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tamingthemuseTitle: Flowers Language
Author: naughty_bangles
Words: 508
Rating: Gen
Prompt: 373 Driving in the Dark
Almond flowers are for promises, irises are for good news. Mr Blossom knew every flower by its name, and the magic they carry.
Elderflowers are for compassion, lemon flowers for discretion. Mr Blossom hadn't always been called like that. He was born and had grown up as an average boy, one of the quiet kind. He liked nature and colors, perfumes and symbols. His grand-mother had told him to be careful about what the flowers had to tell him. She taught him the passions of the orange lily, the patience of the oxeye daisy, the silence of the white rose. He had listened to every word she told him, struck by the wonder of flower magic.
Rues are for sorrow, lobelia are for malevolence. The other kids didn't understand the magic of the flowers, the language they used among themselves, the messages they carried to those who could listen. Children are mean when they are young ; those were no exception. They always find ways of making fun of the ones that don't fit in their normality. Mr Blossom endure everything and said nothing, for those things only last the time of childhood. Pitch pine had taught him wisdom, white tulip forgiveness. I knew that someday, things would be better for him. He just had to wait. Granny would have told him to ask the oxeye daisy, and that's what he did.
Celandines are for the joys awaiting in the future, coreopsises are for the one that are being cheerful no matter what. Things did go better. School ended, children grew into adults. Mr Blossom trained to be a gardener, and grew flowers for people to tell others all the things they couldn't say out loud. Sweetpea thanked the one that had helped when life was though, dandelion were sent to please the yound and not-so-young alike. It was the lovers who came the most, though. Cloves to promise eternal love, crocuses for the young ones, forget-me-nots when love was the deepest. Some of them believed in the magic of flowers, some merely found it was amusing or cute. Mrr Blossom didn't care ; magic only needs one believer to work, and he believed in every single flower he sent away to carry a message.
Witch-hazels are for spells of magic, sunflowers are for pure thoughts. Mr Blossom believed flowers could brighten people's day, could help them through the bad of life. A red daisy for the girl who struggle with her self-esteem, in a world that kept repeting her she wasn't pretty enough. An eglantine rose for the one who had been hurt by a close friend. Fennel when things seemed too difficult to overcome. Each one of those, handed out at those who could use a little help, worked their magic to bring balance in stranger's life. That's what his grand-mother had taught him, all those years ago ; there is magic in flowers, there is magic in people intentions. Use it to create happiness arounf you, for this world deserves to be a better place.
Author: naughty_bangles
Words: 508
Rating: Gen
Prompt: 373 Driving in the Dark
Almond flowers are for promises, irises are for good news. Mr Blossom knew every flower by its name, and the magic they carry.
Elderflowers are for compassion, lemon flowers for discretion. Mr Blossom hadn't always been called like that. He was born and had grown up as an average boy, one of the quiet kind. He liked nature and colors, perfumes and symbols. His grand-mother had told him to be careful about what the flowers had to tell him. She taught him the passions of the orange lily, the patience of the oxeye daisy, the silence of the white rose. He had listened to every word she told him, struck by the wonder of flower magic.
Rues are for sorrow, lobelia are for malevolence. The other kids didn't understand the magic of the flowers, the language they used among themselves, the messages they carried to those who could listen. Children are mean when they are young ; those were no exception. They always find ways of making fun of the ones that don't fit in their normality. Mr Blossom endure everything and said nothing, for those things only last the time of childhood. Pitch pine had taught him wisdom, white tulip forgiveness. I knew that someday, things would be better for him. He just had to wait. Granny would have told him to ask the oxeye daisy, and that's what he did.
Celandines are for the joys awaiting in the future, coreopsises are for the one that are being cheerful no matter what. Things did go better. School ended, children grew into adults. Mr Blossom trained to be a gardener, and grew flowers for people to tell others all the things they couldn't say out loud. Sweetpea thanked the one that had helped when life was though, dandelion were sent to please the yound and not-so-young alike. It was the lovers who came the most, though. Cloves to promise eternal love, crocuses for the young ones, forget-me-nots when love was the deepest. Some of them believed in the magic of flowers, some merely found it was amusing or cute. Mrr Blossom didn't care ; magic only needs one believer to work, and he believed in every single flower he sent away to carry a message.
Witch-hazels are for spells of magic, sunflowers are for pure thoughts. Mr Blossom believed flowers could brighten people's day, could help them through the bad of life. A red daisy for the girl who struggle with her self-esteem, in a world that kept repeting her she wasn't pretty enough. An eglantine rose for the one who had been hurt by a close friend. Fennel when things seemed too difficult to overcome. Each one of those, handed out at those who could use a little help, worked their magic to bring balance in stranger's life. That's what his grand-mother had taught him, all those years ago ; there is magic in flowers, there is magic in people intentions. Use it to create happiness arounf you, for this world deserves to be a better place.
