Persephone Simonett (earthboundlight) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-07-31 14:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 10.20.11, dale, evan, persephone |
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Who: Evan, Persephone and Dale
What: Working, introductions and brotherly scheming
When: 10.20.11 - Thursday Morning
Where: Peach Tree Funeral Home
Warnings: N/A
Persephone always enjoyed taking deliveries to the Peach Tree Funeral Home, which might have seemed slightly strange considering the circumstances. One always knew why flowers were going there, and it could have been slightly off-putting or even depressing if one thought on it too long. The arrangements were simple, classic and always hung with a sense of sadness and remembrance. Despite the somber reason for the flowers, she still liked going there. The Harpers were extremely nice people. Dale talked to her no matter how busy they were, and his mother, who reminded her of her own in many ways, offered tea, coffee, an endless supply of treats and typically asked her about how one should properly take care of one plant or another. Occasionally Persephone would even cross paths with Lily at her parent's nursery, which was a welcome treat. It was a house for endings that did not allow its purpose to hang heavy on it although something surely seemed to linger there. More than anything, though, it smelled of flowers as though the scent had imbued itself into the carpets, furnishings and walls years ago. Even if there were no new arrangements inside, Persephone thought that the aroma would still be there, lingering, never actually leaving.
After parking next to the building, she walked up the short flight of stairs to the delivery door and knocked even as she opened it, sticking her head around the frame. The Harpers had told her that it was never locked during business hours so she could feel free to come and go as she needed, but Persephone never felt entirely comfortable with the idea. "Bonjour," she said as she stepped into the empty hallway, looking for any telltale signs of which viewing room they flowers should be arranged in. It could take Dale a few moments to greet her, but he always seemed to know that she had arrived somehow even when she was not loud or went seeking him. Closing the door, Persephone leaned against it, closing her eyes and inhaling the smell of the house, which was tinged down to its core by flowers.