I have a plant for a lover I swear.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s made of flesh and bone, but it’s like she just grew out of the soil.
Then again I guess it doesn’t help she can grow plants with a single touch does it?
An overly eccentric green thumb I call it. Better than saying it was a result of multiple tortuous lab experiments right?
I mean it makes her giggle.
Do I know what plant she would be? Nah. There’s too many for me to pinpoint, I know she would be some type of flower though.
She’s got her moments of blooming and closing up.
I refuse to talk about her closing up. I rarely see that side of her anymore and to talk about it would be jinxing myself.
When she’s at her peak, she blooms. Opening up and becoming vocal, not afraid to show she’s happy. She’ll tease and play around, and it’s wonderful to see. Running around and tending to her plants, baking sweet treats in the window. The house either smells like flowers, cookies, or brownies. Those are her go to baking items. It’s nice to see her be so lively. She’s not the flower on those days, to me she’s like a ray of sunshine caring for the plant. She’s warm, carefree, and seems to dance on air as she moves. Kindness flows through her along with happiness.
You can tell when you make her happy.
Yes, there’s the smiles, the giggles, the hugs, but there is one tell that I cannot stop adoring.
We’ll be cuddling, laughing and just having a wonderful time. But then out of the corner of my eye, on the edge of my sleeve, a tiny daisy sprouts.
Then I’ll slowly look around, and see small plants materializing around the two of us. Some on the couch, on the cushion pillows, and hell my clothes. She hasn’t even noticed yet, too busy laughing at me and just being happy.
She gets so happy that she’ll grow flowers near her from it. Like too much power built up in her and it just bursts out in waves of joy.
Plants have grown out of me before, but they’re relatively painless to remove.
It’s nice, the end of the day I pull them off of me and look at them.
Plants made out of pure happiness are bound to bring happiness to those who hold them. I can’t hold back a smile seeing them, knowing that I made her happy enough that she does that. It makes me ridiculously happy.
After I pull them off, she curls up close to me in bed, and falls asleep in my arms. It’s pure bliss. Lying in the dark, surrounded by her plants in the room (Would you really be surprised if I said there’s plants everywhere here?). The world is still, as I finally settle myself in. Pulling her in close to my arms, she smells like roses. No matter what, she smells like sweet roses, almost as if the scent’s embedded in her skin.
The next day I found her by the window. Rain falling and she rests her head on the sill.
“It’s a lovely day today,” She says wholeheartedly.
“Hm?” I heard the storm thunder and saw a lightning flash. How is she enjoying this?
“Everyone gets taken care of. The plants will be happy with it.”
“Taken care of?”
“Mhm, all the plants will be watered in this area, it’s a nice thing to know.”
She is an oddball with her words. Saying it like she’s the beating heart for all plants. But her voice is morning dew, so sweet and honey-filled. Full of calm and unwavering peace.
With that, she starts her morning routine, now dancing on air again, she’s sunshine on a rainy day. Moving back and forth as she places her plants out on the balcony.
I followed her out to the balcony, feeling the rain on my skin as I hugged her tightly from behind. She was gently holding a sprout, whispering gentle words to it. Slowly I saw it start to grow out, standing taller and taller. The bud developed and grew bigger until eventually it bloomed right in her hand.
“There we are… beautiful.” She smiled, gently letting go and letting it stand.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, planting a kiss on her cheek.
She giggled, then turned to look at me. Gently she cupped my face with her hands.
“You’re beautiful too.”
I quickly pulled her inside, getting us both out of the rain. Then I pressed a kiss against her lips. In that moment there was nothing more that I wanted than to just be with her. Nothing else mattered, and I would love to have the rest of my life filled with nothing but rainy mornings and happy flowers with her.
We parted, and I could see the blush on her face. Then she smiled.
“Good morning to you too.”
I gently pulled her over to the couch, where we spent the next hour curled up with each other. Her head laid on my chest as I whispered sweet praises into her ear.
Time goes on and I can’t help but adore her. She’s grown and wrapped around my heart like a vine. Every move she made captivated me more and more.
Yet I couldn’t ignore the increasing uneasiness I felt. I know her ability to grow plants was odd already, yet she never explained how or where it came from. Nor did she ever want to reveal how. If I questioned her she clams up, or changes the subject entirely.
It didn’t even seem like growing plants was the extent of it. I know I’ve joked about her being part plant, but that seemed to actually be true. I’ve caught her speaking to them in a different language, one I’ve never heard before.
When she has happy dreams, I see those little flowers bloom on me as a result. I could only imagine the extent of her powers, she’s never used them maliciously but… growing plants from any surface, including flesh. Her emotions seem to be tied to the plants she grows as well, there were her happy blooms, some would start wilting if she’s sad, her anger bloomed cacti or poison ivy.
It seemed to work in the reverse as well, I made the decision on our first date to bring her a bouquet of flowers, and she looked hurt. Seeing them cut like that, and later on she revealed to me she spent the evening regrowing roots for them so they could live again.
If she got out of control she could seriously hurt someone. I shuddered at the thought of her ripping someone apart using only vines.
Why do I think these things? She has been nothing but kind and loving. I thought back to earlier today, her humming a sweet tune as she baked some brownies. She was happy to see me as I wrapped my arms around her waist.
That girl was so sweet, yet I couldn’t shake off the feeling of her hiding something malicious, and it was all connected to her odd ability.