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day 3: flowers and tattoos
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you look at your shoulder and see the beginnings of a flower blooming. it's something orange, and it has vines extending to your wrist.
a google search shows it to be called a trumpet vine. google says it means waiting. +
day 3: flowers and tattoos
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you look at your shoulder and see the beginnings of a flower blooming. it's something orange, and it has vines extending to your wrist.
a google search shows it to be called a trumpet vine. google says it means waiting. +
you wonder why is this your soul mark. you're 13, and by the time you turn 16, your flower should be in full bloom. is that why?
well, it's whatever. it doesn't get in the way of volleyball anyway, so there's nothing to worry.
the flowers slowly bloom propagate, as if they+
well, it's whatever. it doesn't get in the way of volleyball anyway, so there's nothing to worry.
the flowers slowly bloom propagate, as if they+
were real and sentient, deciding to pepper your right arm in small orange flowers and green leaves to the point a flower has grown past your wrist. when you spike, you see the flower on your hand before you ever see the ball first.
the change is jarring. suddenly there's +
the change is jarring. suddenly there's +
a permanent orange color in your line of sight when before it was mostly red, white, green, blue, yellow, and sometimes, brown.
you eye your exposed knees and trail your eyes lower, seeing your own hydrangeas wrapped around your ankles. you wonder if anyone has them yet.+
you eye your exposed knees and trail your eyes lower, seeing your own hydrangeas wrapped around your ankles. you wonder if anyone has them yet.+
when you're 16, the flowers on your arm have stopped propagating, but have not fully bloomed.
you're 17 when you meet hinata shoyo and see how your orange flowers are supposed to look like. you see your hydrangeas beginning to bloom on another pair of legs and you realize, +
you're 17 when you meet hinata shoyo and see how your orange flowers are supposed to look like. you see your hydrangeas beginning to bloom on another pair of legs and you realize, +
oh, maybe you have the flower of waiting because your soulmate is younger. you both have to be 16 to see your flowers in bloom after all.
people notice when you play against each other, but you don't care. it's an experience seeing–playing–with someone who practically mirrors+
people notice when you play against each other, but you don't care. it's an experience seeing–playing–with someone who practically mirrors+
you, and you dont pay attention to the whispers and eyes when you're too focused watching thr orange on your hand and how it matches the orange speckled arm across the court.
you think the orange matches his hair. you wonder if he thinks the white hydrangeas match yours. +
you think the orange matches his hair. you wonder if he thinks the white hydrangeas match yours. +
you play and play and the feeling is different. he's not your first nor will he be your last opponent, but you want to keep playing with him anyway. against him, for him, with him.
but then it's over all too soon. he's falling to the ground and your orange meets wood when+
but then it's over all too soon. he's falling to the ground and your orange meets wood when+
he refuses to get up properly and you feel something tug at your heartstrings. your right arm starts to burn with the force of a thousand needles pricking and before you can stop yourself, you yell at his retreating figure:
"hinata shoyo! ill be waiting for you!"
"hinata shoyo! ill be waiting for you!"
and you do.
you wait six years.
the orange flowers bloom fully when you're 18. they dont feel like it though until you're 23.
you see the fully bloomed white flowers on hinatas ankles the day of the jackadlers match, and as you watch him soar through the air and+
you wait six years.
the orange flowers bloom fully when you're 18. they dont feel like it though until you're 23.
you see the fully bloomed white flowers on hinatas ankles the day of the jackadlers match, and as you watch him soar through the air and+
dig for receives, you wonder if he feels the same.
when he wins and boasts about his win to your teammate, his former setter, you think how fitting it is for you two to be bonded like this.
with trumpet vines, waiting, and six years. with white hydrangeas that meant to be+
when he wins and boasts about his win to your teammate, his former setter, you think how fitting it is for you two to be bonded like this.
with trumpet vines, waiting, and six years. with white hydrangeas that meant to be+
boastful, graceful and abundant, as you both stand winners on that court.
when you two finally stand on the same side of the court, you relish in the how there's more orange in your immediate line of sight now. you wonder if he feels the same with white.
when you two finally stand on the same side of the court, you relish in the how there's more orange in your immediate line of sight now. you wonder if he feels the same with white.
