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~ Flowers of My Heart ~

In which an exchange of flowers amuses Aster so much.

~•~

Insufferable.

If Vil has to describe Aster in one word, he'd say that he's insufferable.

The man has no regard for rules nor does he adhere to it for long. He dances to the beat of his own drums without much of a care for the world around him. He may be intellectual and charming, but his habit of getting on people's nerves makes you forget about those initial traits quite often.

Vil still cannot comprehend how Aster is blood related to his former dorm leader. Ryllis is so organized and well-mannered, the complete opposite of his long haired brother.

" What are you doing?" The dorm leader sighs, shaking his head in disbelief at the sight.

Aster peeks an eye open upon hearing Vil's voice, a smirk gracing his lips when he sees his royal purple gaze staring down at him. He remains on the grass, comfortable under the glass dome of the Botanical Garden. The sunlight peering through the glass illuminates his amber eyes that hold a mischievous gaze.

" Relaxing. You should try it"

" I'd gladly do so if it does not involve me laying down on the dirty grass"

Vil rolls his eyes at the chuckle at Aster lets out. The Scarabian male grunts as he sits, his body turning to directly look at Vil.

" Well, I guess I'm not really relaxing, more like waiting" He says.

" For what?" Vil asks, quite curious, to which Aster responds with a smirk. He moves his knee up and rests his elbow on it

" How do you know it's not a who?" He grins as he lets his chin rest on his palm.

" I'm waiting for you"

Vil rolls his eyes again, which makes Aster laugh once more.

" I'm kidding. I'm waiting for my rose to bloom" Aster says as he stands up, brushing off any dust or grass that clung to him.

" As they say, a watched pot never boils" Vil starts to say as he watches Aster adjust his lab coat.

" Plus, knowing you, you're one to get bored easily" He adds.

" Aww, you know me well" Aster teases with a smirk, and yet again, Vil rolls his eyes.

" Keep rolling those pretty eyes and you'll lose them, Schoenheit" He snickers.

Pretty, he said.

At least he knows what's true, Vil thinks to himself.

" Anyway, it's not a normal rose. It ain't the kind you see blossoming in Heartslabyul. Or at least, it was" The young detective starts to explain.

" I did some experiments, and if I did them right, then I'll be rewarded with a pleasant sight" He grins.

It's almost contagious how Aster grins. His enthusiasm for experiments, whether they may be scientific or sometimes even psychological, never ceases to exist. Through the three years that Vil had known Aster, not once had he seen the man's passion for testing hypotheses die down.

" Why don't you come see it? I'm sure you'll be able to put in a good critique given your expertise" Aster offers with a smile.

" I fear for what's to come" Vil mutters, eliciting a soft chuckle from his fellow third year student.

" Relax, I didn't do anything drastic" The male reassures.

" Heck, I'm sure you'll even like what you see" At that statement, Vil raises a brow.

" May I remind you that I have standards for things, Aster" He says.

" Yes yes, not many can meet them, I know" Aster shrugs, but then he winks.

" But it doesn't hurt to try now, does it?"

Vil huffs, but nonetheless, he finds it quite amusing. He crosses his arms over his chest, looking at Aster with a stern expression.

" Alright then, I'll indulge in your curiosities for now"

Aster grins widely at Vil's words. He rests his hands behind his neck, turning around to face a path that leads further into the garden.

" Well then, fairest queen, follow my lead"

As they walk, Aster grins at the sound of Vil's heels clicking against the stone path. The male finds it relaxing, but not as much as its wearer's presence.

It's odd and ironic, he thinks. Weren't they acting like enemies days ago? Aster still remembers he dislikes how much Vil likes to take control like his older brother does, but doesn't it come and go? At least, right now, Vil doesn't act that way...

" Keep visiting dreamland and you'll trip, Aster" He hears Vil sigh, snapping him out of his thoughts. Aster huffs, but then smirks.

" I knew it, you're worried about me~"

Aster laughs as Vil clicks his tongue.

" It was ingrained upon me to do just that. Your brother left me with no choice but to do so" Vil tells him.

" So? Ryllis isn't here anymore, and it's not like I like having you around me like a vulture either" Aster sighs, which earns him a look from the dorm leader.

" You are a hazard to others, as if I can let you off like a wild dog"

" Ouch, a wild dog out of all things?" Aster turns back to look at Vil with a pout.

" I would've gone with something nicer if you hadn't compared me to a vulture" The blond retorts.

" Ah" Aster mutters. He then shrugs, smiling as he does.

" Fair point I suppose" He chuckles.

" Seriously though. You don't need to keep watching over me like Ryllis wanted you to do. Even if I still struggle sometimes, I'm fine on my own. Besides, you don't want this either, right?"

Does he?

Vil can't help but ponder upon it.

There was never a dull moment with him around, was there?

" Anyway, we're here!" Before Vil could even reach to a conclusion, Aster stops in front of a clearing.

" Isn't this area only to be utilized by Science Club members?" Vil asks Aster, his gaze turning serious as the Scarabian male laughs.

" Professor Crewel gave me a pass" Aster tells him as he motions the Pomefiore dorm leader to follow him.

Soon, Vil finds himself standing in front of a table with a flower vase on top. Indeed, there was a rose that have yet to bloom, it's petals still closed in a bud. Aster was right too, this was no ordinary rose.

The entire structure of the flower appear to be made of crystals.

" This rose looks far too fragile to be a Rosa Chrysalis. What is it?" Vil leans down to look at the plant up close.

" I told you, it was an ordinary rose. Yet with a little science and magic, it turned into something more than that" Aster explains with a grin. He grabs a chair and sits beside the table, watching as Vil examines the flower.

" If you're going to sit, at least do it properly" Vil reprimands, not even glancing at the male.

" Eh~? Come on..." Aster whines.

" How did you even do this?" The dorm leader asks as he gently touches a leaf, now looking at the male with him.

" Figure it out yourself" Aster smirks, which earns him a frown from Vil.

" Come now~ don't go getting frown lines on that beautiful face now"

" In the case I do get frown lines, you are all to blame"

Aster can't help but laugh at that, even as Vil sends him a stern look. In his fit of laughter, Aster doesn't notice the way the dorm leader's expression softens just a little when the afternoon sunlight shines on his face.

" Oh?" Aster tilts his head, looking at the rose.

" Now there's two beautiful things in here"

Vil turns back at the rose, and his eyes widen when he finds that it's blooming. As the crystal petals slowly start to unfurl, the afternoon sun greets it's awakening with its shine that the petals reflect so beautifully. A myriad of colors fill the surface of the table where the pot sits, illuminating the space before Vil.

" See? I told you you'd like it"

Aster smiles when he sees Vil's expression. Of course, the fairest queen would have a penchant for beauty. His royal purple eyes hold awe for the flower, it's obvious and undeniable.

" It's... Beautiful..."

" Like me?"

" As if"

As insulting as it was, it's comical to Aster how quick Vil's response was, he can't help but laugh loudly.

" You know you can have that, right?" He tells the dorm leader, who looks at him.

" What kind of a trick is this?" Vil mutters.

" Don't paint me to be a bad guy all the time now" The long haired male sighs.

" Look, I only wanted to see if the combination of potions and spells I used would yield me the results I wanted, and it did. However, because of that, this flower's fragility has increased, but so has its life span" Aster begins to explain.

" Such beautiful result of curiosity would wither in the extreme heat if I take it back to Scarabia with me, and who knows what kind of force would disturb the plant and possibly ruin its elegance?" He ends with a shrug.

Aster takes a glance at the rose before his gaze rests on Vil once more.

" Pomefiore has a decent environment where the flower will undoubtedly thrive in. Other than that, I'm sure your fellows would do more gawking than touching when they see this"

He's not entirely wrong, Vil thinks to himself as he looks back at the plant.

" And before you compare me to those Octavinelle folks!" Aster huffs loudly.

" No, I'm not expecting something in return" He sighs.

" Don't go putting words on my mouth now" Vil says as he straightens his posture, looking down at Aster who remains in his seat, looking up at the blond with a blank expression.

" I will admit, it is indeed beautiful" He confesses, his tone now soft.

" I will also say I did not expect such a thing from you. You truly unpredictable, Aster"

" In a good way?" Aster asks as he quirks a brow, now smiling. At that, Vil scoffs playfully.

" Perhaps"

Aster couldn't help but chuckle at that.

" Well, good or bad, that's not gonna stop me from making more experiments" He says as he stands up, stretching his arms as he looks at Vil.

" Seems like I'll just have to impress you more to get you to look at me in a positive light then" He snickers, which makes the Pomefiore student smirk.

" Oh? I see you like to challenge yourself too. Go on then, do what you like"

" I will, I always do"

~•~

" Monsieur Fleur, bonjour!"

" Not now Rook" Aster grumbles as he slumps in his seat. A book rests on top of his head, covering his eyes from the bright golden light of the morning sun. More grumbles erupt from his throat when Rook removes the book.

" I come bearing gifts, monsieur" The archer smiles eagerly, and in a way, teasingly.

" I swear to the Sevens, if it's another carcass, I am not in the mood for dissection" Aster sighs, resting his scarred cheek on his palm.

" Non non, tis not from moi" Rook grins.

This catches Aster's attention, who finally sits up straight. He looks at his friend expectantly, now curious of the gift.

Rook can't help but chuckle at Aster's expression. He's just as excited as the detective is, perhaps even more giddy than he is. The blond takes a step to the side, revealing the gift to the long haired male.

" I'm sure you know who sent it~" Rook grins.

Aster's eyes widen at the sight. There on the ground lies a square flower pot that contains aster and iris flowers. They're not the ordinary ones like the ones in his mother's garden, no, they were made of crystal, just like the rose he made days ago.

If not for the flowers itself, then it's the purple ribbon that wrapped around the pot that contained a familiar scent that gave Aster an idea of who the sender was.

" That bastard..." Aster laughs, hoisting the pot up in his arms as he examines the flowers with glee.

" He did figure it out!"

~•~

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