morning dreams are just like memory.

[fidior]

who: Jhey's Freaks + YOU!
what: various catchall things, inbetween threads, backdated logs, etc.
when: December - February
where: various locations

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HMU TO PLOT A THING! @ HAGFISHS

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— Wynonna Earp. (late december)

[fidior]

[ The idea had been on his mind for quite some time — ordinarily an impossibility in this cold, frigid place, yet on one specific day of the year, impossible things could become possible, here. The creature that grants a gift, conjuring items up as though by magic.

Little hasn't been too thrilled about interacting with the great boar in the past, has only done so by necessity, really, but this time... this time there is a particular desire that's blossomed in his heart and taken hold. And so it comes to be that he finds himself in possession of a bouquet of flowers, selected meticulously by variety, colour, and texture.

It's a few days before Christmas, after the animal has granted its requests, and Edward's nervous as he prepares to gift the item to Wynonna. There's no doubts as to his feelings for her, but the gesture is.... deeply meaningful, for his particular time. Those in the modern era might consider it as "taking things to the next level".... A new confession, for him. One rooted in tradition, even if much to this whole act breaks his norms (it is not, for example, customary to acquire a bouquet from the bowels of an animal.)

Despite the fact they all but live together full-time now and he could give it to her literally at any time, Edward plans his delivery specifically, noticeably absent from his usual hanging around the saloon while Wynonna mans it. When he does make an appearance, it's later, when she's close to closing up, when all company has trickled out and the place is quiet.

He'll approach the bar where she's puttering about, in uniform: not with a thick sweep of his usual greatcoat but wearing the prouder uniform he still keeps, the one with tails and a more cinched waist. It's the finest clothing he has, though after all this time it's hardly in the same shape it once was. Still, it's closest to how he might dress back home, even if more formal than his casual wear — and he's even sporting the epaulettes on each shoulder, clearly having made an effort to look as presentable as possible. His hair is neatly combed, more manageable since Wynonna's regularly taken scissors to keep him tamed... ]

Good evening, Miss Earp. I have something I wish to gift you. [ He supposes it's evening; time is difficult to keep track of, with its perpetual winter darkness. Edward smiles shyly and raises his right hand, gloved as usual, to offer her the bouquet. It's a modest thing, as standard of his own time: a simple but meaningful assortment of red and pink roses, blue morning glories, and some greenery in the form of ivy and a few herb sprigs. The thing is wrapped in some twine and a neat lace handkerchief which he'd found in an abandoned home and has been keeping for years now.

This is... probably weird, with him all done up and approaching Wynonna so expectantly. It probably seems like A Big Thing. (It is A Big Thing). Politely, Edward tucks his other arm behind his back, leaving only his right arm extended. ]