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#I have Dsygraphia and English wakes up a chooses violence against me everyday
anironwitch · 5 months
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I am posting a short part of my fic: Some aftercare after Valentines day. In the attempts to finish this fic, this year. (OCPD and Dsygraphia make writing fics and my confidence a bitch.)
Here's a 270 word ficlet of a Florist and Tattoo Palour Ironwitch AU:
Valentine's Day is always a busy period for a flower shop.
This is THE peak holiday after the winter solstice and other holidays, with the shift from cuetlaxochitl, mistletoe, and holly to the invasion of roses soaking everything in the shop. Luckily, there were early commissions that kept the fridge. 
All filled to the brim and prepared to fend off anyone with a slight pollen allergy.
 Though some of the customers can be vexing, especially the walk-ins, it was always fun to see the regulars. 
The elementary school students clinging to their parents while buying flowers for their teachers, someone surprising their partner or friend with flowers, someone buying flowers for them themselves, and the plant parent collecting a new child.
Valentine's Day was busy in the tattoo parlor.
G O D S, there was a policy of no walk-ins her apprenticeship taught her that.. At the start of the month, there were appointments for the month, especially for Saints' Day. So she had a list of her work for the month set. In keeping with the holiday, it was usually a bombardment of roses, hearts, and "I love yous." There was the occasional inside joke and the cover-ups of an old lover's name.
As the month rolled on, both of them faded into the backstage crew to keep the holiday running as the influx of hearts and roses the question always came up.
"What are we doing for Valentine's Day?”
It was a natural question to ask, but honestly to avoid the nonstop reminder of work of someone who was in the thick of it,
 Until this year.
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