Again, I let Spotify run in the background however it wanted.
That for once was surprising, almost table turning. I mean for Blake to be shy around someone she happened to find cute! Blushing, she internally sighed. As if it wasn't her daily lot to be shy, embarrassed and absolutely asocial. As if she hadn't taken those self-defense classes to feel a little more comfortable with herself.
Well spoilers, it was the exact opposite. Now she was embarrassingly having a crush on her teacher – a gorgeous blonde woman by the way – and fighting herself over whether to verbalize it or not. She had these classes twice a week, and the only way she had found to keep herself as calm as she needed to be to actually get out of her home was to read some new romance books… Which was both an immense error and the greatest idea she ever had, as one day she made a completely random and seemingly stupid decision. She had just read about the flower language, and somehow her brain thought it was a great idea to use it in her current situation.
And that's how she ended up leaving a single belladonna with a little card bearing the word "I" at the end of one of her classes. And now that she had started, she just couldn't stop in the middle of it. She kept leaving flowers, one by one, with their little cards… And even though she saw them delicately placed in vases on the shelves, Yang didn't make any remark about it. The only time she actually spoke about them was when one of the other students noticed their increasing number and asked her about it… And she said one only word: "Gift" all the while smiling and shrugging.
And as much as Blake wanted to hit her head on the nearest solid surface for that stupid idea, she couldn't stop now. She was already gone through half her message, and she might as well keep going. So she kept leaving behind flowers, with a little card if it was a new word. Why she had gone with such complicated and crypted message? No idea. Perhaps it was just her way to express that she wanted it both to be read and to be ignored. Or perhaps it was just because she was an overly romantic book-reader that loved complications. Either one.
Then, after months of that little circus, she left her final note. A single red rose, bearing a card with a single question mark on it. It was the moment of truth, the end of her message… the tipping point. She had expected to walk out of the gym, to receive her answer the next week or perhaps never…
She wasn't ready at all when she turned to see that Yang was between her and the exit door. A bouquet of flowers in her hand. Feeling her heart beat faster and faster, Blake's mind started to linger on random details to calm itself, like how many stripes on the window – 5 – how many people still in the gym beside her and Yang – 0 – the type of flowers that were in Yang's hand…
A sunflower, a lily, a chrysanthemum, a white rose. Which, her brain couldn't help but translate with the code she had created, should mean "I will with pleasure". Voiceless, she could just stare as the blonde dragon smiled and showed one last flower, an ambrosia.
"Your love is reciprocated". Blake had spent too much time on searching flower language – in order to fully understand the book that had originally got her that idea – that she couldn't ignore it. Emotion all over her pathetic self and nothing in her brain seeming to work normally, she managed to muster a shy smile.
It seemed that, after all, stupidly romantic love wasn't restricted to books.
Done! Late again but done nonetheless. A big thanks to my beta reader – who I should call my alpha-reader and idea-giver seeing how this guy help me with writing – who helped me find a work to give to Yang. Yeah, it might seem like a little detail but… I'm that kind of author that just can't write if they don't wrap their head around the surroundings of the fanfic.
Anyways, thanks for reading and I'll see you pals tomorrow !