𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 - ᵇᶰʰᵃ (formerly "flower petals")

larkspur - . 16

Originally, the larkspur was a flower that was classified within the genus Delphinium. Today, however, the flower is referred to as Consolida ambigua and Consolida orientalis, two flowers that are both grown and used as cut flowers and classified in the Consolida genus. The original classification of the plant as a Delphinium was because the flower buds on the plant look a lot like a dolphin – and Delphinium translates to the word "dolphin." Regardless of the genus classification, the plant earned the common name of larkspur because the elongated petals on each bloom look like spurs - typically, the hind claws of a lark. An old-fashioned annual flower, the larkspur has a variety of symbolic meanings. Most commonly, it is used to symbolize love, affection, and strong attachment. However, it can also symbolize a desire to be humorous and for lightness. It can serve as a representation of a pure heart, too.

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Friday, 8:26 a.m. - the day of the acceptance letter

     A PURE, MILKY WHITE greeted the slightly dulled [e/c] hue of your half-lidded eyes, unrelenting and unforgiving as it blinded you. Your right hand weakly twitched, folding in on itself and clenching into a fist before releasing just as quickly, the process repeated a few times before you sighed. How long had it been? You were curious, but much too tired to search the room for another being. Your entire body felt lethargic, the simple act of creating a fist pushing you further into sleep. Just as your eyelids began to flutter downward, you heard a door open followed by a soft gasp.

     "You're awake!" a youthful, feminine voice rang out, forcing you to open your eyes and face the blinding lights of what you assumed to be a hospital. It felt far too similar to the aftermath of the entrance exam, and happened much too close to that event for your liking. Your body had just recovered from that, and now you had put it under even more stress. Recovery Girl would surely be scolding you if she saw you like this.

     "I have to go get Hawks!"

     "W-Wait ... miss," you groaned, attempting to reach a hand toward her, though you were quickly pulled back by various iv's.

      The young woman, a brunette with pale blue eyes, turned her body back toward you, quickly telling you not to move so much, "Did you need something? I should really be getting Hawks or the head doctor right now," she fretted, hands waving about.

     Why did you want her attention again? You couldn't remember anymore, your expression souring as a bitter taste invaded your mouth.

     "... How long?"

     "E-Eh?"

     You sighed again, brows furrowing, "How long have I been out?"

     "O-Oh, maybe about twelve hours or so? It's currently Friday morning," she nodded toward you quickly, scampering out the door before you could ask her where your phone was.

     Something was happening Friday right? You recalled something important was supposed to happen, but your mind was too fuzzy to recollect. Glancing toward a table that sat directly to your right, your eyes caught sight of the mini backpack you had been carrying, a small cheer playing in your mind. My phone! Reaching toward the fabric, it took you a good few minutes before you caught one of the straps within your fingers, yanking the entire pouch toward you. Finally having access to your phone, you were met with a large quantity of missed calls and texts, your heart rate reaching a new high as you read them. Granted, it was just Katsuki and Shinsou that had your number at this point, but still.