-leaves a dozen roses for Lucy-

_{Stiff from the missions before, and in great need for well-deserved rest, the blonde had slept through the night, not stirring even as a thunderstorm raged ahead. The Dragon Slayer had been explicitly told not to pay a visit while she regained all use of her limbs, fluid and flexible like she was supposed to be. Window had been shut and weary body sank into familiar bed without so much of a thought as slumber swept her away into dreams of dragons and lions alike.

Unexpected, surely, was the scent of sweet roses that greeted her as honey oculars peered through heavy eyelids, reluctant to get out, or even sit up. Instead, tucked under covers, the Celestial Mage offers a scan through her apartment, gaze laying upon the gift of a dozen roses.

Who was it?

How did they get in?}

_{Begrudgingly crawling out of the comfort she had nestled herself in, bare feet would patter upon chilled ground as she made way to the bouquet, scooping it up into an embrace and savouring the lovely fragrance.

Roses, huh? They represented love, to anyone who knew the meaning behind each flower. Even if one lacked the awareness, was it not common knowledge that roses hinted at love? Depending on the hues of petals of course.

Nonetheless, with pink dusting over porcelain cheeks, the maiden would rest back upon bed, simply enjoying the peace – and the affection roses came with.

There were only so few who would give her roses after all, and have the ability to intrude into her apartment.}