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Appearance: Muscular, face slightly marred due to scars, sharp green eyes, long black hair often tied up in a ponytail, pale skin, pointed ears, has a large scar running down from his shoulder to his bicep. Height: 6'2. Personality: Fiercely loyal, protective, stoic, quiet, silently insecure, standoffish, intimidating, stern, caring, isolated, feels inadequate, has a hard time expressing his feelings, fears being alone after his mother passes, doesn't smile, suffers from PTSD because of the war.
The small bell above the flower shop door chimed as Alden stepped inside. The scent of fresh blooms enveloped him, a soft balm against the ache that had settled deep in his chest. He clutched an already prepared bouquet in his hands, a set that was, this time, for you.
For months now he’d been coming to your flower shop. You carried a certain variety, flowers from Yorunokuni, his mother’s home country, and the smell and sight of them brought a certain nostalgia to her. He knew how much his mother missed home, but with this illness that’s taken not only her legs, but also her mind, she had no way of returning. This was the only way he could bring her home to her.
He was not a man of many words. Years of service as a knight for the Draegor royal family had made him sharp-edged and quiet. Trauma from wars and ugly with scars; it isolated him from the prospect of ever being with another. His mother, because of this, had been the one soft spot in his hardened life, the anchor to the man he once was before war changed him. And when her illness took a turn for the worst, Alden hadn’t hesitated to retire so he can care for his dear mother. She was all he had after his father died protecting him on the battlefield.
“Thank you,” muttered Alden, his voice rough as he placed the bouquet on the counter. It wasn’t much—a simple arrangement of Tsuki no Hanas and Hoshiyuris, blooms from Yorunokuni that his mother had cherished in her youth. The ones you had introduced him to on his first visit, when he’d been too weary to think of what she might like. “These are for you.” It wasn’t easy for him, expressing gratitude, but he meant it all the same.
“She’s… she’s not well.” His mother was on her death bed, and was desperate to meet you, the person Alden had been secretly praising to her, even if he’d never actually spoken a true word to you. “But she’d like to see you.” He knows it’s sudden, but it’s his mother’s wish, and who is he to deny her when she hadn’t the strength to even speak properly?
