Silver Lining

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(Drawn by me, once again, because kingdom was adorable)

Chan finds himself sitting in the den with Felix's favorite book in his hands one night, bombarded with negative thoughts but unable to run them out of his system with the signs of a storm on the horizon. He was only halfway paying attention to the descriptive words on the pages, his mind drifting off to different thoughts every other sentence. He's not much of a reader, doesn't particularly enjoy sitting still that long; he's more of a music kind of guy, acted out tales and sounds to keep him occupied. But the old ink and paper was infused with just an overall sense of Felix and he was missing the silvernette so he decided to give the novel a try.

It wasn't bad, from what he has gathered from skimming the paragraphs, just another one of those sappy romance novels with an added twist of the couple being vampires so utterly in love but being destined to split apart due to their different classes in the vampiric hierarchy. Chan's sure that it would be a lot more appealing to him if he wasn't so lovesick and pining at the moment, if he wasn't so lost in the scent of the omega and flooded with memories and unspoken words every time a page was turned.

But as he reaches about chapter three and still hasn't gathered any information further than the duo attending a party and for some reason bringing their human friends with them, he decides that he should stop disrespecting one Felix's favorite pieces of literature by not actually taking the time to absorb each detail and dedicate himself to understanding the story; he closes it and tosses it lightly onto the footrest, only to stare for a few moments as a paper drifts out from somewhere in the later portion of the novel.

Chan picks it up and inspects it curiously, noting the dainty and pretty handwriting that perhaps could have been Felix's with his right hand (but he can't be entirely sure since the penmanship he can compare it to is what the omega did with his nondominant appendage). It's a list, he quickly gathers, of what he assumes are flowers on one side and on the other is a single word that he would guess is the flower's meaning.

The first is "white orchid" and further along the paper is the word "sincerity" , and then "red rose" followed by "eternal love" and so forth. Perhaps the silvernette was memorizing the floral language to better his bouquet making and forgot it was in this book? Maybe it was made a long time ago and he just didn't need it anymore.

It's the last one that really catches his attention (being the only one with a relative sentence as a description), a "blue hyacinth" and "apology and desire for peace ".

An idea of how to make amends with Felix comes suddenly and at full force but as soon as he jumps up from his seat, he has to stop and consider just how absurd the possibility of finding one of these flowers and giving it to him is. He hasn't even heard of a blue hyacinth before this, let alone seen one; and it's not exactly like he could go to the flower shop and ask.

It's probably a good thing he didn't invest a lot of brain power in reading that novel because now he was going to have to do some research of his own. But, as sappy as it sounds, he'll do it in the name of love (even if this goes against one of the pieces of advice Hana-noona gave him: don't give a florist's apprentice a bouquet. Well, he was always called a dumb pup).