Some begonias, as well as some pink carnations, geraniums, larkspurs, and white tulips. To the side of the bouquet, nestled between clusters of yellow tulips and dozens of violets, sits a white lily, and even below that, just out of sight, a cluster of orange lilies, a blooming marigold, and a single zinnia. Look at all those flowers. She doesn't even hand them to him, instead throwing them at his feet and fleeing. - pxemi

BEGONIA: Warning
CARNATION (PINK): Protectiveness
GERANIUM: Respect
LARKSPUR: Familial affection
TULIP (WHITE): Forgiveness
TULIP (YELLOW): Insecurity
VIOLET: Loyalty
LILY (WHITE): Regret
LILY (ORANGE): Hatred
MARIGOLD: Jealousy
ZINNIA: Fear

  “Whoa, wait, Poe—!”

Too late. The little devil was already off and running, not even bothering to formally face him. (Although, he didn’t blame her. He could do no better in his position.)

The blond brought himself to his knees, to further inspect the flora at a closer distance. Beautiful flowers; some he was sure didn’t grow back in his old world, too. But it was the thought that counted, and he could feel the inner conflict Poemi was bearing as she brought these symbolic plants together as one. (One cluster, that is.) He dare not smile, but instead he brings the bouquet up in his hands, poking delicately at the larkspurs.

  “…You’re too nice to me, sis…”

              I don’t deserve it.