meta/headcanon: daisies

[bonnefois]

Miss Pauling’s favorite flowers used to be roses. They were thick and lush, an excellent way to hide weapons, with thorns that could easily be poisoned.

However, this changed on the day that Scout gave her a fistful of daisies, with stems torn uneven, and no poison or thorns to be found. Just his smile, slightly crooked, and oh so hopeful as he held them out to her. Everything had gone wrong that day until that moment. The stems were sticky and wet with blood and sweat.

For the first time, they weren’t just hired killers, but something more. And as she took the stems in her hands, she considered something else in her life besides burying bodies.