Raven's Flower Arrangement
For the underlings in the Rose Manor there's few things more intimidating than being called at midnight for a 'Flower Appreciation Ceremony'. An event that is just as unpredictable and spontaneous as the boss that they have sworn loyalty to. Raven weaves and sends out wreaths to those who have failed or betrayed him as a warning that he'll be coming for them. Meanwhile those that have exceed his expectations recieve bouquets that he has arranged usually only consisting of roses while the wreaths usually contain funeral associateed flowers.
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Raven hums to himself, a smile quirking the coner of his lips, his hands work swiftly unhindered by the dim, gloomy lighting in the room. Flowers that have been carefully chosen bend accordin to his will, weaving together to make a wreath. Blue mums to let the traitor know his 'love' for them is over. Purple Carnations to bring attention to their caprious nature, it's a betrayal he's expected but not so soon. He must applaud them for managing to surprise him. Black roses to let them know their life will soon becoming to an end, and that they've brought tradegy onto themselves. Red roses for a pop of color, some choices are made purely for aesethic afterall.
Raven lifts the wreath and turns it this way and that, viewing it for different angles with a critical eye. His purple iris cut across the array of flowers nestled on the table before him, they land on a bunch of lilies, and he knows the perfect finishing touch. Four white lilies are carefully woven into the wreath, and he's satisfied. White lilies to let them know that with their death they will be forgiven, innocent and pure once again, and hopefully they will make smarter choices when they are reborn.
The next arrangement is much easier to complete but just as carefully selected, after all those recieving punishment can't outshine those that have pleased him. For his committed hardworker that will take the place of the traitor he makes a beautiful rose bouquet in a black poreclain vase. Lavendar roses to symbolize his absolute delight, Deep Pink roses to make his gratitude and appreciation for them known. Peach roses to highlight their modesty and sincerity. Finally, Yellow Roses tie everything together expressing his joy at having such a strong underling. Satisfied he turns to the only other occupatant in the room.
"What do you think?" The crystopian Lopilu steps forward from one ofo the many dark corner of the room. Dove eyes the arrangements seriously, much to Raven's satisfication. It's why he bothered to ask in the first place, as the other is one of the few that will speak honestly despite the risk rather than throw around blind flattery.
"It's perfect, you've done an beautiful job as always." Raven tilts his chin up pridefully and a smaile stretches even wider on his lips.
"It'd be a shame to not share such a lovely view, no? Flowers are made to be admired and appreciated."
His fingers stroke over the delicate petals of the flowers, before he stands up, moving to sit on the window sill admiring the moon. " Round of my lovely subjections, I believe a ceremony is in order."
Without further ado, Dove slips from the room, ready to rouse the unwitting occupants of the manor.
For the underlings in the Rose Manor there's few things more intimidating than being called at midnight for a 'Flower Appreciation Ceremony'. An event that is just as unpredictable and spontaneous as the boss that they have sworn loyalty to. Raven weaves and sends out wreaths to those who have failed or betrayed him as a warning that he'll be coming for them. Meanwhile those that have exceed his expectations recieve bouquets that he has arranged usually only consisting of roses while the wreaths usually contain funeral associateed flowers.
~
Raven hums to himself, a smile quirking the coner of his lips, his hands work swiftly unhindered by the dim, gloomy lighting in the room. Flowers that have been carefully chosen bend accordin to his will, weaving together to make a wreath. Blue mums to let the traitor know his 'love' for them is over. Purple Carnations to bring attention to their caprious nature, it's a betrayal he's expected but not so soon. He must applaud them for managing to surprise him. Black roses to let them know their life will soon becoming to an end, and that they've brought tradegy onto themselves. Red roses for a pop of color, some choices are made purely for aesethic afterall.
Raven lifts the wreath and turns it this way and that, viewing it for different angles with a critical eye. His purple iris cut across the array of flowers nestled on the table before him, they land on a bunch of lilies, and he knows the perfect finishing touch. Four white lilies are carefully woven into the wreath, and he's satisfied. White lilies to let them know that with their death they will be forgiven, innocent and pure once again, and hopefully they will make smarter choices when they are reborn.
The next arrangement is much easier to complete but just as carefully selected, after all those recieving punishment can't outshine those that have pleased him. For his committed hardworker that will take the place of the traitor he makes a beautiful rose bouquet in a black poreclain vase. Lavendar roses to symbolize his absolute delight, Deep Pink roses to make his gratitude and appreciation for them known. Peach roses to highlight their modesty and sincerity. Finally, Yellow Roses tie everything together expressing his joy at having such a strong underling. Satisfied he turns to the only other occupatant in the room.
"What do you think?" The crystopian Lopilu steps forward from one ofo the many dark corner of the room. Dove eyes the arrangements seriously, much to Raven's satisfication. It's why he bothered to ask in the first place, as the other is one of the few that will speak honestly despite the risk rather than throw around blind flattery.
"It's perfect, you've done an beautiful job as always." Raven tilts his chin up pridefully and a smaile stretches even wider on his lips.
"It'd be a shame to not share such a lovely view, no? Flowers are made to be admired and appreciated."
His fingers stroke over the delicate petals of the flowers, before he stands up, moving to sit on the window sill admiring the moon. " Round of my lovely subjections, I believe a ceremony is in order."
Without further ado, Dove slips from the room, ready to rouse the unwitting occupants of the manor.
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