Angel Breath Flowers の小説・ストーリー

"I thought you'd have a lot of privilege with everything you have from your father. You really haven't learned much, Ace." Ace let out a short breath. He didn't seem to like Angela's presence in front of him. But in the next second, Ace walked over. He sat on a chair directly opposite Angela, with a square table separating them. The room wasn't big, so Ace could smell the roses, orchids and Bougainville from his mother's perfume. It was an expensive perfume, Ace could guess from the distinctive and hard-to-find aroma. His mother loved flowers. She even knew the names of flowers from all over the world, and represented her love of flowers in her own perfumes.

“Same-sex love and devotion.” “And this one? What is it for?” He reached out to the delicate purple flower, and, despite herself, she pulled it back before he could touch the bloom. He raised his eyebrow. “Aislen?” “Aconite,” she explained. “Also known as wolfsbane.”

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

That was where I had taken Angel on her first run. "Remember those beautiful, purple flowers that grew there that didn't smell like anything? Well, since I haven't gone to school in over a week, I was able to do some research, and they're called Moonshine flowers. I think the rogues are making a spray out of them to hide their scents." "Fuck, why didn't I think of that?" Jalen hissed. This made me hate myself more. We had access to these flowers the entire time. I could've hidden Angel's scent as soon as I knew they were after her and they would have never taken her from me.

Frowning, I analyzed my invoices, but didn’t see anything similar to these. “Oh, those are Angelica flowers.” I turned to see the girl I had talked to outside the kitchen the other night, Madelyn. ”I don’t think we ordered these.” I knitted my brow, flipping through my papers. ”They’re a traditional aphrodisiac.” Madelyn said, “They’re often added to bouquets at romantic events like this one. They’re supposed to bring good mating luck.” ”I didn’t know that.” I sighed. There was so much I was learning, but stuff like this made me painfully aware of the gaps in my knowledge.

Luke lifted my soaked golden hair, making 'spend the night' sound extremely suggestive. What do you want? I gestured in resignation. "You're good at using herbs, aren't you? I want you to give Henry some Enchanting Flowers." I frowned. Enchanting Flowers were pink flowers emitting an alluring fragrance containing a charm element, capable of arousing desire and emotions in humans. Not lethal, but it would certainly embarrass Henry. Sorry, I don't have the herb you mentioned. I replied with gestures. "Huh, then what do you have? If it satisfies me, I might let you go."

”The name of the flower is Augblood Bloom, which is said to be effective in rejuvenating one’s blood. It’s effective in making an older person younger by seven to eight years upon consumption. “The starting bid is $300,000.” As soon as Eira’s voice faded, a middle-aged man who looked a little over 50 years old raised his bidding paddle. “$380,000!” “410,000!” Someone bided. Zachary asked softly, “Are you interested in getting that?”

”The name of the flower is Augblood Bloom, which is said to be effective in rejuvenating one’s blood. It’s effective in making an older person younger by seven to eight years upon consumption. “The starting bid is $300,000.” As soon as Eira’s voice faded, a middle-aged man who looked a little over 50 years old raised his bidding paddle. “$380,000!” “410,000!” Someone bided. Zachary asked softly, “Are you interested in getting that?”

I’m not sure how I’d feel about that. “Hi, Pop-pop.” “Hey, Angel. How are you?” “I’s ok.” “That’s good.” “Are you going on a date or something?” I asked him. “What? No. I can't go on one if I'm not interested in anyone.” “Then who are the flowers for?” “They’re your favourite so it should be obvious.” “What’s the catch?'“ “Nothing because they’re not from me. They’re from Alex.” “They are?” “Yes. He was here while you were sleeping.”

I tell her, before she finishes wasting her breath on something that just isn't going to happen, "I can't go in there and I can't ever buy you flowers unless I have them ordered online and you make sure you keep them away from me. I'm allergic, I don't think you want to deal with my sneezing all day." Angelique doesn't bother to hide how much this disappoints her, as if a bucket with a bunch of flowers is the best thing she could ever get. As if it's not just a dumb gesture because the only thing you can do with a bouquet or an arrangement is to leave it somewhere in your house for the flowers to slowly die. It has no use and I'm not going to put myself in discomfort for something of such li