An Arcane Scrapbook Collection

DWC /// Day 14 - Fragile Passion

Eden cursed the repetitive banging of the front door, unyielding despite him having already yelled that he was coming over three times. He grumbled to himself as he walked over, unlocking the multiple locks before opening to the sight of Jace, standing there, carrying something in her arm.

"Eden, finally- I-" before she could continue he shut the door, only for Jace to slide her foot in between preventing it from closing. "Eden please, just listen"

"I don't wanna fucking hear it" he replied, looking at her with bloodshot eyes before trying to forcefully close the door. His attempts were futile against her own, all it took was one hard push for the door to swing open, sending Eden tumbling back.

Their eyes met when he looked up, his' glimmering with what could only be anger.

Jace sighed, shaking her head softly as she came in, carrying a pot with her. "Don't be a brat, Eden, talk to me..."

Her words landed as well as anyone would imagine, with a death glare followed by a kind "Fuck you" as Eden stormed away.

But Jace wasn't about to let it go. She had amending to do, so she kicked the door shut, following Eden into the living room where he now sat on the couch, back against the armrest while he angrily typed away on his laptop.

She walked over, setting the flowerpot on the disaster of a coffee table, crouching down in front of it, brushing her hand gently over the pink flowers of the bush. "I brought you something..." She glanced over to Eden but there was no response.

"It's an Azalea..." she continued, looking back at the plant. "Do you know anything of plant symbolism?" she phrased it as a question but had no intention of receiving a reply. "Me neither" she chuckled, getting up. "Apparently Azalea's represent... 'Gentle Passion'... whatever that means"

Eden glanced at the plant for just a moment before looking back to his screen, mumbling out, mostly to himself but Jace heard him. "Delicate Passion..."

Jace rolled her eyes. "...Of course you knew..." she plopped down onto the couch with a sigh, extending her arms over the backrest in a stretch. "...why am I not surprised..."

A silence ensured, though brief, Jace noticed the shift in Eden.

"You ghosted me for weeks..." he started, folding the laptop up then resting his hands on the top, brushing gently over the faded lines. "...I was so worried... I thought something happened- and I-" his voice caught up in his throat, unable to finish his sentence.

Jace moved over in front of him, taking the laptop away and setting it down on the floor before taking both his hands in hers. "You think I'm letting you get rid of me that easily...?" she planted a kiss on the back of each hand, smiling softly as he reached for her face.

She glanced up, their eyes meeting, this time no anger lingered in his gaze, just concern, mixed with something Jace couldn't quite read. But whatever it was, she liked it.

His hands traced the outline of her jaw before brushing over her cheeks, cupping her face in his hands and bringing her close. Their faces were barely apart, their breaths became one as their faces inched closer.

"I fucking hate you..." He whispered onto her lips, only receiving a hum in response before the gap between them was closed. Sealed with a kiss. A promise from her... but what kind... 

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For today's prompt I had to write something based on flower symbolism. I had a few to choose from, but ended up going with Azalea - Delicate Passion.