[ Well, he'd certainly started out with every intention of putting together a traditional flower arrangement for the contest, his selection of blooms (large, fragrant blossoms of dahlia and peony in shades of peach interspersed with the more delicate shape of lily of the valley) an homage to vast gardens which had banked his childhood home: a chateau—his father's private estate—where he'd enjoyed every luxury save for ...family.
Surrounded by beautiful things, he'd been alone.
But oh, such is not the case in the here and now where he'd caught sight of a friend; of Adrian, who so happened to be perusing the work of other students and contestants both. How could Solange have possibly resisted beckoning his upperclassmen first with a smile, then with an excited tug upon the hand? And shortly thereafter, with Adrian at his side, Sol's work had changed, his arrangement of flowers manifest as--...
With all the grace he uses to play the violin, his fingers dancing upon the strings, he weaves the stems of the blossoms into place, completing its circlet shape, and so too the headpiece. But... there's still one problem, isn't there? ]
Adrian? [ Blinking up at his friend, Sol's smile becomes a bewitching, mischievous thing. ] May I ask you to bend down, upon one knee?
wildcard!
Surrounded by beautiful things, he'd been alone.
But oh, such is not the case in the here and now where he'd caught sight of a friend; of Adrian, who so happened to be perusing the work of other students and contestants both. How could Solange have possibly resisted beckoning his upperclassmen first with a smile, then with an excited tug upon the hand? And shortly thereafter, with Adrian at his side, Sol's work had changed, his arrangement of flowers manifest as--...
A crown of flowers.
With all the grace he uses to play the violin, his fingers dancing upon the strings, he weaves the stems of the blossoms into place, completing its circlet shape, and so too the headpiece. But... there's still one problem, isn't there? ]
Adrian? [ Blinking up at his friend, Sol's smile becomes a bewitching, mischievous thing. ] May I ask you to bend down, upon one knee?