jeremiahofphilo

[jeremiahofphilo]

💚 - hi Jeremiah, let's see what you've got,

-👸🏽

If I were to plant a garden, I’d put your smile in every flowerbed!

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Send a 💚 in for a cheesy line

[jeremiahofphilo]

💚 - show me what u've got, Jer

Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me, Petal?

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Send a 💚 in for a cheesy line

[jeremiahofphilo]

Send me a 💚 and my muse will respond with a random cheesy pickup line.

[jeremiahofphilo]

"Of the top of my head? Not always, besides, flower meanings only matter as much as the person who means them. What kinds do you like, or do you think he'll like? That matters almost more than the meanings."

Jeremiah twirled and handed a marigold over to her. "These are used in some regions and religions as funeral flowers. But to my late partner? Her favorite. She had them everywhere. Don't be afraid to mix it up if you think it's going to work."

For a moment, he ponders and glances her over, then begins to think it sounds awfully a lot like Xavier.

"You're in the right place, Alma. How about... forget-me-nots? Add some white roses which are great for saying sorry, and we'll add a spring of baby's breath for some sincerity." Quickly he assembled a handful "sample" and handed it to her. "If he's into astronomy, my friend helped me pick these out, they're star shaped wands, you can add one to the bouquet for effect. What do you like about him? He must mean a lot to you if you're going out of your way to apologize."

As much as he tried not to pry with his customers, for this case he was morbidly curious about a few details lining up too well. It's a shame he knew Xavier was too busy to help at the shop today.

The streets of Linkon were busy as they always are, after all it was a day like many others. Dozens of people passed by every minute, polished suitcases in hand, some going in for a last minute gift while others completely ignored the existence of the small business to the point where their pointy shoes threatened to knock down some vases of hydrangea.

After the mob of office workers eventually died down, a petite person stepped silently out of the remaining crowd. Their appearance was extremely average: dark brown hair that looked like they hadn't met a brush in weeks, tired eyes of that same shade and a skin pale like paper that made their eyebags seem painted on them by watercolors. The hoodie and shorts that they were wearing just added to their anonymity: the figure was so simple it almost made them stand out, something that it appeared they wanted to avoid at all costs.

They held their body as if they were bracing themselves for something no one saw except them, yet their expression told a completely different story: their gaze was fixated on some star-shaped flowers inside the shop, a small, anxious but curious pout on their face, barely visible, as they mentally debated on what to do next. Should they go in ..? But they've never been there ...

[-🖤]

Jeremiah was busy about his day, tending to floral orders and sending deliveries out. In spite of the cool interior, sweat beads form on his forehead.

In his hands is a large watering can, large enough to require two hands. He heads out the door to water the plants in desperate need of attention along his storefront and nearly collides with the figure standing there.

"Oh! Sorry, Miss. On your way in? I'll be able to help in just a second. If you're picking up an order, you can head in to the counter."

[jeremiahofphilo]

"Is that soooo?"

Glancing down briefly at the rose again, he gave her hand a last squeeze before giving them a proper distance again, not just for her sake but for his.

Come on, save the romantics for the date, Jer.

"I've been thinking about it a little bit. I know that evol of yours is good for fixing things but... you definitely know how to shatter a guy's heart everytime you walk out my door." He laughed. "Then you fix it right up walking in again. I guess I should have asked sooner. But, I'm glad you feel good about it too." The feelings out in the open left him feeling exhilarated and exposed at the same time. To ease the nerves, he pulls another flower out of a vase to fiddle with mindlessly.

"Since it'll be your day off, we can do something relaxing. There's a crafts and drinks event in Linkon square coming up. Or we could head to a cafe? What's your game?"

Pots and Petals

[Closed with @aethercore-seeker]

It started small. A truly grateful text, a link to a playlist, some banter here, some more messages there. Every now and then she'd pop into the shop. A shy brush of the hands, a lingering conversation that he didn't want to end.

It wasn't long before Jeremiah was restless. And hopelessly in over his head.

The flowers he gave her were bigger each time. And then with his heart beating in his ears and his palms sweaty, one day, he pulled out a single bright red rose and slipped it to her in the store.

"Nymeria... Hey." And he pulls his apron off and draws a little closer. "I've been thinking maybe it's time for us to get out of the store for a bit? Hm? Do you think maybe I could take you out sometime?"

[jeremiahofphilo]

"Myself? Well, if you count planting catnip."

Jeremiah shrugged and adjusted one of the vases of flowers into a corner where his lounge chair was.

Carefully he inspects and begins to assess the space and the things that Xavier himself was growing. The man had also quietly been tending to things, much of which he had recognized as favorites of hers as much as his. It was well-tended, as always.

"Look, flowers aren't permanent. It's about the effect. Imagine her eyes lighting up, the sudden surprise! Add some string lights! You'll be her hero, and better than the Lumiere kind. Annnd sure I'll bring something that'll last a bit longer. For a price." He shrugged, hands on his hips as is already pleased. Then he looks serious again.

"Not everything has to be for the long term, Xavier. It's not waste if it's loved."

Another tilt of the head while he pretends to be scrutinizing a rose. "Besides, these are leftovers. Do you know how many weddings I've had this month? I had 6 this week. And 3 were on the same day! There's plenty more where this came from. It's already been paid for. I'd just prefer it go to better use. Deal?"

"Hey Xav~i~er~!" Jeremiah chirped, and the cadence should mean imitating a certain lady in their lives. He sets down a crate of flower buds in front of his friend, hazel eyes sparkling with unspoken mischief. "I have an idea! Hear me out. What if, you cover her entire balcony with flowers?"

"So, for your flower sales."

It's the first thing he says, deliberately ignoring the sing-song tone he's more familiar with otherwise, but he steps back and allows Jeremiah to show off the flower buds. And though his words had seemed harsh, there's no bite in the way that he says them. Xavier's gaze holds a certain curiosity in them as he leans in to inspect the crate of flowers. He doesn't mean it that way.

"Did you get new stock? Her balcony is big... It might still need more than just this."

He pauses. Turns. There's suspicion in his eyes then, and he regards Jeremiah with a careful gaze and a tilt of his head. But it's good-natured, in a sense, and his voice softens when he speaks again.

"You really do like decorating things with flowers."

It's a distant memory.

Xavier doesn't mean to bring it up so suddenly, but it dawns on him then just how much time has passed. Jeremiah's shop is no longer covered in the same overload of marigolds that it had been when they'd met again. It's more colorful now—and it feels more like him.

"I hope you've been doing things for yourself, too," he adds.

And then he steps aside, head turning and quiet footsteps walking through the other flowers his friend had set up on display. "It's a nice idea."

"But she gets a lot of missions. Sometimes neither of us are home. Do you have flowers that are lower maintenance?"

[jeremiahofphilo]

Oh I'm sorry, did I interrupt your sulking?

I wasn't sulking. But if it looks like I am now, then I wonder what's changed in my immediate environment.

*Stares pointedly at Jeremiah*

[jeremiahofphilo]

Rhubarb Chiffon Cake

[jeremiahofphilo]

"I-... whoa easy there."

"At ease, Commander." It slips. He's so used to it. Used to this in a way she could never realize. Partly it adds to the frustration, that he can't just let it go.

And did she say... locked up?

"Locked up!? Where? By what? Ever?" At the last word his voice darkens.

Not that he didn't believe her. If she said she already took care of it and gave a piece of her mind? He believed that much, because she really could be scary when intending to be.

But right now? All he felt was concern and on top of all of it- now there's love. So much love. It's different and it twists him, knots in him in unfamiliar ways. He could be calm about it, and all he wants to do is wrap his arms around her. Make her laugh again. In the past, it was always reassurance, always some way to let her know she was doing things right.

Right now he felt like maybe he was saying she did things... wrong.

Damn it. That look in her eyes.

He knows she would be upset were it reversed. He'd seen that before, too. He wants to remark, but refrains, subtle regret building while she continues.

"Yeah, I know, I know... I know." He practically yanks her into another embrace and lets out the exhale he feels he'd been holding, stroking her hair while he just takes her in for another moment. Warm, familiar. In his arms. In one piece.

"Let's go upstairs. I'll get your things. I want to hear more about this. You better not leave anything out."

And as he moves to grab her luggage and accessories and start tugging them along to his apartment upstairs, he gives one more look that says he's not upset- not in the way she might think- even if the words don't come out. Maybe they could later.

Instead, "Ok, Princess, what do you want to drink?"

— &&. ciel de rose.

closed rp with @jeremiahofphilo.

When she arrives back in Linkon, the chillier air of Skyhaven is no longer present. Stepping off the train meant exposure to a warmer sort of air, and for the colder temperature that she'd gotten used to, it's enough for her to shrug off her jacket and neatly tie it around her waist.

Her suitcase drags.

The station is as busy as it always is, but it feels quiet—as far as she knows, the wheels of her suitcase could echo as loud as they wanted to in her head. The exit isn't too far away, neither the streets of Linkon that she well considers home, and she glances at her phone.

Several texts and calls that she has yet to answer.

And she feels bad, she does. Due to certain circumstances, she'd already extended her stay at Skyhaven for a couple of days, of course people would be concerned. But... she still doesn't know how much she's allowed to say. The most contact she's had the past few days was with the Association, and even then there were things she couldn't disclose—certainly not in the environment she'd been in, no less.

There's a bitter taste in her throat. She swallows it down with a crinkle of her nose, an act of pure refusal to even think about what had happened the past few days. She'd done enough of that on the train ride here. The little coupon that Caleb had snuck in remained folded neatly in her handbag, but there was absolutely no way she was going to give in that easily.

Instead, even though she knew she'll probably never hear the end of it from him for all the calls she hadn't returned, she already knows the very well the first person she wants to see—

The cab pulls up in front of a very familiar flower shop, and she couldn't care less that she hadn't bothered to drop her things off at her apartment before coming here.

The usual bell rings as she pushes open the door, and the sight of those signature messy curls of his immediately bring ease to her heart.

"Ahem! Excuse me, sir, any chance you might have some tulips laying around?" she walks over to the counter, leans against it. "Preferrably maybe white ones? Like, y'know, 'cause... Sorry?"

Her smile turns sheepish. "Heeeyy, 'Miah. Surprise! I'm... back?"

[jeremiahofphilo]

"Uh huh." Now he was smiling, too brightly to contain, the type of smile that may as well have been a confession itself, the syrupy stupid smile that made him feel a few hundred years younger and a lot dumber.

Tenderly he curled his fingers around her hand holding the rose and pulled her a little closer to let the rose be the only distance between them.

"I've been thinking about you nonstop and I think you're wonderful. Is that cool?"

Now a resounding meow interrupted him and he cleared his throat to look at the perpetuator rubbing against her leg.

"Hellebore! Ahem.... he says he, uh... likes you a lot," He laughed, holding his breath to look at her again and give a nod. "He might get that from me. But don't worry... I promise it'll be just us."

Pots and Petals

[Closed with @aethercore-seeker]

It started small. A truly grateful text, a link to a playlist, some banter here, some more messages there. Every now and then she'd pop into the shop. A shy brush of the hands, a lingering conversation that he didn't want to end.

It wasn't long before Jeremiah was restless. And hopelessly in over his head.

The flowers he gave her were bigger each time. And then with his heart beating in his ears and his palms sweaty, one day, he pulled out a single bright red rose and slipped it to her in the store.

"Nymeria... Hey." And he pulls his apron off and draws a little closer. "I've been thinking maybe it's time for us to get out of the store for a bit? Hm? Do you think maybe I could take you out sometime?"

[jeremiahofphilo]

Amy Young: Hydroponic Solar Garden (2005)

[jeremiahofphilo]

“ thoughts on mint chocolate chip? The answer is suuuuuper important…” - @aethercore-seeker

"Why... do I feel like this is a trap."

He shrugged and looked up thoughtfully. "It's cool and refreshing, but the chocolate has to be the right kind. Most times it feels like an unnecessary flavorless additive but the right brand, and the right kind... It's not too bad. Why- please don't tell me you're breaking up with me over this please."

[jeremiahofphilo]

"Flowers are good for a lot of reasons," he chirped, setting the can down in the shade and beckoning for her to follow while he headed through the door.

"People use them a lot to say all sorts of things. I think if it's from the heart, all you can do is put it out there. And then it's up to them how they receive it, don't you agree?"

Jeremiah inclined his head and gestures to a few arrangements behind him. "So. What'll it be, Miss? I'm Jeremiah, if you have any questions."

The streets of Linkon were busy as they always are, after all it was a day like many others. Dozens of people passed by every minute, polished suitcases in hand, some going in for a last minute gift while others completely ignored the existence of the small business to the point where their pointy shoes threatened to knock down some vases of hydrangea.

After the mob of office workers eventually died down, a petite person stepped silently out of the remaining crowd. Their appearance was extremely average: dark brown hair that looked like they hadn't met a brush in weeks, tired eyes of that same shade and a skin pale like paper that made their eyebags seem painted on them by watercolors. The hoodie and shorts that they were wearing just added to their anonymity: the figure was so simple it almost made them stand out, something that it appeared they wanted to avoid at all costs.

They held their body as if they were bracing themselves for something no one saw except them, yet their expression told a completely different story: their gaze was fixated on some star-shaped flowers inside the shop, a small, anxious but curious pout on their face, barely visible, as they mentally debated on what to do next. Should they go in ..? But they've never been there ...

[-🖤]

Jeremiah was busy about his day, tending to floral orders and sending deliveries out. In spite of the cool interior, sweat beads form on his forehead.

In his hands is a large watering can, large enough to require two hands. He heads out the door to water the plants in desperate need of attention along his storefront and nearly collides with the figure standing there.

"Oh! Sorry, Miss. On your way in? I'll be able to help in just a second. If you're picking up an order, you can head in to the counter."

[jeremiahofphilo]

Pots and Petals

[Closed with @aethercore-seeker]

It started small. A truly grateful text, a link to a playlist, some banter here, some more messages there. Every now and then she'd pop into the shop. A shy brush of the hands, a lingering conversation that he didn't want to end.

It wasn't long before Jeremiah was restless. And hopelessly in over his head.

The flowers he gave her were bigger each time. And then with his heart beating in his ears and his palms sweaty, one day, he pulled out a single bright red rose and slipped it to her in the store.

"Nymeria... Hey." And he pulls his apron off and draws a little closer. "I've been thinking maybe it's time for us to get out of the store for a bit? Hm? Do you think maybe I could take you out sometime?"

[jeremiahofphilo]

omg hello!! I love your dividers!! could I request some nature inspired dividers? I’m thinking like… wood elf vibes… tysm 🥹💖

hello there!! thank you very much! not sure if these are exactly the vibes you wanted but i hope you like them ♥️

please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕

[jeremiahofphilo]

Hihi! Could you please please make a divider line with trees or flowers? Just anything woodsy or forest-y. Thank you so much! I really love your account! ♡♡♡

hiii ~ yes yes i can!! i even made two that say “Silas’s Blog” for you. 🫶🏼💚

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[jeremiahofphilo]

weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well:

chipotle order?

thoughts on veganism?

a specific color that gives you the ick?

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

favorite form of potato?

do you use a watch?

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

do you think you’re dehydrated?

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

your boba/tea order?

the veggie you dislike the most?

favorite disney princess movie?

a number that weirds you out?

do you have an emotional support water bottle?

do you wear jewelry?

which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

would you say you have good taste in music?

how’s your spice tolerance?

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

last meal on earth?

preferred pasta noodle?

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