Harold supposed its name put him off a bit, honestly.
Narcissus just tended to clash with Harold's own general sense of... well, self-deprecation. As though giving something with that name would some how speak to Harold's disposition, too. Even now, subconsciously, he avoided the appearance of thinking too much of himself.
Harold Lee was a strange stick.
Inescapable, in spring; and beautiful, for all Harold's psychological oddness. The daffodils he'd found were such a rich shade as to be impossible to walk by in spite of the name.
The flower shone in rays from the stem, it seemed. The trumpet was a darker shade, tinged orange; the perianth a slightly more washed-out, sunny yellow hue. He liked the contrast.
Harold liked contrasts in general.
It struck him as he carefully harvested the flower, just why. The two colors spoke to him, beaming bright from the grass; binary suns.
Maybe it had a right to Narcissus, in that case.
Rich green stained his fingers as he twirled the stem in his hands, the petals dancing on the momentum of the turn.
No. No, it would make a fine gift, name and all.
Narcissus just tended to clash with Harold's own general sense of... well, self-deprecation. As though giving something with that name would some how speak to Harold's disposition, too. Even now, subconsciously, he avoided the appearance of thinking too much of himself.
Harold Lee was a strange stick.
Inescapable, in spring; and beautiful, for all Harold's psychological oddness. The daffodils he'd found were such a rich shade as to be impossible to walk by in spite of the name.
The flower shone in rays from the stem, it seemed. The trumpet was a darker shade, tinged orange; the perianth a slightly more washed-out, sunny yellow hue. He liked the contrast.
Harold liked contrasts in general.
It struck him as he carefully harvested the flower, just why. The two colors spoke to him, beaming bright from the grass; binary suns.
Maybe it had a right to Narcissus, in that case.
Rich green stained his fingers as he twirled the stem in his hands, the petals dancing on the momentum of the turn.
No. No, it would make a fine gift, name and all.