - but this one is very urgent. It's my dear mother's birthday today, and I couldn't dare bring myself to allow my father to get her a better gift than me. She's nothing short of a fan of yellow, so I'd prefer the arrangement to be primarily composed of that. I typically pride myself on being a good listener, but frankly, my mother speaks about her love for flowers so often that, I must admit, I often find myself falling into a daze when she begins speaking of them. I know she loves tulips and lilies, though. There was one more, I believe..." He brought his gaze back to the strawberry blonde. "Ah, they were daisies. Mother loves daisies."
He took the time to study her face closely once again. A red rose tucked gently behind her ear would look lovely, he decided.
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Post by sweefox on Oct 16, 2020 8:10:12 GMT -5
Daisy couldn't help but laugh softly at Isaac's choice of words. Nor how spot on he was. It was definitely her mother's doing to name her after a flower. Her mother had been around flowers all her life and even after she fell in love with her father, that passion never changed. It was such a strong passion that it eventually got her only child to become obsessed with the beauty and meanings of flowers. As her laugh died down she answered. ❝Yes, actually. My mother has always had a liking to flowers.❞
The young woman smiles once more at the man before her before bending down and grabbing a brown wicker gathering basket to place his ordered in as she gathered the necessary flowers around the shop. She stands back up as he is in mid telling continuing to smile until he finishes. Those are lovely choices. Especially the daisies. She speaks up only for her to walk around the counter with the basket gesturing for Isaac to follow her just to make sure the flowers she picks are good enough for his mother. ❝Well, your mother has good taste in flowers.❞ She turns her head slightly to look at Isaac as she grabs a few yellow tulips from their section. ❝Especially daisies.❞
Daisy then proceeds to go around the store and gathering yellow flowers — Sword Lillies, Daffodils, Sunflowers — and of course daisies and a few Baby's-breath to compliment it all together nicely. As Daisy returns to the counter, she gently lays the basket down before going into the side room behind the counter on the left of her to get a vase. A pale yellow vase seemed fitting for the yellow-loving mother. As she then starts to rearrange the flowers she glances at Isaac. ❝This is sweet of you to get your mother flowers for her birthday, do you do this every year?❞
[ bad response. never once been in a flower shop xD ]
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Post by rose on Oct 25, 2020 3:56:56 GMT -5
it's be a while i apologize! i'll reply tomorrow x
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Post by sweefox on Oct 25, 2020 7:37:47 GMT -5
[ lol its all good (: people get busy. ]
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Post by rose on Nov 28, 2020 20:49:32 GMT -5
is necroposting a problem in this subpage? there's no warning so i don't think it is (sorry mods if it is)
are you still around, fox? i'd love to pick up where we left off if you're up for it!
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Post by sweefox on Nov 28, 2020 22:22:17 GMT -5
[ hey im still around (: && sure im still up for it ! ]
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Post by sweefox on Jan 7, 2021 19:53:28 GMT -5
[ extremely late. but merry christmas and happy new years ! (: ]
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Post by rose on Jan 8, 2021 4:21:18 GMT -5
thank you, fox. i'm here now - things are finally slowing down on my end and I'll actually be able to write :-)
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Post by sweefox on Jan 8, 2021 10:54:51 GMT -5
[ that's good (: ]
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