Femslashficlets table: The Language of Flowers (complete)

[merryghoul]

Yeah, so I let actual voting on the latest femslashficlets table pass me by, and even then, I would’ve voted on "90s songs."

Anyway, without digging myself into a bigger hole, I decided to claim this table so I could write Call the Midwife fic. This could all change! But for the moment I’ve claimed Patsy/Delia. Fills in threaded comments, I guess.

Update, January 7: It is done. It’ll take me a while to format this for AO3, but I’ll mark the claim as complete in a couple of days at the comm.

1.	baby's breath	2.	bleeding heart	3.	calla lily	4.	carnation	5.	chrysanthemum
6.	daffodil	7.	dahlia	8.	daisy	9.	delphinium	10.	hyacinth
11.	iris	12.	lilac	13.	marigold	14.	morning glory	15.	narcissus
16.	poppy	17.	ranunculus	18.	rose	19.	sunflower	20.	tulip

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[merryghoul]

8. daisy

not a native of our soil (9/20)

[merryghoul]

After several hours, Delia came back from work. Patsy checked to make sure no one was passing by their room. Once they knew the coast was clear, they embraced each other, giving each other a peck on the lips.

They looked outside their window. The fog still lingered outside. “How long did they say the fog in 1952 last?” Patsy asked Delia.

“Four days.”

“I guess we’re stuck here for about a week.”

“But I know how to make the most of it. I think you do too,” Delia said, nudging Patsy in her ribs.

Patsy knew what she meant.