White Collar Ficlet - Floriography
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elrhiarhodanTitle: Floriography
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elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: G
Characters: Neal Caffrey, OFC
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~ 425
Summary: Neal is taught a secret language. Writen for a prompt fromdaria234 , Neal - Flower.
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Neal has always loved flowers, from the biggest, showiest dahlias and roses to the humble daisies and purple thistles and black-eyed susans that grew along the highway. When he was seven years old and deeply, deeply in love with his second grade teacher, Miss Harper, he picked a bouquet of flowers (even though everyone said they were weeds) to give to her on the last day of school. He had wanted to sneak into the classroom and leave them for her during recess, but she was sitting at the big desk in the front of the room sorting through papers.
"Neal - why aren't you outside playing? It's the last day and you should be with your friends." Ms Harper had the sweetest voice, soft and low and gentle, and even though some of the kids called her fat, Neal thought she was perfect.
Neal shuffled his feet, his hands behind his back. "I, uh, wanted to give you these." He held out the bouquet and his apple cheeks burned red. They were weeds, now wilted and stupid looking and he wanted to just die of shame.
"Oh, Neal - how lovely, how utterly lovely." Miss Harper gently pried the flowers out of Neal's death grip. "What do we have here?"
Neal didn't say anything, his tongue felt ten sizes bigger than his mouth and he was sure his face was beet red.
Miss Harper smiled and lay the flowers down on the desk. "Do you know that flowers have meanings?"
Neal just shook his head. "Like words in a dictionary?"
"Yes - just like that. And when you give flowers, can tell a story."
"What do my flowers say?" Neal bit his lip - these weren't flowers, they were weeds.
"Well - you have some lavender here - it smells pretty, doesn't it?" She held out a sprig for Neal to sniff. "Lavender means Devotion."
Neal nodded in complete solemnity.
"And you have a lot of daisies, which mean faith and good cheer and loyal ... affection."
Neal's eyes grew wide.
"And dandelions...those are for flirts like you, young Mr. Caffrey." She brushed the yellow flowers under his chin.
"Flirts?"
"Little boys who make all the girls like them." She sorted though the remaining flowers and pulled out a single wilted branch of purple flowers.
"Oh! My favorite - purple lilacs." She took a deep sniff.
"What do they mean, Miss Harper?" Neal whispered, his chest was all tight and hurty.
She gave Neal the sweetest smile he had ever seen. "They mean first love, my dear."
Author:
elrhiarhodan Fandom: White Collar
Rating: G
Characters: Neal Caffrey, OFC
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~ 425
Summary: Neal is taught a secret language. Writen for a prompt from
daria234 , Neal - Flower.Neal has always loved flowers, from the biggest, showiest dahlias and roses to the humble daisies and purple thistles and black-eyed susans that grew along the highway. When he was seven years old and deeply, deeply in love with his second grade teacher, Miss Harper, he picked a bouquet of flowers (even though everyone said they were weeds) to give to her on the last day of school. He had wanted to sneak into the classroom and leave them for her during recess, but she was sitting at the big desk in the front of the room sorting through papers.
"Neal - why aren't you outside playing? It's the last day and you should be with your friends." Ms Harper had the sweetest voice, soft and low and gentle, and even though some of the kids called her fat, Neal thought she was perfect.
Neal shuffled his feet, his hands behind his back. "I, uh, wanted to give you these." He held out the bouquet and his apple cheeks burned red. They were weeds, now wilted and stupid looking and he wanted to just die of shame.
"Oh, Neal - how lovely, how utterly lovely." Miss Harper gently pried the flowers out of Neal's death grip. "What do we have here?"
Neal didn't say anything, his tongue felt ten sizes bigger than his mouth and he was sure his face was beet red.
Miss Harper smiled and lay the flowers down on the desk. "Do you know that flowers have meanings?"
Neal just shook his head. "Like words in a dictionary?"
"Yes - just like that. And when you give flowers, can tell a story."
"What do my flowers say?" Neal bit his lip - these weren't flowers, they were weeds.
"Well - you have some lavender here - it smells pretty, doesn't it?" She held out a sprig for Neal to sniff. "Lavender means Devotion."
Neal nodded in complete solemnity.
"And you have a lot of daisies, which mean faith and good cheer and loyal ... affection."
Neal's eyes grew wide.
"And dandelions...those are for flirts like you, young Mr. Caffrey." She brushed the yellow flowers under his chin.
"Flirts?"
"Little boys who make all the girls like them." She sorted though the remaining flowers and pulled out a single wilted branch of purple flowers.
"Oh! My favorite - purple lilacs." She took a deep sniff.
"What do they mean, Miss Harper?" Neal whispered, his chest was all tight and hurty.
She gave Neal the sweetest smile he had ever seen. "They mean first love, my dear."
FIN
