#flower note

[burgundymistress]

[botanic-art]

Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower and draws all good things towards you. Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

[solo-blaine-blog]

[Before leaving off to class at an ungodly hour, Kurt took obsessive care in leaving a vase of tulips angled at just the right angle on Blaine’s dresser, and propped an envelope scrawled over with a large “READ ME" against the glass. He kissed his shoulder, smoothed back his hair, then kick-stumbled his boots on on his way out the door.]

Blaine,

I’m sorry about this week. I don’t want us to have that relationship of just sweeping things under rugs, and yet that was what I was going to do, admittedly, but you were right with what you said yesterday. There’s things we aren’t saying. My half is, I didn’t want to feel like your consolation prize. And I didn’t, until I very recently did. I’ll always want to be what you choose and what you need, and it kills me knowing there’s things in life that just can’t be changed to suit fantasies like that.

In the interests of honesty, I hate feeling powerless and I hate being denied control of something so important to me; Your well-being is important to me because you are important to me. Always were and always will be. As it goes, failure to maintain a submissive’s happiness is flaw on a Dominant’s part, not coming up to par on the job description, etc. etc. I’m working on reevaluating all of that because, obviously, general guidelines don’t really apply to the real world where variables shift and no one person is the same. You’re the person I choose to be with, so I mean to adapt. I shouldn’t try to fix you, you shouldn’t try to fix me, and we click together.

I hope you don’t hold my current lack of courage against me for too long, because… that would very frankly blow. Your hugs are drugs, and I’m addicted. And if you don’t, which would be very admirably gracious and forgiving of you, maybe we could stand to take a day out of every other week just to talk? No distractions, just you and me, and we can share how things are going for us as two separate people, and how things are going for us as partners in crime. We can figure something out.

I apologize for the drama of this. Said lack of courage just makes writing easier than speaking, and I may or may not be half asleep. So, in conclusion, I love you. And I know we’ll never touch perfect perfection, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yours, Kurt.

As per usual, it took Blaine several minutes just to wrap his brain around the idea of being awake again. He stretched out under the covers, hands flailing when he realized he was alone in bed and he wasn't going to accidentally Kurt in the face. He blinked open his eyes, confused by the bright colors directly in his line of sight. The sub scrubbed a hand over his eyes, trying to make things clearer, before moving closer to the vase to examine the bright tulips. The flowers brought a smile to his face, which remained even as he opened the envelope. 

He read through the note quickly once, then again, just to be sure. Blaine gently folded the paper up and set it back on his nightstand, laying back down to take a moment for his sleep-slow brain to figure things out. After a long moment he picked up his phone and sent out a text, hoping it was eloquent despite his early morning haze. He dropped the phone on his bed when he was finished and turned to lay on his side, staring at the flowers until he had to get up.

[botanic-art]

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow. John Lennon

[botanic-art]

“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” ― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

[botanic-art]

“Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.” ― Georgia O'Keeffe

[botanic-art]

“She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned