[Her fingers tighten around the pot when he turns to walk away, and Ilsa's gaze lingers for a few more seconds before she heads inside to put it someplace safe, and with enough sunlight. Maybe she'll show it off at the front window...
The realization that this is the first time anyone has given her flowers before, regardless of the intentions, makes a strange feeling sink in. One where she's not sure if she's sad or happy about it. On one hand, she appreciates the gesture and the flowers. They're pretty, and although he didn't have to do it, he did anyway.
On the other...
What she wouldn't give to receive them in another context. Being suddenly yanked out of her world and put in another really puts a wrench in those wishes, doesn't it...? How is she supposed to find love in a place like this?]
Ah well. [She laughs, looking at the flittens that have followed her inside.] It will come someday. No use in getting hung up on it here, right?
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The realization that this is the first time anyone has given her flowers before, regardless of the intentions, makes a strange feeling sink in. One where she's not sure if she's sad or happy about it. On one hand, she appreciates the gesture and the flowers. They're pretty, and although he didn't have to do it, he did anyway.
On the other...
What she wouldn't give to receive them in another context. Being suddenly yanked out of her world and put in another really puts a wrench in those wishes, doesn't it...? How is she supposed to find love in a place like this?]
Ah well. [She laughs, looking at the flittens that have followed her inside.] It will come someday. No use in getting hung up on it here, right?