I see a lot of witches drying rose petals for floral arrangements or even making rose water from them. Please keep in mind that roses grown for florists are over treated with pesticides and fertilizers. Anything made from these petals isn’t safe to ingest.
If you’re doing work that requires making a rose preparation for ingestion or topical application that will be absorbed into the skin, you’ll want to get rose petals from a shop that sells for these purposes.
Or grow your own organically. Old fashioned varieties rather than the hybrid teas you see in flower arrangements are usually grown for these purposes because they grown more easily without intense treatments.
The apple symbolism is very rich and interesting. Indeed, it is found in many religions, popular cultures and legends. Apples can symbolize good (love and beauty), but also evil (sin, temptation and discord) through the famous name of “forbidden fruit”.
Cersei - Pomegranate:
The pomegranate fruit has been used throughout history and in virtually every religion as a symbol of humanity’s central beliefs and ideals, namely, life and death, rebirth and eternal life, fertility and marriage, and abundance.
Dany - Orange Rose:
With their blazing hidden power, orange roses are the embodiment of desire and enthusiasm. Orange roses often symbolize passion and excitement and are an expression of fervent romance.
Jon - White Rose:
White roses represent innocence and purity and are traditionally associated with marriages and new beginnings. The white rose is also a symbol of honor and reverence, and white rose arrangements are often used as an expression of Innocence, Purity, Secrecy, remembrance.
Arya - Ranunculus:
Also known as Buttercup and Coyote’s Eyes, legend has it that the mythological Coyote was tossing his eyes up in the air and catching them when Eagle snatched them. Unable to see, Coyote created eyes from the buttercup. In the language of flowers, a bouquet of ranunculus says, “I am dazzled by your charms.”
Tyrion - Peony:
The peony is significant both historically and mythological, and thus is tied to many different meanings and symbols. Common peony meanings include romance, prosperity, good fortune, a happy marriage, riches, honor, and compassion — but peonies can also mean bashfulness.
So it’s their first date after Remus, as a stuttering mess
and completely red in the face, manages to ask Sirius out on a date. They’ve
been dancing around each other for so long now and their friends are just about
ready to pull their hairs out from so
much sexual tension and flirting and oh my god we know you’re not together yet
but please get a room!
But they get there eventually. Eventually. It only took them
six bloody years. They get to the first date. Okay. The first date. Nothing to
panic about. They’ve known each other for so long and it’s just a first date.
It’s not that big of a change. Nothing to worry about, right?
Remus ends up getting flowers. He’s not really one for
overtly large signs of affection but this is Sirius and overtly large signs of affection is practically his
middle name. So he gets flowers; a dozen roses all arranged in a beautiful
bouquet that probably costs way more than it should. And a candlelit dinner for
two at a fancy restaurant. And tickets to that muggle movie that’s Sirius
adores. It’s going to be perfect. It is. He’s planned every little detail.
Sirius, on the other hand, is panicking. He doesn’t
know what to do, doesn’t even know what to wear. It’s their first date and he
doesn’t know what to wear. Remus refuses to tell him where they’re even going
and oh god, what if he’s horribly underdressed? What if he embarrasses Remus
and it ends up in a horrible disaster and everything becomes awkward after
that? Okay, no. He manages to calm himself down enough to fix his hair and look
presentable. (Smart Casual’s a good idea. A button down shirt and some jeans.
Definitely not robes. Remus seems partial to muggle establishments. And smart
casual works anywhere. Not too formal and not too… casual). He decides to get
flowers, a dozen roses in a perfect bouquet, because what kind of date would he
be if he didn’t get flowers?
Remus turns up at 6 o’clock on the dot. Well, turns up
is a strong word considering that they already live together, but he knocks at
the door to Sirius’ room exactly on time. Sirius opens the door, hair slicked
back with a black leather jacket, jeans that are much too tight (and definitely
not the ones that makes Remus blush brighter than a tomato), and a nice-ish
shirt. Remus has to fight to keep a straight face and not look like the lovesick idiot that he is. His heart is beating
madly in his chest.
(What he doesn’t know is the solid two hours Sirius
spent as an absolute whirlwind in his room, frantically trying on and
subsequently throwing away articles of clothing. Sirius purposefully opened his
door in the smallest way possible because his room looks as if a tornado ran
through it and danced the salsa and hell if
he even lets Remus see that)
‘So what do you plan to do with me, Lupin,’ he asks.
Don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t panic, screams a voice in his head in a
distinctly panicky voice.
Remus almost forgets what he’s going to say for a
moment because Sirius looks… well, he looks like Sirius Black, hottest man alive
and he thought he was prepared for this but man, but he is most definitely very
not prepared for this. ‘Uhmm,’ he says.
Sirius smiles because Remus is blushing and he’d always
adored that particular shade of red he turns to. He resists the urge to kiss the
tip of his nose and chase the blush away. On impulse, he takes Remus’ hand with
his. It’s a first date, right? Hand holding is good for a first date, right?
Hand holding he can do, at any rate.
Remus relaxes under Sirius’ touch. He can do this. He
is doing this. This will be the best date of his life and it already is because
this is Sirius and how can there be anyone better than him?
‘I’m going to give you the best time of your life,’ he
They’re well into dessert, hands
entwined on the table while the other struggles with the spoon, when they
realize what’s missing.
‘I got you flowers,’ they blurt out
at the same time.
‘It’s in my room,’ Sirius tells
Remus. ‘I was throwing around so much stuff that I’m afraid I buried it under
my clothes or something.’
‘I think I left it on my dresser,’
Remus says. And they both laugh.
‘I’m sure they’re very lovely,’
‘The best,’ Remus says. ‘They’re
the best flowers you’re ever going to see.’
They haven’t let go of each other’s
hands yet. Sirius smiles, and his eyes are shining.
What do Yuuri and Viktor give each other for Valentine's day?
Valentine’s Day is huge is Russia; the ads on tv spend a month leading up to it, every corner shop is filled with huge displays of red and pink hearts, and more importantly, everyone is talking about it.
Victor tries to hold back, he does. But he’s never had someone he’s wanted to spend Valentine’s day with before. He also just assumes that Yuuri feels the same way.
He wakes Yuuri up the morning of the 14th with soft kisses all over his face and body after spending a half hour making the fluffiest omelette ever.
“Mmmn, Victor, just let me sleep,” he groans and rolls over. Victor isn’t put off by it, though, because Yuuri’s never been a morning person. All it takes is a few more involved kisses to wake his sleeping beauty.
Yuuri eyes breakfast skeptically, squinting at it through sleepy eyes and scratching at his stomach as he tries to wake up. His hair is flattened on one side and he’s forgotten his glasses in the bedroom. He’s the picture of perfection to Victor, though, because he’s living here, with Victor, in his apartment. He couldn’t ask for more.
Except, maybe, an acknowledgement of what day it is, maybe? A ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Victor!’ in that cheerful voice he loves so much. Yuuri just grunts out a ‘this is good, thanks’, to breakfast and devours it quickly, spending the extra five minutes he would have spent getting his cereal ready in the shower waking up.
Which is fine, because if that’s what makes Yuuri happy today, it makes Victor happy too. But he’s made a mistake, because although Yuuri lived in the States for years, it seems there are some Japanese traditions that are hard to shake. Yuuri celebrating Valentine’s like Victor does is one of those things.
He’s skeptical of the flowers Victor presents him with before they leave in the morning. He frowns the whole time as he fills up a vase with water (it’s actually a large beer mug because apparently Victor’s never saved any of the vases that have come with flowers before), and arranges the flowers in it, setting it in the middle of kitchen island.
“Maccachin won’t eat them, will he?” Yuuri asks, still frowning. Victor scowls at his poodle, knowing full well if he’s left unattended with them there will probably be nothing but stems left.
“I was going to bring him to the rink today anyway,” Victor says, clipping the leash that’s hating up by the door to his collar.
Yuuri doesn’t smile, either, when Victor presents him a cute little toy cat holding a heart. “Is this one of Yurio’s?” He asks, putting it on the bench without so much as glancing at it.
Victor pouts for the first half hour of their skate until he has a brilliant idea. He’ll get Yuuri to perform his Eros routine. He has the music on his phone still, and it’s sure to get Yuuri in the mood.
But as soon as the music starts, Yuuri glares at him. “Victor!” He hisses. “I’m not doing that for you right now. Not with everyone watching.” He skips to the next song, refusing to even give Victor a glimpse of that daringly sexy persona.
It only gets worse.
“I have reservations for us tonight,” Victor mentions at lunch. “At this really romantic little bistro. They serve the best linguini this side of Italy.”
Yuuri, although he would probably never turn down a romantic dinner with Victor, frowns a little. “Oh. Really? I was planning on having a Skype call with Minako tonight,” he says. It takes some serious pouting to get Yuuri to go.
Even though he manages to get Yuuri to postpone his call until tomorrow, he still doesn’t seem to understand why they’re at the restaurant. He ignores the subtle decorations around them and proceeds to chatter away to Victor about rink gossip.
Victor was hoping that instead of a lighthearted conversation, they would be huddled over the table together, hands entwined, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Just like everyone else in the restaurant seems to be doing.
He can’t be too angry, though, because Yuuri’s eyes sparkle in delight when he laughs about the newest girlfriend that’s dumped Georgi (right before Valentine’s too, wow, he has horrible luck).
The shining moment of the day, however, (and Victor’s kind of sad to admit it) is when Yuuri allows him to take his hand and walk home together with their fingers intertwined. But it’s something they do every night. He was hoping that Valentines would afford them some extra affection.
Yuuri even turns down a walk through the park on their way home. Too cold. Whatever that means. It’s -5, it’s practically t-shirt weather.
Victor’s a little put out by the time they get home, so he doesn’t even scold Maccachin who’s chewed on two of the roses in the arrangement already. He gives himself a little pep talk, Yuuri’s been colder than this to him before. He just needs to be patient. Sometimes his fiancé needs some time to warm up.
He still has three things up his sleeve still, so to speak. First, there’s the chocolate he’s been saving for desert, second, a nice pair of gold cufflinks that he’s sure Yuuri will like, an third, clean sheets on the bed and a whole night free to dirty them.
He doesn’t even get past the first one. “Supper was great,” Yuuri says, stretching as Victor digs out the small box of chocolates he’s kept hidden in the fridge where neither Yuuri or Maccachin can find them. “But now I’m exhausted. I think I’m going to go to bed early?”
“What?” Victor asks, dropping the box of chocolates on the counter.
“Hmm?” Yuuri yawns. “I’m going to bed. Are you staying up?”
He has to be doing this on purpose, Victor’s sure. There’s no other explanation. Yuuri’s the night owl between the two of them. He rarely goes to bed early. And on a night like tonight? When everyone else in Russia is sharing tender moments with their loved ones? It hurts.
Victor wants to throw a fit. It’s his first proper Valentine’s day and it’s gone exactly the opposite of how he’s planned. He should have spent half the day kissing Yuuri. Instead he’s been rebutted at every advance. There’s no point in storming out now, though. He’s just going to have to accept that Yuuri doesn’t like romantic gestures. It’s something he’s going to have to learn to live with.
“Wait,” Yuuri says, finally looking at the box of chocolates on the counter. “Chocolate?” He has a puzzled look for a second, confused as to why Victor’s allowed guilty pleasure food in the house, until realization seems to dawn on him. He hastily pulls out his phone, checking the date. “Is it-” he starts.
“Valentine’s, yeah.” Victor pouts.
“Oh my god.” Yuuri says, staring at Victor. “So today you were -”
Victor just grits his teeth so he doesn’t say anything rude. He can’t get angry at Yuuri for not remembering the date, can he?
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” He exclaims, slapping his hands on the countertop. “I had no idea.”
“No idea.” Victor repeats. Really? Was Yuuri that oblivious.
“No, I-” he pauses, like he doesn’t know how to explain himself. “It’s just… Valentine’s day in Japan, well, it’s usually the girls who give chocolate. There isn’t all this-” He gestures with his hands to the apartment, to the flowers sitting between them. “And the men, they don’t- not until…”
Victor licks his lips. He probably should have read up on Japanese traditions.
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri says softly when Victor doesn’t say anything. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
Victor’s eyes slide from the chocolate to Yuuri to the bedroom. He doesn’t need to say anything else.
Exactly a month later, Victor’s woken up by soft kisses before his alarm goes off. “Viiiiictor,” Yuuri breathes against his cheek.
“Mmmnn?” Victor moans, blinking awake. He squints at Yuuri in the low light of the room.
“Happy White’s Day,” Yuuri says without pre-amble, holding out a box of chocolates for Victor. “I promise that next year we’ll celebrate Valentine’s how you want. But for now, let’s please use today as a replacement.”