Send me the thorns
"If you're looking for Miss Perfect, you've got the wrong girl," she states bluntly. "I'm not nice or sweet. I'll likely make a horrible girlfriend."
"Dark poison of my heart," he says with a gentle smile, "you have always been – and always will be – the absolute pinnacle of perfection in my optics. I have no need for the fragile lily nor the delicate cherry blossom; you are my rose, and your thorns make you all the more dearer to me, my Spark's delight."
She sighs, but smiles wryly up at him. "You are such a sap," she tells him fondly.
A/N: 100 words; written for the prompt 'send me the thorns'.