Tony finds out that Stephen loves getting flowers but no one ever gives him any. They always give him alcohol or books or Harry Potter stuff. The books are nice but just once he would like to get flowers.
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There were imposing larkspurs and boastful daffodils. Vibrant begonias and simple daisies. Cheerful sunflowers and pale pastel Canterbury bells.
Flowers were everywhere. On the coffee table. In the alcove. Next to the window seat. Above the hearth. They lacked the space for more and yet Tony Stark flung open the front door every Friday, shouted, “Honey, I’m home!” and held out a bouquet of flowers.
The rooms were pulsating with color. The air was rich with the delicate intertwining of different scents. It was paradise.
Stephen Strange loved flowers.
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There were lacy carnations and sickeningly sweet chrysanthemums. Flowing gladioli and delicate roses. Towering orchids and squat hydrangeas.
But above all, there were lilies. All sorts of lilies. Madonna and Easter and royal and stargazer lilies.
All of them the color of cream and snow and eggshell and ivory.
White.
It seemed wrong, to have so much white at a funeral.
Tony had hated white.
Stephen Strange hated flowers.
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