Flower Royalty

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell's love for flowers and his love for well, love had found this to be the most incredible day, he thought it such a good moment, the ability to hand out flowers with little messages of love, and see the smiles on people's faces, it had felt incredible. The King of the flowers had felt that being able to hand out flowers and share love and friendship at a time like now was a great idea, it helped to fill a new mood into the somber castle. And Orwell was specifically glad that the flowers he'd grown in the gardens had been able to help, truly there was nothing about this he hadn't enjoyed, spreading joy amongst people, spreading love, the notes from Archie, just everything about it felt incredible. The teen had not changed since he'd gotten up that day, the flower crown still sat firmly upon his head, the strands of his currently muted purple hair blending in with the flowers, he had truly embraced the flowers, and the smile that adorned his face could not be wiped off by anything. Orwell knew others would likely make an effort for this dance but he decidedly did not want to, Valentine's Day to him was nothing more than a holiday intended to sell products, and he of course would not stop others from enjoying the celebration, but was more enjoying what the school had done, and was excited about dancing, about having fun, it didn't matter to him what this day was supposed to be about, he wanted to be able to just enjoy himself, dance with Archie, who was meeting him in the hall, and just have a good night. Orwell stood by the food table, finding something upon it that he could eat as he waited for Archie to join him.
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[Archie Renner]

Both executing and receiving flower deliveries made that Valentine's day all the more special for Archie. The only thing that would make the day even more perfect would be spending the evening dancing, celebrating a lovely day coming to a close with his best friend. Luckily for Archie, he was on his way to the Valentine's dance to do just that. He wasn't dressed specially for the night but he had cleaned up since finishing his flower deliveries and while he knew Orwell didn't mind when he was sweaty, Archie didn't want to bother everyone else on the dance floor with it. So he arrived, clean as ever and with unusually neat hair as he'd just washed it and it was still damp enough for him to slick it back without any effort and hide it behind his own flower crown. He quickly saw Orwell's messy lavender hear standing at the snacks table and smiled as he approached the other boy. "Brock!" Archie exclaimed as he sped his walking to a run and practically tackled the Ravenclaw to the floor. He wrapped his arms around Orwell and squeezed with all his affectionate might. It was one of the many ways he wanted to thank his friend for the heart warming roses he'd received. "I loved your roses." He said as he moved to kiss Orwell's cheeks. Valentine's day was a lovely holiday on it's own, however the rose deliveries that year made it mean so much more. Archie was glad to have taken part and he would gladly sign up to deliver roses again in another year. "I got the red one first thing this morning and it made my day so happy!"​

 

[Orwell Brocken]

The sudden force of weight of someone running into Orwell, almost took the boy off his feet. He was startled by it, wondering who it was but knowing there was only one person who would do this to him, and he was barely surprised at the familiar smell and face that greeted him. And the King of flowers hugged Archie back, gripping with as much tightness as was being shown to him, Orwell had loved the notes and roses he had received from his best friend, it had been the best things he had gotten all day. He had loved reading each little one of them, glad that of the ones Jean had delivered to him the boy hadn't had to read the more person of the notes, though he trusted the other boy he would've been pretty embarrassed to have him read it. Orwell leaned back, allowinghis best friend to kiss his cheeks as he nodded, "You smell like home," he muttered keeping his gaze on Archie's repeating one of the notes that Orwell had received from him to almost be able to now say it in return to him, after all Archie was as much home as his community was to him, and the King of flowers loved his best friend more than anything in the world, not sending roses to him would've been an awful moment. He couldn't imagine losing Archie in the way he knew that some people following Avie's death would now be having to do. He couldn't help but take in all the features of Archie in front of him, trying to memorise it, the way he smiled, the way his face was when he was happy, the colour of his eyes, "I love you," he spoke quietly but there seemed to be a heaviness to his words that didn't usually exist, "Let's go dance," Orwell took Archie's hand and began dragging him to dance.
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[Archie Renner]

The kisses Archie was placing on Orwell's cheeks slowed then ceased as Orwell repeated one of the notes Archie sent him. He smiled at his friend, placing a few more kisses on his head before pulling away properly. The look Orwell was giving him caught him slightly off guard as it was different to the looks he was used to. The pair of best friends were used to being closer than most other best friends could dream to be though Archie could tell the way Orwell was staring at his features wasn't their usual kind of eye contact. It almost seemed like the other boy was memorizing his features on the off chance they were ripped away from each other like Avie was ripped away from his friends earlier in the semester. Archie couldn't imagine what Avie's close friends were going through, just as he couldn't imagine what it would be like if Orwell left in Avie's place. The idea was enough to cause Archie's eyes to water slightly and he quickly blinked it away. This was supposed to be a happy night to celebrate Valentine's day and the wonderful roses sent and received around the school, not to let what happened to a fellow student loom over everyone's heads. "I love you too." Archie returned, moving to hug Orwell again in a much closer way than before, more so he could comfort himself that Orwell was indeed in his arms and safe from everything bad in the world. As Archie pulled away he placed one last kiss on Orwell's cheek, smiling as Orwell suggested they dance. It would be an easy and simple way to have fun and not let fear or sadness bother them on what should be a loving holiday. Archie nodded in response, allowing Orwell to lead him to the dance floor.​

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Those were the words he needed to hear and he smiled so easily at them, hugging the boy close when he gave him another hug, before then choosing to end that moment and walk away with him to the dance floor. Orwell loved Archie with all of his heart and he was more than happy to show him all this love on such a day, when so much love had been spread. He was happy the dance with him, just become immersed in the music and dance with Archie, losing every care in the world, and just thoroughly letting himself be in the moment. Dancing with him had always been easy, it always seemed like they were just in step, and although Orwell didn't think of himself as much of a dancer, he always thought he was better with Archie, that he was at his best dancing with him. For a brief moment he thought of Kayleigh, wondered if he could've gotten to such a point with her, he didn't think he would've but he couldn't help but think about it. The king of flowers smiled at his friend, the kind of smile that just hadn't really disappeared since he'd first started this day of spreading love.
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