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[indent][center][sub][i]Before the morning radio incident...[/i][/sub][/center]
Stepping carefully through the tight, Amazon forest that was [i]Evermore[/i], Caspian took in the vast smells that surrounded him. Smells that reminded him of sweet summer. Every colorful petal gave off a different texture and feel to it. The pivot roof windows allowed the morning light to seep in and brighten up even the darkest of crevices and corners. The sacredness transcended everyday concerns. The only thing that mattered here was peace, tranquility, and the feeling of timelessness. Individuals were given a moment to breathe, away from the outside world, as they immersed themselves in the beauty of nature and learned of 'wonders untold'. Words spoken from the owner herself, whose business only catered to those that resided in Edgetoun but who was always willing to talk to people about all things green.

From herbalism to botanical science, Zarah Sibley, in Caspian's eyes, was one of the most well versed and devoted individuals, in regards to her passion. She was unapologetic and never faltered from being her boisterous self. Her vivacious presence alone transformed Tudor-style old stone, white painted walls, heavy iron bound doors, and other Gothic splendour into a page within a storybook. The building itself was a beautiful relic and she brought out the best of it, while adding her flare to her little shop of flowers. 

Not too long ago, she made herself an Other on everyone's radar. Something she believed would've been found out over time. Her act was a display that showed her fearlessness. That she carries her difference like a banner. Edgetoun shouldn't be afraid of change. Change was inevitable. He would know. Yet, with the amount of time Caspian has spent with her, he knows there's more to it. Why would a loved woman in the community where 'the Other' was not fully accepted reveal herself? Reveal herself as a witch who fancies Green Magic. This would not only put her life in danger but also be bad for business. 

If he knew her like he thought he did, she was protecting something. Something other than herself. With her being a popular florist, no one would know who was directly connected to her since people entered and left her shop endlessly. The first Others to come out always got the short end of the stick, to pave the road for those they cared about. He didn't know her intentions but he wanted to tell her. Tell her that he was different too, but... if he did...

He too was protecting those he loved, by playing it in the shadows. In the shadows, he could grow [i]stronger[/i]. When it was time for him to walk into the spotlight, he wanted to be a force. A [i]force[/i] to be reckoned with. [i]Almighty[/i]. [i]Powerful[/i]. What he did know was she was an inspiration and he could only hope that nothing bad ever happened to her. 

What would happen to Evermore if she were gone? She was the heartbeat to this timeless place. His home away from home.  

Wrapped in small tissue, in his gloved hand, were wet stems and at the top of these stems bloomed green dusty miller and deep purple berries. He was in the process of building a bouquet for a woman who went by the name of Gemma Clark. Someone he heard who recently moved here. Her request was 'stunning silver' with 'starry blossoms' and a tad bit of 'rose and plum'. Oddly specific order. Reminded him of something he'd make for a dramatic winter wedding. Ms. Sibley gave him full control over this project, which showed how much she trusted him and his eye for beauty. The buyer wanted it in one of their ceramic vases they sold too. As Sibley told him, she specifically asked that the vase be stainless white, as if it were the color of untouched snow. 

Whatever the customer wanted, he would abide. When the [url=https://imgur.com/UduvR47]piece[/url] was finished and set on the counter, waiting for the Miss to pick it up, he caught sight of a note from his dear boss: [i]Had to pick up some ingredients. If you need me, you know my number![/i]

Okay, cool. 

As Caspian waited for customers to come, he read the daily paper. More specifically he read the headliner article about Nick Bloodfang's case. The man who changed it all. A fucking werewolf. [i]Typical[/i]. Werewolves were known for their stupidity, as he learned from his mother. 

His attention was taken away from his Friday morning digest when he heard the chime of the door bell go off and a good, deep waft of something delicious entered his nostrils. The customer smelt like candied apple, orange, maple, cinnamon, neroli, rose, winter musk, orris root, and moss. Jesus, how did someone have such a distinct fragrance!? It smelt like delectable candy apple on a winter's day. 

That oh so familiar burning sensation grew in his throat as he glanced up from the paper to see a tiny tigress of a blonde. Every fibre of this small woman's being craved maximum attention and all she had to do was stroll into Evermore. Or maybe this was him simply [i]craving[/i] her. Wanting her — his lips close to her throat and his fangs piercing into... Since when did he ever crave something this [i]strongly[/i]? 

And then she spoke loudly, exuding more confidence than any person should. Something warned him that this woman, as sexually engaging as she was coming across, was questionably odd. "This bouquet is perfection! It reminds me of the [i]best[/i] time of the year." Gemma let out an impish giggle, before continuing, "I don't have much time, but I'm so glad this was done before I absolutely needed it. My desk is unfortunately tragically drab."

Narrowing his eyes, giving the lady a quizzical stare, while keeping himself composed on his desire, Caspian questioned her intent, "So, this... extremely particular bouquet, meant for a bride, is just for your desk?"

"Duh. Why else would I buy flowers if I prefer them dead? I can't bare to sit there without some decor. Do you know how [i]mundane[/i] the Capital looks on the inside? It's god awful!" This woman was extremely into herself. Under normal circumstances, he would not like this type of woman at all. Unless it was his twin. His twin was an exception for nearly everything. 

"That'll be £130." Caspian shrugged, accepting that this woman was simply another weirdo among weirdos. Hey, if she had the money, he wasn't complaining. 

"You got to be kidding me!" Gemma crossed her arms in protest. Even added a pout, as if she wasn't a twenty seven year old photo journalist.  

"This honestly isn't bad for what you've ordered. It includes [i]every[/i] specific flower to give it that 'perfect' look you wanted as well as the [i]very[/i] specific vase you wanted. Color and all."

"Okay, okay. Whatever. Here's my card." She complied. If she didn't have to book it to work, this would've been a longer conversation, which would've led to a heated negotiation. The transaction happened and the tiny woman carried the big vase out the door. 

With her out of the general vicinity, Caspian was given sudden relief. The need to feast dissipated and he could carry on with his duties. Thank goodness.[center][sub][i]Sometime later...[/i][/sub][/center]
Zarah Sibley, with a hefty brown bag in her arms, came rushing in. As an immediate response, Caspian went and took the bag out of her grasp. Rather than greet him, she turned on the radio, which was beside the cash register. 

[i][b]...who cannot separate themselves from carnal desires and primal urges frighten you?[/b][/i]

Placing the bag down, he intently listened to the broadcast and took out his phone to text his other half.  

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Suddenly he regretted not texting his mom first and the broadcast was no longer important to him as his cheeks flared red with his sister's... his sister's... forward... random...[b]forward[/b] words. W-what?! The vampire should give himself some credit, though. At least this wasn't the family group thread. [b]At least[/b], Calypso was awake enough to not make a blunder such as that. Broadcasting her goal of the day to their mother or uncle or both.

That kind of thing never ended well. For anyone.  
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