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verse: Cactus Flower
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writerverse
prompt: Phase #4: Track B: Challenge #27: Weekly Quick Fic ("flower")
word count: 164
pairing: Mariel/Aya
rating: G
summary: In which Mariel's mind is in two places simultaneously, but Aya is perfectly content.
notes: giving myself cavities with my writing this morning…
Aya and Mariel walked through the fields not far from town as the sun rose. For all that Aya giggled and simpered and stepped delicately through the morning dew, she was surefooted; born and bred out here in the west, she was imbued with a toughness of spirit unknown in the comfortable, cluttered parlors of the east coast.
Aya had never known anything different, but this morning, Mariel's mind was in Utah and Massachusetts; idly, she dreamed of dressing in a proper suit and walking Ms Scarlett through the exquisite gardens in the spring.
She would take Aya to the public library, which now Mariel had only seen in pictures. There must be more books in that building than in all of Utah.
Absently, Mariel stopped to pick a daisy from the field. She reached out and took Aya by the hand and slipped the flower behind her ear. Aya smiled. Their simple life was enough for her, and that was enough for Mariel.
title: Seaside Sunrise
verse: Cactus Flower
community:writerverse
prompt: Phase #4: Track B: Challenge #27: Weekly Quick Fic ("dawn")
word count: 368
pairing: Mariel/Aya
rating: G
summary: In which Mariel's mind is in two places simultaneously, but Aya is perfectly content.
notes: at this point, all of the characters should just be considered to be completely different people from their canon counterparts who just happen to share the same name.
Mariel shifted slightly, balanced under the weight of Aya Scarlett and her voluminous skirts. The dress is heavier than Ms Scarlett, thought Mariel, but she didn't stop to complain. They were nearly to the seaside after walking through the night.
"Have you ever seen the ocean?" asked Mariel one evening along their way to Boston.
Aya laughed and shook her head that night. "Never in my life, sailor."
How strange, Mariel thought, to have never seen the ocean.
She didn't love the ocean or it's irresistible pull, but until she ran away out west, it had crashed ceaselessly on the shore and in the harbor and she imagined she could smell it even when she walked through the dappled sunlight of the Public Garden. The salt smell crept into every corner of her old life, until she fled to landlocked Utah.
Now they were getting closer, and the seawater scent filled the air. The waves lapped just on the edge of hearing as the sun rose up before them.
"Close your eyes," said Mariel as Aya slid from her back, "and follow me."
Mariel lead Aya delicately through the tangle of city streets, unfamiliar to her feet now that she had grown used to the wide open skies of the west. She found her footing again before long as she took Aya by the hand.
"Here we are," said Mariel, standing on the edge of land, unwilling to step from solid ground onto the dock that rocked and bobbed with the motion of the waves.
"Can I open my eyes?" asked Aya, rocking on her feet impatiently.
"Not yet," said Mariel. Aya leaned against her and waited for the signal.
The sun peeked up over the ocean's edge and turned the whole sea gold. "Now," said Mariel. Aya opened her eyes and gasped aloud.
"Oh, sailor," she breathed, taken in by the beauty. "How could you ever leave a sight like this?" She couldn't take her eyes away from the vision, clear morning sunlight sparkling across the water that reflected a cloudless, perfect sky.
"I found a sight prettier out west," said Mariel with a shrug, and she put her arm around Aya's waist to watch the sunrise.
verse: Cactus Flower
community:
writerverse prompt: Phase #4: Track B: Challenge #27: Weekly Quick Fic ("flower")
word count: 164
pairing: Mariel/Aya
rating: G
summary: In which Mariel's mind is in two places simultaneously, but Aya is perfectly content.
notes: giving myself cavities with my writing this morning…
Aya and Mariel walked through the fields not far from town as the sun rose. For all that Aya giggled and simpered and stepped delicately through the morning dew, she was surefooted; born and bred out here in the west, she was imbued with a toughness of spirit unknown in the comfortable, cluttered parlors of the east coast.
Aya had never known anything different, but this morning, Mariel's mind was in Utah and Massachusetts; idly, she dreamed of dressing in a proper suit and walking Ms Scarlett through the exquisite gardens in the spring.
She would take Aya to the public library, which now Mariel had only seen in pictures. There must be more books in that building than in all of Utah.
Absently, Mariel stopped to pick a daisy from the field. She reached out and took Aya by the hand and slipped the flower behind her ear. Aya smiled. Their simple life was enough for her, and that was enough for Mariel.
title: Seaside Sunrise
verse: Cactus Flower
community:
writerverse prompt: Phase #4: Track B: Challenge #27: Weekly Quick Fic ("dawn")
word count: 368
pairing: Mariel/Aya
rating: G
summary: In which Mariel's mind is in two places simultaneously, but Aya is perfectly content.
notes: at this point, all of the characters should just be considered to be completely different people from their canon counterparts who just happen to share the same name.
Mariel shifted slightly, balanced under the weight of Aya Scarlett and her voluminous skirts. The dress is heavier than Ms Scarlett, thought Mariel, but she didn't stop to complain. They were nearly to the seaside after walking through the night.
"Have you ever seen the ocean?" asked Mariel one evening along their way to Boston.
Aya laughed and shook her head that night. "Never in my life, sailor."
How strange, Mariel thought, to have never seen the ocean.
She didn't love the ocean or it's irresistible pull, but until she ran away out west, it had crashed ceaselessly on the shore and in the harbor and she imagined she could smell it even when she walked through the dappled sunlight of the Public Garden. The salt smell crept into every corner of her old life, until she fled to landlocked Utah.
Now they were getting closer, and the seawater scent filled the air. The waves lapped just on the edge of hearing as the sun rose up before them.
"Close your eyes," said Mariel as Aya slid from her back, "and follow me."
Mariel lead Aya delicately through the tangle of city streets, unfamiliar to her feet now that she had grown used to the wide open skies of the west. She found her footing again before long as she took Aya by the hand.
"Here we are," said Mariel, standing on the edge of land, unwilling to step from solid ground onto the dock that rocked and bobbed with the motion of the waves.
"Can I open my eyes?" asked Aya, rocking on her feet impatiently.
"Not yet," said Mariel. Aya leaned against her and waited for the signal.
The sun peeked up over the ocean's edge and turned the whole sea gold. "Now," said Mariel. Aya opened her eyes and gasped aloud.
"Oh, sailor," she breathed, taken in by the beauty. "How could you ever leave a sight like this?" She couldn't take her eyes away from the vision, clear morning sunlight sparkling across the water that reflected a cloudless, perfect sky.
"I found a sight prettier out west," said Mariel with a shrug, and she put her arm around Aya's waist to watch the sunrise.
