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James Nash | Þórr (torden) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-09-02 12:51:00

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sif, thor

What Is This Feeling?
Who: Lucy and James
What: Mr. Nash said he would be the flowers himself.
Where: Lucy's place of employment!
When: Friday Afternoon
Notes: Poor kids don't understand these ~feelings~

The nightmares Alex had told James about worried him. To be fare, it was often that he worried about his youngest sister, he had done so all of his life and it seemed like a hard habit to break. But the fear and caution in her eyes as she told him all of the horrible things that had been going on clenched at his heart and made him feel almost... helpless. James didn't appreciate feeling helpless.

So after getting settled he realized that he felt impatient. Impatience due to wanting to do something for his sister and for once not having a clue what he could do. He had passed by a little flower shop during one of his random meanderings of the area and thought maybe some flowers for his youngest sister would perk her up. Just a little thing to make her smile and, even if it was temporary, forget about the dreams that seemed to be haunting her.

Emerging from his car, James straightened the collar of his shirt and ran a hand through his short curls. With a straight back and his head held high he strolled down the sidewalk before slipping into the flower shop. It appeared empty, no one at the counter, just himself and the flowers. Looking around he realized he didn't know what to do. Any time he tried to put a show for a girl he bought whatever flowers weren't dead at the local grocery store. He never tried very hard with girls, what was the point? He had just been using them to enforce his non existent heterosexuality and grocery store flowers, wedged into the back of a cramped fridge, seemed to do the job. But his sister deserved better than that and he realized, as he looked at little white poof ball flowers and others that he recognized as roses, he hadn't a clue of how to get a bouquet.

Coming to the counter he hit his hand on the waiting bell and let out a sigh. He didn't like to admit a lack of knowledge over something, or be kept waiting, so he chose to call out with an ounce of annoyance clear in his voice. "Does anyone work here? Hello?"

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sifwheat
2011-09-02 08:31 pm UTC (link)

Lucy had decided to be a Responsible Adult today. It would make her mother happy, it would make her father grin, and it would make her aunt very happy. Her aunt kept her around, odd work schedule and all, because Lucy had a knack for flowers. They seemed to respond to her, for whatever reason. Lucy didn't particularly understand what her aunt meant by that, but knew it was something good, so she rolled with it. Really, she should pick up this working thing more often, seeing how happy it made everyone. She never would, but it was a nice idea.

It was a slow day at the shop, so she was spending time in the back with her ipod putting together orders. There was a funeral later that day, so she was putting the finishing touches on the baskets that had been ordered. This person must have been popular, as there were a lot of baskets. She tried her best to make them look somewhat cheery. Funerals were such sad events that it just wouldn't do to send them sad flowers.

She was in the middle of trying to perk up a somewhat limp daisy when she heard the bell and a rather annoyed voice following the ding. Woops.

"Coming!" she called, pulling the earbuds out and setting them aside. She brushed past the beaded curtain that separated the front from the back.

She was fully prepared to launch into the greeting her aunt had forced her to memorize but her mind went blank when she saw the customer. She apparently forgot her manners as well, because she couldn't help staring. The required smile was absent, in its stead was a curious, if not somewhat confused, expression. She was overwhelmed with an odd sense of recognition and a painful sense of longing. It was as if she knew this person well and had not seen them in ages. She tried to recall ever meeting him before, but she knew she hadn't. She would remember that face.

"Hi," she finally said, still stuck by the doorway. Customer service could wait just a little while. She had to process this first.

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torden
2011-09-02 11:07 pm UTC (link)

James was ready to glare at the person coming out from the back, ready to complain about waiting forever, ready to... but then this little blonde girl, no, woman appeared and he found himself at a loss for words.

"Hi," he replied faintly then blinked and tried to understand what had just happened. The woman looked like someone he knew. Someone he couldn't quite place a finger on but he knew the recognition made him feel... happy. And some other feelings that he had never really associated with a woman before. Men, sure, but not with women.

"Uh," James leaned from foot to foot and looked around the shop. "I need to get some flowers... for my sister." Whatever prompted him to insist that the flowers were for a relative and not just some girl James didn't know. He looked back to the woman and seeing here there brought a smile to his face. "I'm guessing you'll be able to help me figure out what would be right for her?"