of course it was him , it’s a personal failing of Elias’s that he’s still breathing . he’s on his way , he’ll run her a bath and hold her till she’s feeling better .

Only minutes after hearing what happened he’s arrived at ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝕸𝘪𝘴𝘵 .’s shop. The bell ringing as he rushes inside and immediately runs behind the counter to find his florist, worry all across his face. “ ‘thia — ”

he’s dropping down to his knees so he’s at eye level with her, his calloused hand reaching out to gently caress her face, wiping away a tear. What happened? He was going to kill him. tear his throat out. “ it’s okay , it’s okay I’m here now . ”

Only opening the door a crack, not knowing it’s her as he holds his gun in his hand out of sight, only relaxing once he saw it was her. “ ‘thia ? ”

Elias’s gaze lands on Cynthia and stays there as he takes a step back to give her space to pull out what food she had prepared for them. Another nervous chuckle leaves his lips, “ I’ve killed a few . . . I never kept flowers before I met you , no idea what I’m doing . ”

His smile grew when he was assured he had been doing well, proud of himself for managing to take semi good care of his new plant children. He took the plate, smiling at her. “ didn’t want to be alone tonight ? ”

He’s smiling like an idiot, even blushing at her words. “ missed me? I stopped by your shop earlier today , ‘thia . ” silently asking her if this meant she wanted more than just flower shop small talk.

His smile only grew, his hand reaching out to gently rest upon her knee, squeezing gently. “ I won’t ever make you eat alone again , I offer you my companionship whenever you desire it . ” his accent coming out especially with these words.

Elias wasn’t dumb, he really wasn’t, but he was so enamored and infatuated with the florist he hadn’t a brain cell to spare to question all the flowers suddenly filling her hair. “ I promise , I’d promise you anything ‘thia . ”

If it was possible for Elias to blush any harder, he was. He worked so hard to hide his accent, keep it hidden under layers of indistinguishable boring accents, somehow she always pulled it out of him. “ what accent ? ” he laughed nervously.

He’d watch her with a smile, unable to take his eyes off of her. She really was something different, someone different “ Well I’m definitely not from anywhere nearly as beautiful as you are ” He asked, trying to deflect as he smiled at her, getting a bite ready on his fork.

Elias smiled, but it seemed strained as he shook his head and shrugged. “ I’d have to have had a real home to have found it beautiful . ” He explained, for once his eyes looking anywhere other than Cynthia.

/ this acc isn’t dead, just terrible at keeping up with all of my accs

He’s walking into ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝕸𝘪𝘴𝘵 .’s shop, a box of macaroons in his hands.

The smile that broke out across his face at the sight of his favorite florist was massive. He held out the box of colorful pastries. “ I saw this at a bakery down the road , I thought it would be a shame to not share them with the prettiest girl I know . ”

Sure that was a line he’d definitely used before, but this was the first time he said it and truly meant it. “ I’m not a liar , ‘thia . ” He said with a teasing smile, leaning in closer as she smiled down at her, almost as if he was to kiss her, only to pull away.