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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 21:47:20 GMT -8
Inspiration had hardly been her friend in the last few weeks, her sketchbooks devoid of her usual hurried charcoal drawings that left fingerprints hidden about her apartment in the most unlikely of places and dark smudges painting her cheeks. There was no point in forcing it out for the sake of making ends meet that month, such a creation wouldn't leave her feeling lighter, and it wouldn't make her fingers tingle as she caressed the fabric lovingly. Her work was her soul, the magic was gone if it was simply torn out from her chest in the sake of something so petty. Everything would work out in the end, and he didn't have the slightest worry regarding it.
Instead she just hummed and popped in downstairs to visit her landlady during her shift, asking about any bouquets or centerpieces that needed to be put together in the next few days. That was easy work for the fairy girl, creative juices flowed freely into her from the gentle silky petals and firm stems. They told her where they wanted to go and she listened, only taking her own thoughts to the ribbons and the vases.
So, it was just about midday when Una breezed in with a soft mint headband wrapped around her head, the horridly long tails resting on her shoulder and brushing her waist. A deep brown corduroy hung lazily around her shoulders, sleeves long enough that only the tips of her pale fingers appeared whilst her arms swung at her sides. Layered under that was a layered lace dress, drifting down a little past her knees and just meeting the tops of her worn leather boots.
She waved a cheery sleeve flap at the worker and brushed past him, to look at the order forms the kindly woman had offered her to complete whilst starting up an idle conversation. "Howya? I've seen you 'round here as I've been comin' and goin'. Never popped in for a chat." The woman raised her head to meet the other's eyes and give him a little friendly squint before turning her attention back down to the forms. "I come 'round to do some little scraps for accommodation up above." She gave a soft little click of her tongue and shoved out a hand at him "Úna Stuart."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 18:48:59 GMT -8
"Oi oi oi oi... " Marcello mumbled to himself, sweeping his bangs out of his face as he looked down at the orders he’d received. “Gyaaah... of course half of ‘em would hafta be rush orders too…” His fingers curled in his hair as he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
He loved flowers; he loved arranging them. They reminded him of home and of Mama, and how on warm summer days he used to help her in the garden before setting up a little arrangement on the dinner table for the week. That sort of thing was nostalgic and relaxing, but something like this was just stressful. Had these orders been spread out over a few more weeks, he’d be a lot more at ease and definitely wouldn’t feel so pressed to get them all done (and would be able to make them look just as perfect as ever!). Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly have that luxury right now…especially when he was the only employee on duty at the moment and these were specifically set aside for him. That was likely the biggest setback of this little establishment: it was small and didn’t pay a lot, so only one person would ever be on duty at a time. Officially, anyway.
Marco’s stomach growled, reminding him of the exact time and he opened his eyes only to find the orders still waiting on him. Taunting him… He gathered the orders into a little pile and moved to shuffle them under the notebook he kept under the counter—he’d worry about them after lunch if anything. For now, there was a chicken and pesto panini calling his name.
"Howya? I've seen you 'round here as I've been comin' and goin'. Never popped in for a chat."
OH—and a cute lady now too. His work could definitely wait.
“Ciao, bella—I’m fine. E yourself?” he returned the greeting with a smile and watched her glide over to and brush past him to look at orders. His brows furrowed a bit as he craned his neck to see just what she was looking for. His rubbernecking instantly came to a halt once she raised her head and squinted over to him. Marcello merely grinned all the more and let out a soft chuckle before taking her hand into his own and barely kissing her knuckles. It seemed like he’d be able to get away with such a gesture; Úna didn’t act all prudish or cold like some other women he’d met. At the very least, she seemed spirited, happy, and sweet, which was something he could definitely appreciate.
“Marcello Scordato—Call-a me Marco though, if you want.” He leaned against the counter and watched her peruse the forms for a moment. “So-a you’re the one making all the really fanciful arrangements, no? That-a sure takes some skill if-a you ask me—I’m impressed.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he paused for a moment before undoing his apron and unrolling his sleeves back to his wrists, shaking them a bit so they would completely unfurl and let him button them properly at the cuffs. “If-a you’re not up to much, perhaps we-a could chat more over some lunch? I-a was just about to break for it.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 12:22:43 GMT -8
With a swirl of skirts she turned back to the requests after giving Marcello a proper greeting, the faint scent of honeysuckle lingering in the air with every little movement. She was slight, slim, cheery, lips flush from the biting wind and chill that the season brought. Her fingers brushed the papers lightly, fanning them out to briefly get a flavor of each and every one so she could decide on which one to grace with her magic touch.
But what was this? A wedding with lilies? A baby shower with baby's breath and carnations? A funeral with buttery orchids due by tomorrow morning? There was no life in any of these, no pun of any sort meant regarding the funeral. They were just so horridly dull, a cast copy of another which had been copied from another. Why didn't anyone want a bouquet of primrose and mint tied with antique beaded lace? The scent was soft, delicate, and homely, the kind of flowers that one would want to dry your dress in so they could never forget the moment of their magical day. Lilies though? Everyone had lilies, and the more common it was the more likely it was for it to not even be noticed. Scent was crucial, it was why most children felt safe with their mothers she supposed.
She pursed her lips and adjusted her headband a little, having momentarily forgotten Marcello standing there like a cheery little chestnut who had offered her some free food. "I do make some of them so it seems" she chortled "thank you for your complement. I am thinkin' that I could take some time to step out for some. I've a mouth on me." Quickly she brushed down her skirts and offered him her hand, holding it out palm up like it was an elaborate quickstep dance she was asking him to join her in. "I have a fancy for somethin' simple." Her eyes narrowed as she gave a cheery smile, she needed something to distract her anyways as she let her mind wander over to see if there could be anything found in the requests.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2015 12:31:48 GMT -8
Marcello, still leaning against the counter, frowned a bit as the stubborn button of his cuff refused to be fastened, but he tried to push the expression away as his eyes rose to Úna again. It wouldn’t do well to have her catch him frowning for no reason, would it?
For a moment, however, his heart sank, as she twirled back around after the exchange of greetings to fiddle with the papers, seemingly ignoring his request. “Eh, I’ve been snubbed worse,” he shrugged inwardly and continued to try and fix the stupid button on his sleeve(this was one reason why he hated wearing long sleeved shirts like this… he’d much rather be in a short-sleeved button up, but the blasted winter wouldn’t offer him that sort of luxury right now). Regardless, he still watched her for a few moments more, catching a scent of honeysuckle from, what he supposed, was some perfume she was wearing. Still, the small smile hardly left his face and only faltered a bit as a soft mutter and a swear was issued in Ligurian under his breath. Forgetting it for now, he decided to turn around and tend to the register, just to be sure everything added up. It was just his luck that as soon as he laid a finger on the first bill, the little fairy-girl spoke again.
“Some?” he looked over his shoulder at her, grin widening. “Al-a-most all of them save-a for the ones I made seem to have-a been made by your caring hand.” He nodded to her thanks and turned around, shutting the register and locking it properly so that she could have his undivided attention once again. Inwardly, he was quite glad that he hadn’t been fully shirked—how disheartening that would have been on an already cold and dreary day in London.
Marco had to give a little laugh at that wording, however, it wasn’t an expression he’d really heard before, but he gladly took her hand as it was offered to him. “Simple is-a sometimes the best, no?” his fingers wrapped lightly around hers. “I-a was gonna get a sandwhich or-a some soup anyway. Ah--..” the Seborgan looked down to his sleeve for a moment as the open cuff wobbled to and fro. It was something minor, but it was really starting to bug him, and if anything he wanted to at least try and look a bit more put together before he headed out. Holding his hand up, fingers lazily drooping toward his palm, he offered a slightly embarrassed grin. “Um.. do-a you think you could-a give me a hand first? It-a seems to hate me today and I-a just can’t get it fastened…”
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