the sweetly scented killer

begonia

a/n: hey twat waffles so i might have lied about another update coming soon after the last one but that wasn't on purpose, i just have zero motivation like ever

anyway

flora

There's something lively about our energies put together.

I am not sure what it is since the majority of us posses strong negative emotions for each other. Peculiar.

I am positioned directly across from the boy I met when I was just a girl. I find that every time I see him move, or hear him speak. Every time his eyes land on mine, or I can feel his gaze upon my skin, I compare it to my husband.

I find it rather interesting how I could feel for two people whom are so saliently different. Samuel presents himself as though he awaits instruction. Perhaps I only say this because Fauna provides it to him.

Seth would laugh in the face of a person who would even attempt to give him commands.

Samuel cowers away at eye contact. Seth thrives in it. It is as if Samuel feels as though he is not worthy of notice because no one gives it to him. Therefore, he simply is worthless. He carries this in his demeanor. On his face. They way he walks and the way he talks and in depths of his eyes. It is difficult to respect him because you know he does not respect himself.

Conversely, my husband gives off a stable presence of confidence. The wrong person might even mistake this for arrogance. He doesn't need to speak or be spoken to in order to be respected. Often times this gives him the power in the room. An unspoken understanding between him, and the people who won't be very lucky if they do not understand it.

"Flora?"

"Hm?" I tune in to what my sister Charmeine is saying.

"The flowers in your hair are quite beautiful," she smiles.

"They compliment your complexion beautifully," Darlene adds. Evangeline nods in agreement. Oh, you suddenly want to be polite to me, dear sisters? How kind.

"Thank you," I smile. I carefully pull three begonias out of my hair. I hand one to each of them.

"We appreciate these, dear sister," Evangeline touches my cheek. I tilt my head into her hand and smile sweetly.

At a pause in conversing, I catch my mother's attention. She raises her eyebrows. "There is an important project that I intend to devote the majority of my attention to in the underworld. I just do not think staying here for a week's time would be very progressive of me."

"Of course, Flora. We will miss you greatly, but whatever you wish." I smile, intertwining my fingers on the table out in front of me. "What is this project, if you don't mind me asking."

I cock my head to the side, and take a look at my beautiful mother. Oh, how wonderful it would be to place her as first. A weight lifted off my chest. But she will be the treat. The finish line. Plus, I'd rather have her watch the rest before her. She will come last. "The revival of a garden."

As we all contribute to the same conversation, I examine the triplets and Fauna--weighing the pros and cons.

I have never met the mates of the triplets more than once. And I was just a girl. A little angel barely able to form full sentences. They would suspect nothing of me. But also, for all of them to go at the same time? It would raise suspicion.

On the other hand, Fauna is my first choice. Risky, but it would be oh so liberating. I'd gain nothing but satisfaction. Revenge that no doubt would leave a bittersweet aftertaste.