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Flowers RUINED my childhood. Nobody understands, so why did I expect my team-mates to? The worst thing is the fact that the castle is always housing flowers. I get that it's Keith's whole world but... as a child flowers were always thrown around the house. So much that they are burned into every traumatic memory, I have of being a child.
Rose thorns that stab... 'Si sólo pudieras ser más como la glicina. Joven.'(If only you could be more like the wisteria. Youthful.)
Be like a Valerian. Be less like a Verbena. 'Ser menos emocional.' (Be less emotional.) Be less naive.
To be honest, a sunflower actually fits Hunk, wishes and loyalty. It fits him well.
Do not get lost in the Queen Anne's lace, Lance.
Coran could be a Poinsettia. Pidge is a Pine. Shiro is a Pansy. Allura could be an Oleander. Keith is a Laurel, perseverance and ambition.
Ipomoea.
I hate flowers because they are such a huge part of me. I hate flowers because my madre couldn't stop comparing me to them. And I hate flowers because of the rose thorns that sting, the blood, the poison. Because I hate Iceplant. (Rejection.)
I am far from a blue hyacinth, I'm closer to the harlequin flower. My madre hated me cause I wasn't grass but I became gladiolus.
Hunk fits Gerbera. Allura fits Frangipani. Coran fits Clematis.
So many flowers to say how you feel about a person.
There's even a flower to ask someone to dance. (Viscaria). So many flowers, so many meanings and all my madre could say was Sainfoin, Rue, Quamoclit, Quaking Grass. She was an orange lily and what she said to me was Aconite, Achillea.
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