Call the Midwife Ficlet: Bouquet
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kat_lair***
Title: Bouquet
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Call the Midwife
Pairing: Delia Busby/Patsy Mount
Tags: Ficlet, Spring, Flowers
Rating: G
Word count: 198
Summary: Patsy starts scoping out flowers as early as February.
Author notes: Fifth of my spring themed palate-cleanser ficlets. Prompt was 'flowers'.
Bouquet on AO3
Patsy starts scoping out flowers as early as February, finding little patches of public land or parks where crocuses and daffodils are shily peeking out between the piles of slush, and where no one will object if she picks a few here and there to make a little bouquet.
Spring bring abundance of choice; violets and tulips, primrose and bluebells. She admires the allotment gardens but never touches flowers that clearly belong to someone. There’s plenty to pick from the riverbanks and empty lots where greenery is holding strong against the progress of brig and mortar. Patsy keeps her bouquets small and self-made, leaving the tall, cultivated flowers the sisters get to the chapel alone even when there are spare.
Her bouquets, in all their messy, imperfect glory, always end up in the vase on Delia’s dresser. Sometimes Patsy manages to sneak them in when Delia is at work, and sometimes she ends up handing them to her personally. Both bring the same response, either immediately or later when they are alone; a soft smile and a softer kiss, Delia’s round cheeks dusted with pink, her happiness as beautiful, as precious, as any flower Patsy has ever seen.
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Title: Bouquet
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Call the Midwife
Pairing: Delia Busby/Patsy Mount
Tags: Ficlet, Spring, Flowers
Rating: G
Word count: 198
Summary: Patsy starts scoping out flowers as early as February.
Author notes: Fifth of my spring themed palate-cleanser ficlets. Prompt was 'flowers'.
Bouquet on AO3
Patsy starts scoping out flowers as early as February, finding little patches of public land or parks where crocuses and daffodils are shily peeking out between the piles of slush, and where no one will object if she picks a few here and there to make a little bouquet.
Spring bring abundance of choice; violets and tulips, primrose and bluebells. She admires the allotment gardens but never touches flowers that clearly belong to someone. There’s plenty to pick from the riverbanks and empty lots where greenery is holding strong against the progress of brig and mortar. Patsy keeps her bouquets small and self-made, leaving the tall, cultivated flowers the sisters get to the chapel alone even when there are spare.
Her bouquets, in all their messy, imperfect glory, always end up in the vase on Delia’s dresser. Sometimes Patsy manages to sneak them in when Delia is at work, and sometimes she ends up handing them to her personally. Both bring the same response, either immediately or later when they are alone; a soft smile and a softer kiss, Delia’s round cheeks dusted with pink, her happiness as beautiful, as precious, as any flower Patsy has ever seen.
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