#yes even the flowers have meanings :33c

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(non tattooed version bc Arms and also this entire piece was inspired by this tweet x so i should probs make the top easier to see)

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A Bouquet Made With Love

A/N: Part if a trade with @kittyandco!! Just Polnareff getting a little something for someone he loves :33c I'm really hoping he's not too OOC here!! Had a lot of fun writing this :3

Word Count: 473

Jean Pierre Polnareff gently cupped one of the store's flowers, a hand at his chin in a look of fierce consentration. He had been there for awhile, and had yet to figure out what he needed.

"Ah - erm, sir, may I help you?"

Polnareff snapped out of his thoughts, turning to the small shop owner of the equally small shop (a little hole-in-the-wall might not have been ideal, he felt, but it was better than nothing). He laughed good-naturedly at nothing in particular, landing a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Say," he started, turning back to the flowers. "Do you have anything for uh, romance?" Polnareff asked, lightly scratching his cheek with a light blush over him.

The shopkeep brightened, tugging Polnareff over to a counter. "Oh, a partner? I have just the thing," he continued before Polnareff could answer that yes, he did have a partner, not to mention the most beautiful, kind, wonderful person he had ever-

"Here we are!" A bouquet in his face distracted him from his thoughts.

He took it gently, and found that the pink and white myriad of flowers was suitably pretty for his love. "White roses, of course," the shopkeep explained unprompted, "As well as pink peonies, white camellias, and just a few ranunculuses - Oh, you'll want to know the meanings, too, I imagine, let me go over them before you make your payment."

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It was early when Polnareff went into the little store. It was not early when he left it.

He found his way back to the hotel they were staying in, though, evening sun basking it in oranges and yellows, and once he was done struggling with the old, jammed door, he immediately found himself lifting the flowers out of the way.

"Pol!" Kitty said, wrapping their arms around him. "You've been gone for longer than I thought," she continued, adding a hand to his already-blushing cheek. This did not help his heart, and he sincerely hoped that she couldn't hear how hard it was beating.

"Ah, m-mon cheri, sorry if I worried you," he stumbled. "I, uh-"

"What's this?"

"Um- flowers," he lightly pressed his gift into her arms. "For you, my love," he added with a smile.

She smiled, eyes flickering upward at him in surprise. "They're lovely, Pol."

Polnareff put a hand to his head, a sudden stroke of bashfulness taking him at her gaze. She continued before he could respond, "Did you remember to pick up the supplies we needed?"

"Oh."

She laughed again, gently taking his hand in hers. "We still have a little time left, let's go get them together. Oh, by the way, Pol?"

"Yes, mon cheri?"

His love lifted her free hand to his shoulder, lightly pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for the flowers."