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Carol Peletier ([personal profile] dum_spiro) wrote in [community profile] what_wings_dare 2014-10-13 10:50 pm (UTC)

Teleios Flower Event-ish

((From this starter and this event. Action! (heh).))

If they knew her recent experience with flowers, anyone would understand Carol hating them. Wanting to stomp them into the mud. Doing everything possible to avoid the reminder of yellow wildflowers spattered with the blood of a little girl whose only crime was growing up in their world, or bouquets atop twin gravesites. A Cherokee Rose in an empty bottle representing a hope that would soon be ground into dust. But she can't manage it.

Maybe it's the speck of color they bring to a world that always seems to be tinted a dirty red, or a reminder that not everything in the world brings pain. Who knows, it could even be memories of those few, early good times with Ed. Whatever the case, Carol doesn't hate them.

That's why, when she spots a simple but colorful batch of freshcut flowers being handed out on the street, she partakes with a wistful smile. She indulges in a quick sniff, twirling the stem between thumb and finger, before placing it behind her ear. It doesn't even feel morbid. A fleeting joy by definition, though what isn't in her life? Carol may be hardened of necessity and cold when events demand, but part of her is still able to enjoy the little things in life, when she can. And here, now, if she refused, she really would be what Rick thinks of her.

So she walks, and thinks, and even chances a smile. Things are bad -- were bad, but she can survive it. She will.

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