Title: Wildflower
Pairing: To be revealed (slash)
Rating: PG13
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
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Wildflower
A goddess in disguise,
Do you gaze at the sunrise? Few carve a moment to witness the untainted wholesomeness of its beauty. The appreciation for a handsome daylily with cool pastel petals and a sizzling yellow center jogged memories of another such purity.
On the dawn you agreed to be mine, bright day rays cascaded through the window to halo you in a divine glow. Your angelic features were soft with rest. I tucked a silky strand behind your ear solely to touch you. The memory makes me grin even now. My actions woke you with the most picturesque smile on your face. I wanted to neck with you, but you grunted and complained about the yucky morning breath.
And for the briefest period, my heart belonged to you. A love so real and pure, a teenage crush doesn't compare. I knew it then, I know it now, and I'll always know you are forever for me.
My Spirit
My frisky little kitten,
Petals shaped like triangles come to a rounded point to decorate this twig-let of small white flowerets. I chuckle at the memory of our innocent competitions. Remember our arrowhead collection? Every time either of us unearthed a jagged rock we raced to find the other to show off our loot.
Somewhere along the way our amusement turned into arguments. You got mad at me for defeating you, but that's the nature of the beast. I spent more time outside and less behind a book or an easel. The fact that we are so different is the biggest reason I love you.
You're adorable angry. Temptation compelled me to peck the anger from you so I could replace it with a golden twinkle. A kiss that balanced everything out. Forever would never be long enough to share your imperfect perfection.
You're my sunshine on a rainy day
A divine gift,
Do you remember these? Little Trumpets with a round pink rim on an orange tube.
We went for a hike, and you brought along your camera for inspirational help with a photography contest. I brought you to a special place I go to think.
You lay on your back surrounded by afternoon blossoms. I study you from my perch on your lap. Blooms outline your face as little wisps of hair camouflage the Creepers peeking through the glossy tresses. A vibrant and carefree smile dances on your rosebud lips. An aura of happiness glows so vivid around you that I must capture it.
Pride swelled in my chest when I saw the snapshot in your final project. It was a well-deserved award.
The same photograph sits framed next to my bed.
I'll never forget you
My Radical Idealist,
I found a memento for your epic plan! A bizarre pipe-shaped bulb so white the flower itself appears to be translucent.
It was the most horrific incident of my life. We made ourselves deathly sick. I still can't stand to be around burning tobacco without gagging, but what else are best friends for?
The next morning when mom called me to breakfast I upchucked again. At least by dinner time I could stomach soup.
My intentions were to rag you about your harebrained idea when I called to check on you. I must confess, it made me a tiny bit happy listening to you get sick over the phone! I would say "Sorry for laughing," but we both know that's a lie.
Still a non-smoker to this day
My sunshine,
The California poppy is a vibrant yellow flower with streaks of red flowing thru the petals, but not near as enthralling as you.
In terms of an adequate picture, the poppy holds no candle to your vivacious charisma. The warmth and kindness you generate is unparalleled. Your whole being exists in a realm so far beyond reach it defies attempts at description.
With you at my side, delight overfilled me. Your buoyant energy satiated me with luminous joy.
I want to bask in your ecstasy and swaddle myself in your warmth.
I miss your brilliant shine. I miss your heated passion.
I miss your unconditional love. I miss your magnanimous heart. I miss you.
My blanket of warmth
A scent so keen,
I sniffed this blossom the entire way home. A sprig beholding delicate purple petals. The sugary aroma of this floret reminds me of the Sweet Pea body lotion and body wash you preferred.
The nightly procedure of lathering your silky-smooth arms with the sweet trail. Toned legs glistened as you massaged the ointment into your caramel complexion. Your motions hypnotic and my gaze a magnet to bear witness to the ceremonial ritual.
When I detour to Bath and Body Works, I always go straight to the lotion. The sentimental perfume gives me a dose of the scent I crave.
I took the bottle of lotion you assumed you lost. The familiarity curbs my longing and assuages my guilt.
A whiff of heaven
Laughter on the wind,
Mouse Ears are such a rich, vibrant blue hue – your favorite color. They are today's choice in celebration of Senior Skip-Day.
Apparently, a massive sale at a ritzy frou-frou store in the mall needed our attention. After eons of digging in a disarray of clothing, your eyes lit up with unbridled joy. Evidently you found the exact vibrant blue in your size. You're glowing smile so contagious that your happiness warmed my soul.
The velvety membrane resembles the shape of petite little rodent ears. I remember the petal soft skin of your dainty ears. My whispered lips brushed against them causing you to giggle. Lite butterfly wings tickled the tissue despite your pleas for mercy. Your whimsical laugh heightened my addiction.
My little mouse ears
A pixie amongst the humans,
The amethyst petals favor tiny little people with wings. I chuckled when I picked them for us. Your obsession with faeries thick on my mind. Pinkfairies for the pixie amongst the humans.
You told me of your favorite fae, the woodland and garden faeries. Legends say they bring peace, tranquility, and balance to nature. I laughed at the trivial explanation.
Myths are based on facts. I am sorry I ever doubted you. If I could tell you the truth….
My favorite faery
You're my heart,
Scarlet Gilia, the twig of scarlet buds rekindled dreadful memories. I exploded when a close friend revealed our secret. When I learned of the betrayal, you calmed me down and told me we shared a special pure love.
Shunned by the student body, you made a bright red 'L' to pin to your chest. You told me the loony plan, and I argued we would become bigger spectacles. "As long as we stay true to ourselves it doesn't matter," you said.
"No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true." – Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
After the argument, I went home and made my own. We wore them the next day to school. Together, with our heads high, we walked through the schoolhouse doors holding hands. My letter hangs on my wall along with the sprig, so every day when I wake up I remember "It doesn't matter."
Perhaps 'us' is the true meaning of love?
My rhythm falters without you
My lifeline,
My damp mood causes an unorthodox rift between my brethren and me. The sad way the yellow bell-shaped bud hangs from the bent neck of the stem mirrors my temperament.
A wrongful imprisonment, I am cast out by a split jury of my peers. The warden tells me my fate is predestined. Few comrades sympathize with my feelings of contriteness at the way I left you. A choice taken for a non-induced self-sacrifice.
Bound by ironclad laws, I must obey the will of others. The first of my kind – I never wanted the honor.
Waves thrash against the sandy embankment.
Above the shoreline,
A rock offers a perfect observatory.
In the distance,
Whitecaps crash against the cliff walls
Equivalent to the bottled rage inside.
I feel alone and empty most days. Please give me a chance to explain myself.
The inescapable wrath of the sea
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Winter's hibernators littered along the beach front to share picnics with their lovers. Couples huddled under the same blanket to laugh and share private jokes. Bypassing the loving crowd, the graceful wolf strolls to a site offering comfort. A secluded section further down the shoreline lays a jugging rock high above the surf. The dwelling holds peace for the aggravated mammal.
A whiff of the familiar fragrant perfume reaches the lonesome creature. Sweet Pea. On the rock, her coffee mane tumbles through the wind. Spray from the ocean rushes up to frame the scene in perfection. Biting back a grief-stricken whimper, the poised animal stalks further up the stone beside the young woman.
The girl never moves to greet her visitor. An increase in her heart rate is the only indicator of her awareness. Small arms cradle her knees close to her chest. Her impenetrable gaze never falters from the ocean's furious rage. The smell of sea salt masks the faint trace of the woman's tears.
Uncertainty forces the dignified creature to swallow back the lump in its throat. Awkwardly, the beast contemplates the proper approach as rampant thoughts circle its mind.
A river pools to the brim. Tears she refuses to let thru assault the intruder. "You left."
The simple statement wounds her. She did leave – not by her own free will, but she couldn't refute the facts. "I did."
"Why…" She loses the battle as two tears squeeze past her lashes. They race each other over her flushed cheeks. "Why did you come back?" the faint whisper strains enriched senses.
The regretful animal notices the crumbled piece of paper and the wilted wildflower. "I never wanted to leave."
"Then why did you?" the hurt girl demands. "You promised."
The little spitfire appears shy but she possesses a fiery side.
"I know and I'm sorry. I can't… " Anger saturates the annoyed beast cutting the explanation short. "I am bound from saying. Please believe me. I never wanted to leave." The declaration cracks.
"I am so sorry."
"I don't believe you, Leah," she snaps.
It simply isn't fair. After the acrimonious break-up with Sam, Leah leaned on the other girl. She found security when she thought hope lost. The girl also found solace in the companionship.
At first, they sought a friendship. They found comfort in being together. Shared laughter mended their broken hearts. Confused at first, Leah buried her true feelings from her friend.
A melancholy weekend found the girls walking along the beach late at night. Imagine Leah's surprise when her friend confessed to harboring non-platonic feelings for her. Their first embrace ended quickly, sloppy, and full of confused tension. They stared at each other for a moment – each testing the other's reaction to the kiss. When neither showed signs of being perturbed, they mutely agreed to improve their skills.
Practice started out slow and sensual, each getting a sense for the other. Soon, a kiss wrapped in fiery passion gave them an experience neither had ever encountered.
The next day found them in bed beside each other. She agreed to stay the night. Early rays bathed her with an exquisite glow. The sun's warmth washed over her skin caramelizing the color. The choice to become lovers brought soft smiles to their lips. Leah never regretted her decision.
"That's not a good enough excuse to abandon someone you claim to love!"
Leah cringes at the dejection in the girl's voice. A sorrowful tear escapes a carefully barricaded dam. No vindication will justify the ramifications behind her disappearance.
Broken promises in need of mending proved to be a challenge. She pledged long ago to never leave the sweet cherub in front of her. Like her predecessor, Leah – too – lied.
"Your letters make me think you want to be together, but I-" she stops to flail the recent passage. "How can you guarantee it will be different?" A humorless chuckle floats through the breeze.
Leah reaches for the other girl's hand, rubbing her thumb over the delicate knuckles. Leah looks into the girl's glare, "Let me try. I'll prove that I'll fight for you. Please, give me the chance to show you. "
"I waited for you." She chuckles and shakes her head through the streams. "I love you, Leah. I always have."
She searches her lover's eyes as the girl straddles her lap and bracelets her neck. "Leah Clearwater I will accept nothing less than a lifetime of mutual devotion," the girl kisses a solitary eyelid first.
"Breakfast in bed every weekend," she treats the other, "and at least two dates a month. Three for bonus points," the girl wiggles her eyebrows for emphasis, making Leah laugh.
She basks in the radiant smile on her partner's face. "I swear, I'll do everything in my power to keep you, always," she vows, looking deep into her mate's gaze, "I love you, Kim."
A bargain strikes a brand new contract as bound lips rush to seal the agreement.
A/N: This was written for Tricky Raven's Twitterpadded in Spring Contest. Also, it's feature on FWAR as the Twific of the mouth of May 2015. I write under a different pen name on both sites! However, the pen name I use for Tricky Raven and FWAR are the same pen name! Thank you!