Pomagranate Seeds Cntd. [Moore]

[Scarlet Raelynn]

Scarlet smiled and laughed when he asked her if flowers could truly be his undoing. With a small shrug of her shoulders, she walked back over to the counter. "I suppose so. Though I can only see a flower being someone's undoing if it was poisonness. Since most people aren't flower connoisseurs." She said as she set the two roses into the vase before turning to look at him. "But I won't be putting anything like that in your sister's bouquet, no worries." She assured him, her blue-grey eyes warm.

She nodded when he said that his sister was much younger than him, Scarlet had guessed so. She didn't want to 'read' him, but it was so simple. Yet not. Reading ment assuming something of another, which might in fact be the opposite of what was really true. It was a bad habit that she couldn't ignore, yet couldn't seem to bring herself to do. So pushing those thoughts away, she then walked over towards another section of the flower shop.

All of the flowers were in their own groups, their own categories. After all, there were so many, and the shop was nearly overflowering with exotic plants and flowers. She remained within eye sight and hearing range of him however, as she searched for the particular species of lilies. When she heard him tell her that she was right about his sister wanting to be independent, which was followed by a laugh, she smiled.

"Thats to be expected. We all do. Its just that sometimes we lose our way on that path. Prehaps your sister just took a wrong turn, or prehaps you; vice versa." She said, finally finding the white and pink lilies and cutting a few at their base with the clippers. "From what it sounds like, she just wants to be her own person, without you looking over her shoulder all the time. But at the same time she doesn't want you out of her life, though she might not want to admit it. She probably thought you were the problem, and not herself." She said as she straightened up, turning to make her way back to the counter.

She shook her head, laughing a little as she realized something. "I've been talking more in the past few minutes than I have all week. I hope I'm not boring my customer." She said, a small friendly smile on her lips, looking at him before adding the lilies to the roses in the vase.

When he asked her if she had any family, Scarlet hesitated, her small hands staying still as she thought. She wondered how she could explain to him that most of her family was dead. And that her mother was locked up in a mental hospital. Setting the pair of clippers down, she then turned to look at him.

"Most of my family is deceased. We're immigrants from Ireland, actually. Only my mother and father are still alive." She said, pausing for a moment before continuing. "I stay with my father, but he's not here anymore. His body is, but his mind seems to have gone somewhere else." She said before turning to look at the book, flipping through the pages once more as her free hand seemed to move as though it was playing the piano or something like that.

"My mother, on the other hand, is still here. But she was taken away and put into a mental hospital. We don't know why." She said, her voice still staying strong, even though it was an emotional topic. "She's a mute now, the doctors say its due to depression. But I think there's something she knows.. that she can't tell anyone." She said, her fingers had stopped moving and she stared down at the page.

"I'm sorry." She then said after a long pause, looking up at him. "I don't mean to sound so defeated, there's just been a lot going on lately." She said softly, her blue-grey eyes cool now.

[Moore]

There were very few people within the world that Moore could speak to about himself. The truth was, was there was no one; not even his baby sister. It's truly peculiar that one person would be able to speak to a stranger without shame or fear. Maybe part of the reason was the fact that they wouldn't expect to see them ever again. Yes, that made perfect sense. Since Moore would never see this pretty young woman, he could tell her everything and she'd listen because she must. He was her walking, and talking, money at this very moment and she needed him to strive.

Yet, no, something was different here.

She sounded right. Everything she said put him onto a new perspective that made things seem clearer and he could only frown at the thought. It could be the truth and this was how Sophia felt toward him. Either way, flowers still wouldn't hurt and maybe he could write a note with the card. He could write something thoughtful. Yeah, Moore write something thoughtful. It near sounded foreign even to him but that seemed to be the right path for the once brute of a man.

Then she's apologizing though and his brows lift with question at the sound of her voice. Ah!

"No. No, you're fine, really. You're helping me out a lot more than you think," he says simply albeit reluctantly confessing such. Then again, was he, really? Hardly. He was extremely thankful. All the while he looked about but soon found his own gaze straying onto her as she spoke of herself.

Idly did Moore wonder whether or not he sounded like that when he spoke of his sister. He had never spoken of his former lover either though nor the life he had then and there. He hadn't spoke of much with his huddling away from the truth. Now, though, all that seemed to matter was this moment. The moment of now and naught else. He shook his head at her and drew closer but only to watch her hands work. He didn't touch her albeit he wanted to. At least to bestow a token of affection onto her and a touch of sympathy.

"Do not apologize. I believe we're all allowed to sound this way or that way every once in a while. We're no more perfect than the next man, or woman, surely. If we were...well, that would be a world that was far from perfect, no? I understand, though. There's a lot going on and the weight on your shoulders; no, even on my own," he breathes and shudders at the thought. "It's hard."

Then, without a word, he lifts a hand to touch gently upon her shoulder.

"At least knowing you're not alone helps, eh? At least for me it does," he confesses with a wrinkling of his nose and a short laugh that's followed by a shake of his head. Then he was looking to her work and what she had done thus far. He cants his head wolfishly.

"They look nice," he murmurs and lifts a hand nearest the flowers but never touches.