𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 - ᵇᶰʰᵃ (formerly "flower petals")

barberry - . 17

Barberries are flowers, or shrubs, representing perhaps one of the hardest days of the week; associated with being in limbo, Wednesday proves to be a rather difficult day - signaling that though you have accomplished much, you are still far from the metaphorical finish line. In the language of flowers, however, barberries are said to convey sourness of temper and sharpness. This sharpness is attributed to long thorns that adorn the plant, making it a preferred plant for lining pedestrian walkways to restrict access. In homeopathic medicine, barberry is the most widely used herbal remedy for kidney pain and stones. In addition to this, the plant is also known for its anti-oxidant properties, though despite its usefulness and potency it provides an offputting, unpleasant aura due to its thorns.

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Saturday, 9:26 a.m.

A PALE, CREAMY TAUPE welcomed your gaze, the unfamiliar color kissed by the subtle sunlight breaking through a nearby window's untied curtains. In a state of grogginess due to having just awoken, your veins were flooded with both confusion and soreness, gentle hands massaging your temples. Where were you? The room was baren, merely containing a bed with white, ruffled sheets, an empty closet, and a dresser with a simple lamp. Upon further inspection, though, you noticed a few cardboard boxes lying against the wall closest to the door. The walls lacked the familiarity of your own, as well as the medical equipment that would have been in the previous day's hospital. Carefully bringing your legs over the side of the, admittingly, comfortable bed, you glanced toward your arms to be greeted with a dull white. A few splotches of red ink littered the bandages covering the once torn skin, though the bleeding had, very obviously, lessened since your quirk was last used. A soft sigh escaped you before your frame stiffened considerably upon hearing a not-so-soft knocking at the door, [e/c] eyes growing wide and mildly panicked.

"Oi, [l/n], you good in there?" a voice rang out, eventually muttering a soft "what if she isn't even awake" to themselves.

Ah, Hawks, you recalled. You were in the guest bedroom of one of Hawks' apartments. Slowly but surely, the events of the previous day came back to you; after receiving your acceptance letter, you were quickly released from the hospital due to your vitals returning to normal (though the doctors found this rather surprising given how much blood had been lost). Hawks had taken you back to your place, despite your protest, to retrieve some of your belongings. After all, you would be under the winged man's protection from now on - or at least until it was deemed safe for you to return to your own home (you had fallen asleep shortly after this, as the whole ordeal had taken quite the toll on your body). Quite frankly, you thought it was sudden and surprising, but he appeared nice enough, so what's the worst that could happen?

A lot, actually, but let's not dwell on that too much.

After all, it felt rather nice to be under someone's care again. You liked to consider yourself independent, but you were still human, and a teen no less - having guidance was more than welcomed, especially from someone of such high standing. Yes, he was a bit ... childish, perhaps, but there was some sort of unforeseen intelligence in his golden eyes.

"A-Ah, I'm awake!" you called, standing up in a frenzy and hoping he wouldn't enter the room, as you were merely wearing an oversized shirt and undergarments.

"Oh, sweet! I've gotta take you to see someone, so get dressed, yeah? We can get food then too!"

"... last time you mentioned food, I ended up never getting any."