#((she knows the gracey's-and the de clair's for that matter-would never approve; so they gotta play along!))

[theheadlessgroom]

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At this, Dorian couldn’t help but flash her a smile: He was really a great gardener in her future? It was enough for him to turn bashful for a moment, saying, “Well, that’s...that’s very high praise, seeing as I’m only something of a novice, now, really...a hobbyist. I would spend more time in the gardens and the conservatory if I could, more time among the plants, but...my parents won’t hear of it.”

As far as his parents were concerned, an interest in gardening and flowers wasn’t the sort of hobby for a young prince of the South; if he were going to have a hobby, it should be something like hunting or horseback riding or fencing, all of which he had done before, true, but had never appealed much to Dorian. His parents may have thought the gardening should be left to a groundskeeper, but he did his damndest not to let their gentle discouragements, their efforts to nudge him towards other hobbies, keep him away.

“It’s one of the few places I can get away from them, even for a short while,” he confessed, feeling secure enough in her presence to say this. “Whenever I have a free moment, I’ll slip away and go down to the conservatory with some records and play some music while I garden-they say music’s good for growth, and it’s just...nice to listen while I work. Lizzie likes to come in and help me too; she’s the one who got me interested in the language of flowers and what they mean. 

I hope, today, when I give her a bouquet, she’ll...she’ll known I’m telling her that I love her. That I’ve always loved her, and always will.”