#you are my beacon of salvation; I'm your starlight 🔥 red / serena (sereina)

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Relationship tags cause why not

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They'd been out tending to the garden given the nice day. All of the rain had made the yard so vibrant, but it also meant that weeds unfortunately cropped up. While Serena had been yanking out weeds, and while Red's back was turned to her, she'd cut a flower from the garden every now and then, until she had a decent pile accumulated.

There were red roses, of course, along with a variety of other pink and white flowers included. She wiped a bit of sweat from her face, leaving a trail of dirt from her gloves in its wake. When she was finally satisfied, Serena gathered the flowers up, tying them with a ribbon. She turned slightly to look at Red, a wry smile on her face as she hid the bouquet from sight.

"Hey, can you come look at this?" Serena asked. Once he came over, she revealed the bouquet, a bright smile on her face. "Flowers for my husband, the love of my life," she laughed lightly, "if I could give you all of the flowers in the garden, I would."

He'd never been much for gardening before he met Serena, he was never sure if he was doing it right and she'd had to correct him some before now. He was getting better at it though, frankly throughout their time outside he was feeling a bit more confident about his work. Hoping to impress her and show he had been paying attention to every lesson he'd been given, he didn't stop to ask to be sure for awhile now while she worked on her side.

He hummed on occasion with stray notes getting stuck in his head while he worked, that came to halt when she called for his attention, and he wandered over only to be surprised with the bouquet of roses. He smiled with surprise, he couldn't believe he'd missed what she was doing this whole time. He carefully took the flowers and leaned to kiss her lovingly. "Thank you, they're beautiful. Were you working on this all day?" He asks.

He doesn't want to ruin the set of them, but he does carefully take a red rose from the edges to delicately set in her locks of golden hair. "You're incredibly sweet as always, but you know none of these compare to you in my mind. Ma belle nuit, shining even in bright daylight."

Cheesy of him? Maybe, but he never got enough of saying things like this to her regardless.