Meine Liebe drabbles: Scent
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The bathwater is scented with lavender. Orpherus trails his fingers through the water as he hunches down beside the bath and tilts his head slightly to the side, considering the scent.
“Smells like… old books and memories…”
Definitely not an Orpherus soft of fragrance; it’s too smooth, too clean.
Ludwig opens an eye amusedly and peers at Orpherus over the rim of his half submerged brandy glass as he lies in the water. Orpherus continues to frown and wrinkle his nose at the scent.
“Solitude, I believe its meaning should be.”
“What about the folktales?”
“I have Camus for that.”
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The faint scent of rose petals tickles Eduard’s nose as he moves to stand by Orpherus’ side. Orpherus is a dream of petals and perfume, at least until Eduard sneezes.
Roses are… are… Eduard can’t remember any of the meanings only that it’s pink roses that Orpherus prefers. He can never remember the coded symbolism.
“Camus… could you…”
“Put together a bouquet for you?”
Eduard rings his hands. “Please.”
“What sort of a girl are the flowers for?”
“Camus!”
A laugh. “I need to know what’s appropriate.”
“She’s… she’s…”
Camus smiles gently before leaning forward and whispering “He likes lilies.”
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Naoji wrinkles his nose in suspicion as he enters Eduard’s room. The air is more heavily scented with Eduard’s over-brewed tea than usual and when Naoji moves silently towards Eduard’s desk, the other scrambles to hide something he’s been writing.
“You’re not writing poetry are you?” Naoji’s expression conveys just what he thinks of that.
“No! I mean… no, of course not.”
Peering down his nose at Eduard’s arms folded atop the scrap of paper, Naoji snorts dismissively.
“Naoji, what would you-“
“Some sort of cheap wine. That should be enough.”
Eduard stares, scandalised.
“Scotch, if you really love her.”
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Passing a semi-inebriated Orpherus exiting Ludwig’s room, Naoji wonders at the clumsy attempt made to hide a bottle of scotch beneath Orpherus’ cloak.
“Lui, what-“
“Orpherus has an admirer.”
“Oh?” Naoji eyes the vase of lilies by the bed.
“And somebody sent me scotch.”
“You gave it away.”
“I’m not very keen on scotch. You didn’t send it, did you?”
Naoji smirks faintly before he climbs onto the bed, leaning over Ludwig’s prone form.
The ends of Naoji’s hair brush against Ludwig’s face as he leans in close.
“You smell like cigarettes. I wonder if you taste of them too…”
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Lavender (heather) can signify solitude or admiration. According to some folktales inhaling the scent can also permit you to see spirits.
Calla lilies would signify magnificent beauty.
And Eduard seemingly over-brews his English Breakfast tea.
Disclaimer: Meine Liebe belongs to Konami, Yuki Kaori and others.
++++++++++
The bathwater is scented with lavender. Orpherus trails his fingers through the water as he hunches down beside the bath and tilts his head slightly to the side, considering the scent.
“Smells like… old books and memories…”
Definitely not an Orpherus soft of fragrance; it’s too smooth, too clean.
Ludwig opens an eye amusedly and peers at Orpherus over the rim of his half submerged brandy glass as he lies in the water. Orpherus continues to frown and wrinkle his nose at the scent.
“Solitude, I believe its meaning should be.”
“What about the folktales?”
“I have Camus for that.”
++++++++++
The faint scent of rose petals tickles Eduard’s nose as he moves to stand by Orpherus’ side. Orpherus is a dream of petals and perfume, at least until Eduard sneezes.
Roses are… are… Eduard can’t remember any of the meanings only that it’s pink roses that Orpherus prefers. He can never remember the coded symbolism.
“Camus… could you…”
“Put together a bouquet for you?”
Eduard rings his hands. “Please.”
“What sort of a girl are the flowers for?”
“Camus!”
A laugh. “I need to know what’s appropriate.”
“She’s… she’s…”
Camus smiles gently before leaning forward and whispering “He likes lilies.”
++++++++++
Naoji wrinkles his nose in suspicion as he enters Eduard’s room. The air is more heavily scented with Eduard’s over-brewed tea than usual and when Naoji moves silently towards Eduard’s desk, the other scrambles to hide something he’s been writing.
“You’re not writing poetry are you?” Naoji’s expression conveys just what he thinks of that.
“No! I mean… no, of course not.”
Peering down his nose at Eduard’s arms folded atop the scrap of paper, Naoji snorts dismissively.
“Naoji, what would you-“
“Some sort of cheap wine. That should be enough.”
Eduard stares, scandalised.
“Scotch, if you really love her.”
++++++++++
Passing a semi-inebriated Orpherus exiting Ludwig’s room, Naoji wonders at the clumsy attempt made to hide a bottle of scotch beneath Orpherus’ cloak.
“Lui, what-“
“Orpherus has an admirer.”
“Oh?” Naoji eyes the vase of lilies by the bed.
“And somebody sent me scotch.”
“You gave it away.”
“I’m not very keen on scotch. You didn’t send it, did you?”
Naoji smirks faintly before he climbs onto the bed, leaning over Ludwig’s prone form.
The ends of Naoji’s hair brush against Ludwig’s face as he leans in close.
“You smell like cigarettes. I wonder if you taste of them too…”
+++++++++++
Lavender (heather) can signify solitude or admiration. According to some folktales inhaling the scent can also permit you to see spirits.
Calla lilies would signify magnificent beauty.
And Eduard seemingly over-brews his English Breakfast tea.
