Hello phan fans, before you click out, yes, this is a gender swapped, high school AU phanfiction and, yes, it is a poem (or some form of one anyway). And, yes, I purposely forgot to put that in the summary become some might not like gender swapped fics or AU's. Regarding the fem!, I just personally felt that the poem just suited a female better. This by no means implies that boys can't rock flower crowns too, but as I wrote it with a different target in mind and then decided to upload it a fanfiction, I'm not exactly comfortable changing the pronouns.
Oh yea. About that. this fic is dedicated to a close acquaintance that lucked out on a crush last year.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dan and Phil...yet.
Disclaimer: The idea for using flowers came from a fic called Amaryllis over on AO3 (go check it out, it's amazing!)
Disclaimer: The intermissions in the fic were inspired by tumblr posts of beautiful words.
Enjoy!
It begins with a Lilac,
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Incipient, it emerges, swathed in penumbra.
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She looks up, and all she sees is a cynosure of blue.
Hesitant is her gait, when she returns with an Aster (and an empathetic smile).
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Evanescent, it flutters. Vestigial, yet undeniable in its presence.
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She stalls abruptly when she catches a glimpse of White Tulips on her way to class.
But when she sees them again dispersed among a crown of Daffodils, she cannot help but stride across the lawn and replace it tenderly with a circle of daisies.
(The smile she receives back is worth the effort.)
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It seems ineffable in its entirety, yet ripple-like in effect.
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She finds a yellow Chrysanthemum in her locker door
(and slots a Primrose into theirs).
When she surreptitiously wakes in Science, there is an Acanthus in her hair
(and they awaken in maths class to a droning teacher and a Bell flower).
A Malva atop her bag
(a Corriander flower in home economics)
A Coral Rose pressed into her palm in a crowded hallway,
(a Heliotrope slipped between the pages of an English text)
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And it thrives. Oh, how it thrives!
An imbroglio of felicity
A scintilla, a plethora
Ephemeral yet efflorescent,
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The wistful afternoon she finds a red tulip tucked between her handlebars, a manifold of supernovae erupts and no nicely-filtered syzygy could ever be juxtaposed to the Oblivion she experiences.
(and on the day she finds them on her doorstep, bearing a bouquet of Lemongrass and Amaryllis, she smiles furtively and brings forth
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a Myrtle
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a Honeysuckle
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and
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a ring.
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There will also be a direct translation of the flowers coming soon!