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#they don't have NEARLY enough petals to be dahlias
theradicalace · 2 years
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yknow, i have to wonder, what type of flower ARE the golden flowers in undertale? they look like buttercups, but the fact that “golden flower tea” exists means they cant be, or at least, they can’t ONLY be buttercups, because buttercups are toxic. i wonder if they might be a few different types of flowers together, and monsters just call them golden flowers as a catchall?
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justapoet · 3 years
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I've been keeping this draft for a few months now, and to be honest I have absolutely no idea if I'll finish it at all. But posting a little part of it for WIP Wednesday gives me the impression that the idea wasn't tottaly thrown away.
Carlos is a lawyer, TK is a florist, and they fall in love ― among love notes, around red dahlias, and across the street, but not because of signatures, even less the pouring rain, and let alone some insecurities.
Of all the things Carlos could've expected that morning he walked through the office's door, flowers weren't on the list. Problems, probably another case, but not red and beautiful flowers coloring his well-organized desk on already busy Monday morning in the middle of May.
If there had been anyone with him as he stepped on his office, they'd be aware of how surprised he was by seeing such pretty colors. He stopped in his tracks when he processed the image in front of him before frowning in genuine curiosity and walking towards the desk, carefully placing his wallet over the clear-wood furniture and stretching his fingers to touch one of the delicate flowers. The petals were soft against his fingertips, and he involuntarily smiled at the feeling until he noticed a folded piece of paper resting against the shiny material wrapping the bouquet.
That weird feeling from when he first saw the flowers hit Carlos once again when his brain processed that he had nobody to get flowers from, especially on a random day on the calendar. He backed up, his tiny smile fading as his long fingers reached for what most likely was a card and his face frowning to the unknown calligraphy.
Your smile is a beautiful way to start my day.
And, oh, damn.
Out of all the things Carlos could prepare himself to read inside of the card ― maybe his mother missing him, or his aunt inviting him over to have dinner ― that was not something he was expecting to read ― ever.
Red flowers wrapped in a beautiful ribbon and a clearly flirty card?
That was definitely a joke.
It's an AU I've been writing while listening to Hearts Don't Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran but I don't know if it's nearly good enough to be posted. But I think I like it anyway. :)
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