bakerstreet | Flower Shop AU

[ i could see genya having a flower shop or working as a tattoo artist! ]

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[Flowers are nice, sure. But what's much nicer... a cute cashier, of course. A cute cashier that definitely doesn't need to get wrapped up in a certain someone's clutches.

Sarah has no qualms leaning on the counter and propping her elbows up after setting a small succulent on it to buy.]

Hiiii, Gwen, cutie. Suffering the wage slave hours~?

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[Aww, so cute! The bandages have such a unique little charm to them... a labor of love, a little cute clumsiness.

Sarah can't let Peter have her.]

Oooh! Are you teaching it? I could listen to you read a phone book, honestly~

[She'll slide a twenty onto the counter, but only so she could get her hands on Gwen's hand - gently cupping her fingers around the tiny succulent pot, practically shivering from the physical contact.]

Aww... are you being a little reckless, Gwen? You don't want to lose any of these pretty fingers, you should be more careful~

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[That or her debauched brother keeps stealing the gloves, UGH, probably licks them and sniffs them the WEIRDO. Steal a shirt like a normal person.]

Awww.

[Sarah'll delicately lift Gwen's hand, pressing a kiss to the knuckle, near but not on a bandaid. Oops, she got some of her cute pink lipstick on you!]

A kiss to make it better, right? I'll buy you gloves, cutie, I know this place doesn't pay you nearly enough.

[Very cute, very pretty gloves with the words "with love, from Sarah" sewn into them. A sweet (?) little reminder.]

I have lots of space in my kitchen for them all. My kitchen is so cute and so green, now! Do you want to come over and see?

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[FACE PRESSED UP TO A WINDOW. STARING HOLES INTO SARAH'S SOUL.

IF YOU TAKE HER HOME, SARAH, SWEAR TO GOD.]

[SHE KNOWS YOU'RE THERE, STUPID, YOU'RE NOT SUBTLE YOU BIG LUMBERING OX]

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[Aww, poor thing... Sarah's eyes narrow a bit, but she smiles nonetheless, still gently holding Gwen's hand and running her thumb over those cute hard-working fingers. Doesn't really matter that Sarah's been standing here and holding the cute lady at the register's hand for like five minutes... any other customers are completely unimportant, and any other employees are just nuisances.]

When's your shift over, cutie patootie? I'll take you home and treat you to dinner while we chat plants. I'm really proud of my lucky bonsai.

[She knows the financial situation is rocky, but as long as SHE provides for you, Gwen, then HE won't be able to use that over you...]

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Aww, it's not about have to! I adore you, Gwen, I want to spoil you.

[PERFECT. Coming juuuust shy of closing hours was a great idea. Picking up her little succulent and walking to the door to turn the sign... half to help, and half to glance out the window to make sure that Peter's lost his nerve and fucked off into the shadows where that creep belongs.

Straightening the mat at the door, waiting patiently for Gwen, Sarah was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement.]

I can even break out the wine to help unwind after a long day~! You can hang out as long as you like, sugarpea, if you wanna have a little fun getting tipsy with me.

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Oh, Lucy seems nice enough, but I think she's not always available even if she's there, you know what I mean? I've only chatted her up a few times when dropping things off for you.

[Aaah, so that's where those mystery cupcakes came from.

Happily curtsying in a silly show of gratitude, Sarah went through the door and let Gwen lock up before sliding her arm through and locking their elbows together playfully.]

Don't worry too much. I'll take care of you, sweet thing. Your smile will warm up my empty apartment, too.

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[Whaaaat no, she did the SENSIBLE thing and GOT an apartment in town just to be closer! She also isn't escorting Gwen to a fucking hilariously beat up unmarked white panel van - they can easily walk to the complex that Sarah picked.

Gwen leaning into the touch had Sarah's heart fluttering!! So cute, she practically nuzzled back as much as walking would allow.]

I believe it!! I've lived by myself for a while, but I get lonely a lot too. I used to spend most nights at a bar since none of my friends from before live around here.

Y'know, maybe sleepovers are underrated! Even if I haven't worn pajamas since I was in high school.

((OOC HEHEHE won't you be her pretty little birthday present, Gwen?))

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It'll be fun! JUST like high school!

[It really isn't far before Sarah gestures at an apartment complex. It seemed benign enough, with simple landscaping and parking in the back, a regular brick building with porches for each unit.]

Here's my building! I'm on the third floor.

[It's... literally a ten minute walk from Gwen's work........]

[Okay, so he's the tattoo artist next door. Please feel free to have your character be a florist or something else, I'm not a meme purist, let's have fun with it.

For him, he can either be de-serumed post-Endgame, pre-serum, or no serum AU. Castmates and cross canon welcome. Ships ota but gen is also loved!]

[ Have a pre-Prime Mover Sister Imperator selling flowers from the Ministry garden at a little roadside fair. They were fertilized with dead bodies, jsyk. ]

[ Copia looked around in confusion but was becoming accustomed to time and space not following the rules. Ah well. It usually presented intriguing opportunities. The first thing he noticed was how much younger and not pregnant Sister was. Plus she was selling flowers from what he knew as Primo's curiously fertilized garden, and there was no way he was ignoring this opportunity.

He approached with smiles and charm, unsure exactly how to address her. He was dressed in simple priest's robes for the outing but his had the Emeritus 4 papal insignia. He was also forbidden - random driving outings aside - from appearing in public without the full face makeup. So it was clear what his position was even if it was out of place and out of time. How did this keep happening? Ah well, Lucifer's will, he assumed. He did not need time to maintain linear function and its glitches tended to provide useful insight and opportunities. ]

Good afternoon, Sister. A lovely selection you offer.

[ It had been a fairly slow day. There had been one or two buyers, but while plenty had been interested in the dark selection of flowers they offered, not many wanted to decorate their homes with such ominous blossoms.

The Ministry had been without Prime Mover or anti-Pope for several years, and as such, the different branches of the Clergy had taken to all sorts of odd jobs and fundraising methods, from baking Halloween cookies to selling flowers. Sister R̶͖̋E̶̻̅D̷̥̔Ă̷͚C̴̝̈T̶̡́E̸̜͌D̸̹́ was a fairly new Sister of Sin, but had been desirous to help fill their coffers. That was how she found herself outdoors now, praying to Lucifer that more people would see the beauty that these Gothic flowers had to offer.

She looked up in surprise at the priest that had come to visit her stall - no. Not just a priest. A Papa Emeritus. Satan told her that what she was seeing was right, but that was all he said. She looked at him in confusion, her hands clutching the Grucifix sewn upon her habit. ]

Your Dark Excellency. [ She lowered her head in deference. ]

[ An unforced smile at the title as he finds he prefers it. Copia nods in respect as one does to a sister. He will keep the rest to himself. What a rare opportunity he is blessed with. Or perhaps he was sent here for some purpose as he had felt others had been sent to him.

Regardless, he was happy. ] Ah, but none in the selection is as beautiful as you.

[ He quickly realized that if she did not know who he was, his compliment could be taken in different ways. But there wasn't really a way out of that one. ] Eh, apologies. I mean only to say that we are fortunate that yours is the face representing us here.

[ This is not improving, Copia. ] Er, thank you for your devotion, Sister, I'm afraid I must go.

[ And suddenly he is turning with the full intent of relocating himself and figuring out what he is supposed to do being the one suddenly sent to the past out of nowhere. ]

[ Sister R̶͖̋E̶̻̅D̷̥̔Ă̷͚C̴̝̈T̶̡́E̸̜͌D̸̹́ looked at the Papa Emeritus in further confusion as he seemed to stumble upon his words. He had an awkward, earnest sort of charisma to him, and she found herself smiling despite herself. ]

Papa, please -

[ She reached out to touch his cassock, and a strange flash of insight came to her. A Biblical verse. Mark 5:24-34.

Strange how touching the Papa's robe felt like touching Jesus - but to be specific, His dark mirror.

Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and embrace thy plague.

She looked at his back in wonder. ]

[ Oh, how absolutely heartwarming. Or it would be, if his heart still beat. Sisters were selling his flowers? He was taken aback with affection and pride. The sun had descended and so Primo was hoping to catch whatever stalls were still up. The downside of his affliction was he could no longer attend most social activities. He had not expected this, however.

He was all smiles when he approached the vendor selling what he assumed were flowers from his garden, presumably to raise funds for the ministry. He traced a finger along a particularly gothic and prickly flower and eyed the lovely woman selling them, who he did not yet recognize as who she would be, though she did seem vaguely familiar. But of course she did, she was a sister, and he had not yet processed any wibbly wobbly timey wimey shenanigans. In one reality, Nihil was much older than her and she and he were actually of a similar age.

He is also dressed as a normal priest, except he has forsaken any indication that he is currently Papa, besides the obvious bloodline eye, gloves mostly to cover his scarred hands, and facial makeup that was really more a mix of aesthetic and masking his vampiric newly made Nosferatu facial unpleasantries. Worth noting that even so he just seemed older than he was at this state by around ten years, and was not actually ugly by any standards. Yet. His diet and privilege helped minimize this deficiency. He didn't particularly care though, his personality was in the prime of its charm and he was not yet exhausted but rather empowered by his role in singing for audiences to create consensual public ritual for the Morningstar. ]

This black rose is especially lovely, no? They remind me of your conclave. I tend them with devoted admiration. [ Is that a grin at the corner of his painted face? Hmm. ]

[ The young Sister R̶͖̋E̶̻̅D̷̥̔Ă̷͚C̴̝̈T̶̡́E̸̜͌D̸̹́ did not recognize the Papa Emeritus I because Satan had not yet blessed her with claircognizance and she was from a time before the "party" had happened. As such, she thought she was looking up at a priest she had yet to meet; being a newer devotee to the United Clergy of Ghost, there was still much she didn't know, and many people in power she had yet to cross paths with.

Besides, she was fairly certain she'd recognize such a priest - the long, flowing blond hair in contrast to his scarred, but not unattractive face and jagged black and white makeup was eye-catching.

She lowered her head in respect. ] Good evening, Father. Thank you for visiting our flower stall. You're right - I think that the black rose looks particularly beautiful tonight.

[ The beauty of these Gothic blossoms was that they held different mysteries from day to night. By day they were elegant and enigmatic. By night they were pearlescent and seductive.

Sister R̶͖̋E̶̻̅D̷̥̔Ă̷͚C̴̝̈T̶̡́E̸̜͌D̸̹́ thought nothing of the priest saying he tended to the roses. After all, taking care of the gardens was part of all of their duties. ]

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[ He will accept "father" because frankly, whenever he meets an intriguing sister even in a normal setting of time and place, they immediately grovel to him and it changes the interaction to something boring and predictable. And this sister has something about her that makes him desire to prolong it until someone shows up and refers to him as Papa and whisks him away. But also because frankly, he preferred being a "mere" father.

Primo glances around from the corners of his eyes subtly. He also uses his senses to ensure that he has at least some minutes of interaction before this inevitably devolves the way it always does. He doesn't get out as much anymore, and frankly, despite being rather hermetic in nature, he did miss flirting with sisters outside of the context that they had showed up in the chapel to willingly let him feed off of them. They lived, and it was ecstatic for them. For him it was the equivalent of a microwave dinner, but he was not willing to harm those outside of the range of consent. And who was easier than their own willing clergy?

He sniffers the rose and caresses its thorn and leaves it in peace. ] Of course, I enjoy the contrast of colors our garden offers, but I cannot deny a kinship with the black rose. You are not so different from it, I imagine.

[ He does not needs to imagine, it rather goes without saying. But the back and forth of such interaction can tell a lot about a person, and he is curious to see what this sister is inclined to say, without him immediately dominating the conversation or even particularly directing it.

Behind his back he shoos away a ghoul he spots in his periphery and maintains the most controlled and subtle of almost-smiles. ]

[ She once again gave the priest a gracious nod of respect. She was accustomed to all the flirtation within the Ministry - lust, after all, being one of their favorite pastimes. However, she found that she participated in such rituals less than plenty of their Sisterhood. Some of her fellow Sisters of Sin had taken to teasing her about it, but no, she felt that the... other sins were perhaps more her style. As their Mother Superior had told her - she wore Pride and Wrath well. ]

Our similarity is that Lucifer has seen fit to let me grow and blossom in the fertile soil of the Ministry.

[ Sister R̶͖̋E̶̻̅D̷̥̔Ă̷͚C̴̝̈T̶̡́E̸̜͌D̸̹́ had also not been the type to be greedy for compliments on her appearance. She found that if there was something she wanted to be complimented on, it was her work ethic. Her dedication to their faith.

She spotted the Ghoul hovering behind the priest. Hm. Curious. ]

However, I'm happy to report that we've sold some individual flowers and bouquets today. We have some cuttings we've had to discard, but I thought it was a waste, so I fashioned lapels -

[ She brought out a lapel fashioned from black hellbore and some leaves. ]

I thought this would be perfect on your cassock, father - the yellow center reminds me of your hair, if you don't mind me being so bold. May I?

[ She stepped around the stall, gesturing to where she could pin it, if he'd let her. ]

[ Primo was curious - while the clergy was respectful of him and his position, even the sisters addicted to what he needed from them still seemed to struggle with eye contact, slightly unnerved at best. He'd come to learn there was a very intentional irony that led clan Nosferatu to embrace him, rather than many others which one could argue might have made more sense, considering what an alliance with their ministry could provide those condemned to the dark hours which still had to exist among others and make something of their unlives.

Apparently, the first of the Nosferatu was, as a man, incredibly vain - beautiful, almost like an elf prince in modern fantasy. His curse to be hideous was a reminder, and a punishment bestowed by Cain. As the line progressed, some got even uglier, and for most of time they had to hide in tunnels or sewers or among the plagued and leprous. Primo was fortunate, really, but did not miss the point that what he was limited his ability to engage with humanity, a rather important aspect of being Papa. Later shows, indoor venues only, pretending his inhuman aspects were very clever costuming, having to send others to represent him in meetings with leaders of other faiths (they weren't going to believe he was wearing a stage costume while having sincere meetings with them. But at least he was safe to be exactly what he was in the walls and when the sun took a break, the perimeter of their church.

What he noticed was that this sister did not seem phased at all. She did not seem to have had to collect herself or force politeness. This was uncommon, and noted. His unexpressed sense of being somewhat taken aback was entirely repressed until she explained her clever idea so as to not waste flowers and presented the most admittedly perfect lapel he had ever seen.

To those who knew him, it was very telling when his voice carried any sort of softness. The crow's feet at the corner of each eye broadened his smile, though the one at his lips remained very subtle as before. Primo mananged to inherit the height of Nihil's prime, and while wearing black leather gloves, the claws sticking through the ends were, in fact, his. But it amused him to reveal this in a way that stranger's could assume were perhaps some gaudy aesthetic. A lot of things about his condition amused him, if he were honest - a rare trait for a Nosferatu. If one had to be deceased, why shouldn't one let it tickle them? It didn't need to be as dreadful as it was for some, though he realized among kindred he was incredibly blessed with the foundation his human life had set before him. ]

Boldness is always encouraged, Sister. [ His chuckle does not exactly sound sickly, but it does have a raspy sort of airiness to it. As she drew closer he noted that her blood had a hint of something different about it. Perhaps she was not strictly human either? Curiosity intensified. ]

The hellbore is a perfect choice, I am flattered. You have quite an eye. Grazie, Sorella.

[ Sister R̶͖̋E̶̻̅D̷̥̔Ă̷͚C̴̝̈T̶̡́E̸̜͌D̸̹́'s lack of fear had come from a fear of something else, and that was the (thankfully lost) possibility that she would have been just another brick in the wall. She had once been part of the shambling masses - a zombie not by occult means, but by the meat grinder of corporate America. Life from daybreak to midnight had been nothing but preparation to join the gears of capitalism and the so-called American dream, and Sister R̶͖̋E̶̻̅D̷̥̔Ă̷͚C̴̝̈T̶̡́E̸̜͌D̸̹́ had accepted that that was going to be her mindless existence.

Until she received the call.

What was once a tinny, black and white silent film suddenly exploded into a riot of color and music. For once in her life, she was alive.

She didn't even look back. She simply leapt into the arms of Satan.

That was why now, she felt nothing but pride for her work and enjoyment of her present company as she stepped closer to Primo, reaching up to fasten the flower onto his lapel. It looked beautiful beside the Grucifix, and she whispered a soft, ] Lucifer's light. How perfect.

[ There was nothing more she feared now than returning to the life of the barely living, outside of the Ministry. ]

It suits you, Father.

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[ His gloved hand lightly covered hers in a gesture of gratitude as much as connection, and he found himself intoxicated by the foreign smell in her blood, expression betraying a composed ravenous nature that was could very much be interpreted as a sort of leering expression of sexuality if one had not met a nocturnal predator. He closed his bi-colored eyes and stepped aside to peruse her crafted flowers. ]

I am so happy to see them put to this use. What a clever idea. Thank you for making them mean something, preserving their beauty beyond death.

[ Well, that certainly stirred his feelings. He noticed the arrangement of another that immediately struck him as perfect for her. Glancing over, he inquired while taking a particular corsage and daring to glide nearer to the sister again. ]

Ranunculus ficaria, this one compliments you. Ignore the common name, I mean no rude implications. May I? [ A little motion of a hand indicating that he would like to return the adornment. ]

Something to remember me by, in the event that I do not see you again. I am Papa Emeritus il Primo, but I am content to continue being referred to as Father, in whatever limited time I find myself here.

[ Ah, yes. The smell of a witchy woman. There was magic in her, both innate and amplified by her pact with Satan.

She nodded, pleased by the Father's compliment. That was the sort of feedback that she enjoyed hearing. Praise about her intelligence, her resourcefulness, her ingenuity. She occasionally received compliments on her manner of dress when she wasn't in her habit or on her supposed beauty, but that didn't matter in the long run. This, though - using her abilities to their fullest - that was what was important.

Her smile was wry and she nodded. As much as compliments didn't faze her, neither did insults. ]

It would be my honor, Father.

[ She lowered her hands so that he could place the corsage on her chest.

However, her green eyes flicked up to meet his in astonishment when he revealed his identity. Papa Emeritus I. The United Clergy of Ghost had not had a Papa Emeritus seated on the Unholy See for years, but she knew that he wasn't lying. ]

I have been blessed by Lucifer to meet you before your time, Papa. Thank the Morningstar.

[Sauntering Blooms has been open for years now and has a reputation for some of the most beautiful flowers and plants in the city. The owner is long, lean and tends to walk as if having a spine is optional. Prickly as hell, but able to cultivate some incredible plant life.]

[ a theatre major who likes to frequent the shops just to look at the flowers, mostly, dreaming of the day she gets a bouquet herself (as a lead, of course) ]

[Is this Victorian London flower shop a front for the Lord of Crime's operations? Yes. Can you get a lovely bouquet from here? Also yes.]

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