The Language of Flowers [Yahiko & Kagami]
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“Oh, do they?” Yahiko lifts his eyes to glimpse just a corner of one of the flowers across his forehead. He remembers Konan had once mentioned such a thing to him before, though at the time it had seemed silly to him that flowers would have a “language.” As far as he knew, they couldn’t speak. But this stranger’s explanation uncovers a new angle to the word, and his eyes brighten with his enlightenment.
“So what do these mean?” he asks with a playful laugh and a finger flick toward the wreath. “Flowers have a hard time growing where I’m from, so I’m afraid I don’t even know the kinds you’ve given me.”
Pausing thoughtfully, he brings a hand to his chin and looks the other man over again.
“But if they’re intended to be a message then… are you just a messenger?”
Had Konan sent them? he almost asked, but held his tongue for fear of coming off as too foolish. Why would she send him flowers? And why spend the coin it surely cost to do so?













