Re: The antique store: Ella & Will
Ella would've liked that turn of phrase, the one about beautiful being untouchable. She'd always been the type of plain and common that was touched often and quite well. She'd calmed, hardened into something jaded and unlovely, but she still recalled those days of hardship and gritty loving. She regretted those days, as bitter people all regretted lost things. As for things entering Repose, Ella cared not a fig for this place and its people. She would never say so aloud, but it was rather truth.
"My friend runs the grocer. I think perhaps she just unfurled a map and put her finger to the paper, picking a town at random," she said, and her smile was a thing genuine. Helena was the cat's pajamas, and Ella's love for her was true. "She's lovely. If you've not met her, then you should introduce yourself. She's dreadful about meeting people to barber with, and I'd nothing keeping me where I was."
They neared the shop, and if she was disappointed that the dark blooms brought nothing to the surface, it didn't show. She pushed open the door to Flower Girl of her own volition, and she ushered him in. Flowers that had been in unseen slumber before the opening of the door, they raised sleepy heads. Of course, this was something unknown to her gallant knight. "You're a dear. There's ice in the backroom." She pulled a chair from the workstation, and she sat herself demurely upon it.
If he went to fetch the ice, she summoned her daisies. She loved daisies, and the bunch on the workstation were perfect white. They quivered in anticipation, and she whispered words at them. Dark, dark words, and dark promises, and their petals trembled. They were flowers made for hunger, and she sat beside them as if she'd done nothing at all. "Did you find it?" she called out, a deliberate wince of discomfort betwixt the words.