⌛ Who: Dohalim ilqaras, Luke re_sonate ⌛ What: Permanent Catch-All ⌛ When: Various ⌛ Where: Various; noted in threads ⌛ Warnings: Smut and other things probably
[He doesn't actually want to touch your boobs, Dohalim. Don't worry.
He placed a hand to his chin, humming in thought as he looked at all the flowers. He didn't know enough about flowers or their language. But he knew Diluc's favorite flower. It sadly didn't exist here. Calla lilies did, but they didn't look like the Teyvat variety.]
I feel as though red would be too obvious, especially when his favorite flower doesn't exist here and isn't red in the slightest. What would you recommend for someone like him?
In the language of flowers, red is traditionally used as a colour to express love. However, if you don't want red...
[with the pail in one hand, Dohalim walks around his shop, finger and thumb resting under his chin as he hums to himself. it's very clear that he takes this seriously, stopping in front of different flowers to consider them, before moving along. eventually, he does pick out a few bundles of different flowers, all either blue or white in variety. as he does so, he tells Kaeya the name of the flower, and what they mean]
White camellias, to tell the receiver of your affection. White carnations to speak of a sweet love. [he drops a couple of bundles of each in the bucket] Blue asters as an unorthodox symbol of love, and forget-me-nots, so you will never forget each other. Baby's breath to finish it off, to speak of your everlasting love. [he drops all of those in the bucket as well]
Will this suffice? Or did you want to add anything else?
[Kaeya listened intently at the explanations and observing the flowers picked out. It was a lot of blues and whites, which was definitely Kaeya's color scheme in much of his clothes. But it did feel a little odd to give Diluc a bouquet looking like that and he hummed in thought once Dohalim was finished.
He spotted some red lilies and Dohalim had said that red flowers tended to symbolize love. Which was something even Kaeya knew, so he pointed to those.]
I know I said no red but... what about just a few of those to contrast?
[For the both of them. After all, when they were together their hair often became both deep blue and bright red.]
[nodding, Dohalim picks up the best bundle of of the lilies he has in the pail, before walking over to a table with brown wrapping paper and some twine. a bit more rustic to the propriety Dohalim tends to exude, but there's an aesthetic to it that he admires. it's simple, and it's not like he wants to take away from the presentation of the bouquet itself by wrapping it in gaudy wrap, after all.
if Kaeya were to watch, he'd see that Dohalim looks relaxed as he puts the bouquet together; the red lilies acting as the centrepiece as he fits the other flowers around them. he's delicate in his movements as he strips the leaves off the stems, and every placement is deliberate. he's not just putting an arrangement together, but telling a story. he does pause every so often to think of how to proceed, to see if he should stop, or keep going. but he eventually gets there, nodding to himself as he finally finishes arranging them.
from under the table, in a drawer, Dohalim pulls out a small box of cards; he files through them before plucking one out to read its contents. he then moves to finally wrap the arrangement carefully, securing it with twine. before he ties it completely, he threads the card through one end, and ties it in a neat bow]
There we go. I think he'll be happy to receive these. [picking the arrangement up, he holds it out for Kaeya to take] I like to attach handwritten poems or notes to every bouquet for an added touch, if you're wondering what the card is.
[if Kaeya were to read the card, it would say, in perfect cursive writing:
Always remember, my heart holds you when my arms cannot.]
[Kaeya watched with rapt attention as Dohalim got the bouquet together. It was fascinating, truly. But even more so was Dohalim himself. His body language changed, as did the expression on his face. This was a man truly comfortable and in his element.
He took the bouquet with care and with raised eyebrows, read the card within because he was curious as to what Dohalim would put in there. Not to mention, it would speak poorly of him if he had no idea what the card said prior to giving this to Diluc.
Oh my... handwritten, too!]
Huh, you really can write poetry. And here I thought it was all talk, color me surprised!
[Kaeya was being genuine, even if he didn't quite sound it. Still, his own face soften as he put the card back and gazed at the flowers.]
If you were to talk to my companions back home, they would disagree with your opinion on my poetry.
[Dohalim holds his hands up, shaking his head gently. there's a small smile on his face at the compliment as he starts to put everything away where they belong, and clean up his station]
Ah, don't worry about it.
[a poor business practice, Dohalim knows this, but just this once, and for a friend]
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He placed a hand to his chin, humming in thought as he looked at all the flowers. He didn't know enough about flowers or their language. But he knew Diluc's favorite flower. It sadly didn't exist here. Calla lilies did, but they didn't look like the Teyvat variety.]
I feel as though red would be too obvious, especially when his favorite flower doesn't exist here and isn't red in the slightest. What would you recommend for someone like him?
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[with the pail in one hand, Dohalim walks around his shop, finger and thumb resting under his chin as he hums to himself. it's very clear that he takes this seriously, stopping in front of different flowers to consider them, before moving along. eventually, he does pick out a few bundles of different flowers, all either blue or white in variety. as he does so, he tells Kaeya the name of the flower, and what they mean]
White camellias, to tell the receiver of your affection. White carnations to speak of a sweet love. [he drops a couple of bundles of each in the bucket] Blue asters as an unorthodox symbol of love, and forget-me-nots, so you will never forget each other. Baby's breath to finish it off, to speak of your everlasting love. [he drops all of those in the bucket as well]
Will this suffice? Or did you want to add anything else?
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He spotted some red lilies and Dohalim had said that red flowers tended to symbolize love. Which was something even Kaeya knew, so he pointed to those.]
I know I said no red but... what about just a few of those to contrast?
[For the both of them. After all, when they were together their hair often became both deep blue and bright red.]
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[nodding, Dohalim picks up the best bundle of of the lilies he has in the pail, before walking over to a table with brown wrapping paper and some twine. a bit more rustic to the propriety Dohalim tends to exude, but there's an aesthetic to it that he admires. it's simple, and it's not like he wants to take away from the presentation of the bouquet itself by wrapping it in gaudy wrap, after all.
if Kaeya were to watch, he'd see that Dohalim looks relaxed as he puts the bouquet together; the red lilies acting as the centrepiece as he fits the other flowers around them. he's delicate in his movements as he strips the leaves off the stems, and every placement is deliberate. he's not just putting an arrangement together, but telling a story. he does pause every so often to think of how to proceed, to see if he should stop, or keep going. but he eventually gets there, nodding to himself as he finally finishes arranging them.
from under the table, in a drawer, Dohalim pulls out a small box of cards; he files through them before plucking one out to read its contents. he then moves to finally wrap the arrangement carefully, securing it with twine. before he ties it completely, he threads the card through one end, and ties it in a neat bow]
There we go. I think he'll be happy to receive these. [picking the arrangement up, he holds it out for Kaeya to take] I like to attach handwritten poems or notes to every bouquet for an added touch, if you're wondering what the card is.
[if Kaeya were to read the card, it would say, in perfect cursive writing:
Always remember,
my heart holds you
when my arms cannot.]
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He took the bouquet with care and with raised eyebrows, read the card within because he was curious as to what Dohalim would put in there. Not to mention, it would speak poorly of him if he had no idea what the card said prior to giving this to Diluc.
Oh my... handwritten, too!]
Huh, you really can write poetry. And here I thought it was all talk, color me surprised!
[Kaeya was being genuine, even if he didn't quite sound it. Still, his own face soften as he put the card back and gazed at the flowers.]
This is truly beautiful, thank you. How much?
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[Dohalim holds his hands up, shaking his head gently. there's a small smile on his face at the compliment as he starts to put everything away where they belong, and clean up his station]
Ah, don't worry about it.
[a poor business practice, Dohalim knows this, but just this once, and for a friend]