[For Julian Sark]

[silkandstone]

There is a bouquet waiting for Sark on his living room table, carefully arranged. Carnations--both striped and yellow--azaleas, wormwood and fern, and blue violets. Nothing else.

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[sarkraticmethod]

[After some morbidly curious investigating of the flowers' meanings, there is now a signifcantly less carefully arranged assortment of flowers on the sidewalk outside Sark's flat.

Sark is locking that fucking cat door from this point onwards.]