title: violet
summary: "you put dead flowers in my room." —bbrae, drabble.
word count: 409
a/n:
another fic from my old account (tidied up a little), originally written as a birthday present for a friend.
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When Raven tapped on Beast Boy's bedroom door, he didn't expect her to brandish a handful of colourful plants at him and say, "You put dead flowers in my room."
Beast Boy's snaggle-toothed grin faltered slightly. Raven braced a hand against her cocked hip. Her expression didn't seem accusatory or sharp or even annoyed — merely searching. Beast Boy rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly.
"I thought you'd like them?"
Raven glanced from him, to the flowers in her hand, to Beast Boy again.
Beast Boy cleared his throat. "See, I asked Star — 'cause I wanted to do something nice for you, and she said to — to get you flowers. That girls really like flowers." As he spoke, his confidence gained momentum; he leaned forward and took her hand, opening it so that the flowers lay on her flat palm. "That's a poppy, because it's red like your chakra-thing. The violet and lilac matches your hair and eyes. Jinx says cherry blossoms mean hope —"
"Jinx?"
"Yeah, she knows all about flower stuff. She says this kind of lily means happiness. You deserve that, I think."
She quirked an eyebrow. "Lily-of-the-valley is expensive. It also grows in the mountains."
A darker green tint appeared in Beast Boy's cheeks — his unique variation of a blush. "I, uh, got Herald to help. And Wonder Girl gave me these — this is a, a crocus, it means 'young joy' I think, and this is an iris, it means 'good news' because, uh, the flowers are meant to be a nice message?"
At this, Beast Boy glance up at her hopefully. The corners of Raven's mouth twitched upwards as she appraised his earnest expression, eyes softening as the effort he had gone to became clear; she cradled the flowers carefully in her hand.
"I'll go find them a vase," she said, and Beast Boy's features lit up. "Although books are a more permanent gift," she added. Her tone hadn't changed, but Beast Boy could read her well enough by now to recognise when she was teasing.
He threw his arms around his girlfriend. "Love ya, Rae!" he chirruped.
Raven patted the small of his back.
(And it wasn't even two months later that Raven's bedside table was occupied by two overflowing vases, the eclectic clash of flowers saturating the room with an incense-sweet aroma.)
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