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❝every prayer i offered returned as another funeral.
... still, i knelt—for faith is easiest when spoken with blood.
“don’t worry, dear one. you need not be a gardener to give a flower a home. flowers are patient creatures. they do not ask their gardeners to know everything at once.” a gentle smile softened my features, “i can teach you, if you would like.”
“i should hope not. she is rather well-behaved.” a hint of playful solemnity entering my expression. “you’re simply looking for an excuse to make a lily prove herself worthy of your garden?”
“you already sound like a rather thoughtful gardener.” a faint smile resting upon my lips. “i wonder what else your garden will come to hold someday.”
my head tilted slightly, curiosity shining softly in my eyes. “would you fill it with flowers of every kind? or are there ...
certain blossoms you would especially wish to see growing beside lily?”
❀ུ͏ @Valeryzer
“a garden need not always be a garden.” i reached for a single lily, its pale petals resting gently between my fingers, and held it out to him.
“flowers don’t ask for grand places to bloom. they only ask for a little sunlight, a little water, and someone willing to care for ...
them.” my gaze softened as i looked upon him. “or perhaps,” i added, “you may tell me what sort of flowers you would choose, if you were to have a garden of your own?”
❀ུ͏ @voidsein
a quiet radiance softened my expression, as though his answer alone had coaxed spring a little closer. i lifted a single lily from the basket resting against my arm. its ivory petals were pristine, kissed by the morning dew, while its fragrance lingered in the air like the ...
closing notes of a quiet hymn.
“i was hoping you would say that.” i offered it to him with reverence, “my mother once told me that flowers are the gentlest way to tell someone, ‘i’m grateful our paths have crossed.’”
my gaze softened, “until the day your garden welcomes ...
i lowered my gaze, letting the thought settle between us like a feather borne upon the wind. “i do know many.” i tilted my head, a quiet curiosity illuminating my features.
“what sort of flowers do you like, my dear? roses that wear their thorns with quiet dignity. ...
lavender that carries serenity upon every breeze. forget-me-nots that cradle memories with unwavering devotion. baby’s breath, humble enough to make every blossom beside it shine a little brighter.”
after a brief pause, i added softly, “i would rather fill your garden with ...
flowers that bring joy to your heart than simply choose according to my own.”
❀ུ͏ @sensakala
the corners of my lips lifted, and a laugh, delicate as the first notes of a hymn at dawn, slipped free before i could hide it.
“so you measure your garden by what can be eaten?” i asked with gentle amusement, tilting my head. my smile lingered, warm and serene. ...
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“oh... your garden already knows the language of lilies.” my eyes followed his wandering gaze until they found the blossoms dancing softly beneath the breeze. i simply admired them. “one lily alone is lovely,” i murmured, “yet a garden becomes gentler when lilies bloom ...
together. they don’t compete for the light heaven bestows—they merely share it.” i paused for a moment before adding, “do you tend them yourself?”
❀ུ͏ @goetens
🌼 anyway... thank you for the follow back, cassia’s new acquaintances. 🥹 i was meaning to ask on behalf of our new mutual, but people were kind enough to do so before i even could.
