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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The sun-observing marigold (15/20)

[merryghoul]

It was still cold outside a week later. It was December, after all. But things were different. The fog was gone. It wasn’t known if the fog still lingered in some parts of Britain. But it certainly was gone from London and the East End.

The sun was shining. Patsy and Delia looked at each other. After a delay, soon they would be leaving Nonnatus House for the final time. They were about to move into their own flat, their own place where they could openly be themselves without fear of being discovered by people that would disapprove of them.