Love You Again

Orwell Brocken

Eco-Anarchist & Activist
 
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OOC First Name
Emzies
Blood Status
Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Interested in Somebody
Sexual Orientation
Destroying Capitalism
Wand
Knotted 14" Sturdy Pear Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
Age
12/2024 (37)
The King of Flowers had had a lapse in judgement when he had thought he had enough time between his different activities to be able to get the roses for Archie, but that hadn't happened. The boy felt bad about forgetting to send Archie roses so he had planned something special for the day. He had spent most of his day after rose-giving in the gardens preparing for this evening with Archie, he had grown more roses for the occasion and he had worked hard to prepare for it. Now what he needed was to get Archie and he knew where to go to get him. So instead of cleaning up he just headed straight to the party where the rose-givers were celebrating another successful year of the roses. He still wore the rose crown on his head and had a second in his hands as he made his way through the school. Eventually reaching where it was just at the point where the he was being congratulated for the roses. Orwell blushed at the attention but waved them off and spotted Archie and rushed over to where the boy was leaning against the wall, and he held out the flower crown to him, "Come, I have something to show you"

Orwell didn't really wait for a response he just took the boys hand and dragged him out of the party and to the wild patch rushing through the school, dragging the other boy with him without really paying attention to if Archie needed to catch his breath, and continued moving only slowing down as they reached the gardens and Orwell turned to Archie and raised the boys hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to send you roses," he apologised as he pulled the boy towards the gardens where in the clearing where they had once stargazed, and there was a whole bunch of the three coloured roses. Orwell let go of Archie's hand and walked to pick up the roses and held them out to Archie, it didn't make up for the fact he'd missed the actual the rose giving. The boy just smiled at Archie, hoping this would make up for it.
 
Archie's valentine's day was amazing. He had delivered many roses to willing recipients, said kind words to them and hopefully also brightened their days. The only thing that lingered within his mind was the fact that he had not received a rose from his most bestest, amazing friend of all time. That thought appeared early in the day and had only snowballed as his deliveries were completed one by one, while he slowly realized he was less likely to receive a rose from the person he loved most in the world. By the time the day had drawn to a close and he attended the party dedicated to the people executing the deliveries, Archie had given up hope. His mood and appearance were melancholy and the last thing he expected was to be dragged away from the festivities by Orwell after receiving absolutely nothing during the day or even a greeting during the party he reluctantly attended.

Archie hadn't even been given an explanation by the Ravenclaw to why he was yet to receive any roses but he reluctantly allowed himself to be dragged from the party and through the school grounds. He followed his friend wordlessly, still feeling depressed and neglected by the lack of roses until they arrived at an all too familiar clearing in the wild patch. A clearing he recognized from one of the nights they stargazed together years ago. He smiled at this realization as he stared down towards Orwell who kissed his hand affectionately. "What?" He said, questioning everything until a bunch of roses were held towards him. Suddenly it all made sense and Archie realized that Orwell was making it up to him. Tears began to well in his eyes as he held his free hand over his face. "Oh my god, Orwell." He said while accepting the bunch of beautiful roses. It more than made up for the fact he hadn't received a rose during the day. The bunch he had been given were the most beautiful roses of all. "I love you so much." He said while staring at the bunch of roses, still holding his hand over his face and tearing up more than he ever intended to. His best friend was the only person who could draw these emotions in him and he couldn't help but show everything in this moment of vulnerability.
 
Orwell had known he'd need to do a lot to make it up to Archie, forgetting to send the roses was not a good thing to forget, of all the things he might've forgotten that was the one that he really shouldn't have. Orwell owed Archie a lot and their friendship meant the world to him, and so upon receiving all three of the flowers from Archie he knew that his plan to make it up to him needed to be more than just a few. The king of the flowers was of course lucky that as the person who had grown the flowers he had access to all the ones left over, and the ones he had grown specifically for this purpose. There was little denying that with out the garden as a place he looked after it would've been far more difficult to get something together to make it up for him. Orwell knew that his position in the school was one he had both worked hard for and at, and while he would happily provide flowers at this time of the year for anyone who asked, he also used the garden to suit his own purpose.

The startled-ness on Archie's face at what he'd done was enough to make Orwell feel a little better about forgetting. He smiled and nodded, noting the tears in friend's eyes but knowing that these were the good kind of tears, "I love you too," he replied easily, leaning in and kissing the boy lightly on the cheek, "Each of the roses has a memory of our friendship," Orwell told him, motioning to the little notes attach, none were that elaborate but enough that he was sure Archie would like them. He hadn't known what else to do, he had never been as inventive or creative as Archie, "Come on, let's just sit and watch the stars again," he told him, Orwell was sure that his friend would want to go through the roses, but they didn't have to do that standing up, it could be done from the comfort of the ground, looking up happily at the stars.
 
Archie had been named the prince of flowers for years, yet he was the true epitome of such a title that evening with Orwell's flower crown sitting on his head, the beautiful bunch of sentimental roses in his arms and his free hand covering his face as tears of happiness streamed down his cheeks. Unlike tears of stress or of grief, he was hesitant to wipe them away and allowed them to flow freely since he was so overwhelmed by his best friend's actions. It was one thing to simply apologize for not sending any roses, but another gesture entirely to give him a bunch of beautiful roses, each of varying colours with their own memories attached to them to make it up to him. He leaned forward instinctively as Orwell kissed him on the cheek and followed the ravenclaw further into the familiar clearing without saying a word because he was left entirely and utterly speechless.

He sat down in the soft grass and adjusted the flower crown atop his head before placing the bunch of flowers in front of him. Picking up one from the bunch, he quickly opened the small note attached to it so he could read it aloud. The words were too blurry at first which caused him to pull his sleeve over his arm which he then used to clear the tears away. "Dammit Orwell, look what you do to me." He said, voice quivering slightly though he wasn't hiding how happy he truly was in that moment. When he could see properly again he cleared his throat and read the words on the paper attached to the rose. "The first time we made sandcastles." He read, smiling then sniffling as he folded the note back up, placed the flower on the ground, then leaned forward to pull Orwell into a tight hug. The flowers were so much, maybe even too much since Archie didn't think he deserved any of it after being so disappointed by Orwell earlier in the day. Feeling anything besides pure love for the other boy felt like treason due to the way he had well and truly made up for not sending any roses. On top of that Archie felt guilty for ever doubting that Orwell would do something to celebrate valentine's day with him. Archie hugged Orwell tighter, hoping the affection would be enough to thank him for the time being because he was otherwise at a loss of how else he could show his endless appreciation for the way Orwell had created a perfect ending to a perfect day.
 
The nickname King of the Flowers by the rumour has it magazine and he knew he wasn't supposed to like the name, but Orwell had really taken to it. The boy had loved it, and he loved giving the other name to Archie, making them the King and Prince of Flowers. Orwell was just happy to make his best friend happy, and he didn't think that he had done too much, he knew that he had done the right amount of for her. Orwell owed Archie so much that he knew was happy for him to be enjoying what he had prepared for him. The teen sat down on the soft the grass next to his best friend and just watched as Archie arranged the crown on his head, and he couldn't help but watch with rapt attention as the boy read the different notes attached, he wanted this to be special because he always wanted Archie to know that he loved him, would always love him. Orwell grinned easily at him, his face warm with love for his best friend.

"The first time we went to the beach together," Orwell agreed with a little nod, and it went without saying that it had been the first time he'd ever been to the beach or seen the ocean. It had been something else, and Orwell could only think fondly of it. He hugged Archie back, wrapping his arms around him and leaning back until he was laying on the soft ground, "So, Prince of Flowers in our last reign who do you think should take over?" Orwell had been thinking about it for days, and only because Archie was part of his life and his decisions that he knew he'd be able to help him, "I want to leave the garden in good hands", selfishly he wanted to leave something behind to this school when he left it. "Someone's gonna need to look after it when we're gone," Orwell was in a small state of disbelief that they were close to graduating, that this whole school thing was almost over for them. He was glad to have come and happy with all he had done in the school, and he was happy that he had managed to spend all of this time with Archie.
 

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