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rainbowfic2019-05-04 05:44 pm
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Tequila Rose #2, Daffodil #1, True Blue #11
Name: Dray
Story:everwood
Colors: Tequila Rose 2) We'd fire no guns; shed no tears, Daffodil 1) April Showers True Blue 11) Sympathy
Supplies and Styles: Pastels (fluffbingo "Protect"), Glue "You may feel as if you are living in the lap of luxury, even when you are in the simplest of surroundings today. The deciding factor isn’t the things in your environment; it’s the glow radiating from your warm heart."
Word Count: 858
Rating: PG
Warnings:
Notes: Daphne and Boyce's early relationship
Daphne lifted her face to the rain, felt her oak's leaves shifting under the downpour. Beneath her boughs, there was less water, but not none, and she flicked a glance to the miserable human who was huddled under a tarp, trying to use her for shelter. "You'd do better to embrace it," she slipped off of a low-hanging branch, touching the loamy ground with bark-hard toes.
"Not a fan of being soaked to the bone," the man replied, looking up at her with something between remorse and yearning.
"There are so many things so different between us," she sighed, dropping into a squat so that she could lift the edge of his waxed tarp to look at him. He was strange and pink and darkly haired, with big, beautiful brown eyes and a soft smile. She had been along for so long that she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed company, and though she'd been told time and time again that humans were dangerous, she couldn't bring herself to believe it. He'd barely lit a match since she'd met him, and had sworn to put away the axe she'd spotted him carrying the first day they'd met.
She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips, letting the warmth of his mouth linger for a time as she lifted her fingers to his bearded chin. "I guess it's worthwhile, staying warm like that, to stay dry. Here." She drew a hand back and felt her oak--an extension of her, or vice versa, maybe--shift and shiver as branches twisted and leaves stiffened. The rain became a distant noise, the heavier drips of water shedding around them as best as could be managed with the living resources at hand. "Now, come out of there, will you?"
The man carefully slid his tarp back, skeptical, and he dragged his eyes off of her to look up at the shield of leaves. "Glad I never chopped your tree down after all," he muttered, sighing.
Daphne snorted and pulled him to his feet, her strength not entirely unexpected now, but her impetuousness always a surprise. The man staggered and then leaned against the trunk, sighing again, casting a look her way from under heavy brows. Daphne planted a hand on either side of him and brushed her nose against his, grinning. "You're so grumpy when it rains, Boyce, this is a time to celebrate."
"Can't say why," he replied, but his tone had lightened somewhat, her presence so close having an obvious calming effect. He slipped an arm around her back, his rain-dampened fingers running up and down her spine.
Daphne nuzzled against his cheek and kissed him again, hoping for--and getting--a little noise of appreciation. She rested a chin against his shoulder and snuggled in close, listening to the rain for a while in one of those long pauses that he seemed to understand so well. "This time of year has always been important for... me, for my people." She hadn't given him a lot of information about the other dryads, torn between a deep enjoyment of his company and the knowledge that others of his kind had been so deeply inimical with hers. "Winter is always difficult, but the rain, it's warm... the world is waking up, the new life of leaves soaking in the warmer sunlight... everything changes." She slipped a hand down his front, amused and annoyed by the layers of cloth he wore. Boyce and his fixation on warmth, she didn't understand, but she knew it was important to him.
"Same for... for humans," he responded, after a pause for thought. "We don't hibernate, but sticking it out through the winter can be tough. S'why I was hoping to build a cabin before the next one..."
She felt a cooling between them, and pulled away a little to look him in the face. His eyes were downcast, turned away, and Daphne could sense the embarrassment there, the warring desire for comfort. She couldn't quite understand why he clung to this fixation on shelter, but she bit her lip on a retort and thought about it. Humans had a horrifying way of chopping trees down to live within them, but maybe it was some kind of curse; dryads lived within their trees, too, especially when hibernating. That need for warmth and comfort and shelter must have something to do with a severed connection. She could only feel sympathy for him when she thought about it like that--he had no home tree. Of course life was hard for him. "There are other ways to feel at home," she said, waiting for his eyes to meet hers. "With my copse, it was hard to feel alone... with you, I could be anywhere and feel very comfortable."
Boyce huffed a laugh and finally looked at her, eye to eye. "What are you trying to tell me?"
"I think I've found a way or two to keep you warm and dry, is all."
"Well, not dry," Boyce replied, but he'd relaxed again, and slipped his big arms around her pale waist. "Warm, though, I'll take that in the rain."
Story:
everwoodColors: Tequila Rose 2) We'd fire no guns; shed no tears, Daffodil 1) April Showers True Blue 11) Sympathy
Supplies and Styles: Pastels (
fluffbingo "Protect"), Glue "You may feel as if you are living in the lap of luxury, even when you are in the simplest of surroundings today. The deciding factor isn’t the things in your environment; it’s the glow radiating from your warm heart."Word Count: 858
Rating: PG
Warnings:
Notes: Daphne and Boyce's early relationship
Daphne lifted her face to the rain, felt her oak's leaves shifting under the downpour. Beneath her boughs, there was less water, but not none, and she flicked a glance to the miserable human who was huddled under a tarp, trying to use her for shelter. "You'd do better to embrace it," she slipped off of a low-hanging branch, touching the loamy ground with bark-hard toes.
"Not a fan of being soaked to the bone," the man replied, looking up at her with something between remorse and yearning.
"There are so many things so different between us," she sighed, dropping into a squat so that she could lift the edge of his waxed tarp to look at him. He was strange and pink and darkly haired, with big, beautiful brown eyes and a soft smile. She had been along for so long that she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed company, and though she'd been told time and time again that humans were dangerous, she couldn't bring herself to believe it. He'd barely lit a match since she'd met him, and had sworn to put away the axe she'd spotted him carrying the first day they'd met.
She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips, letting the warmth of his mouth linger for a time as she lifted her fingers to his bearded chin. "I guess it's worthwhile, staying warm like that, to stay dry. Here." She drew a hand back and felt her oak--an extension of her, or vice versa, maybe--shift and shiver as branches twisted and leaves stiffened. The rain became a distant noise, the heavier drips of water shedding around them as best as could be managed with the living resources at hand. "Now, come out of there, will you?"
The man carefully slid his tarp back, skeptical, and he dragged his eyes off of her to look up at the shield of leaves. "Glad I never chopped your tree down after all," he muttered, sighing.
Daphne snorted and pulled him to his feet, her strength not entirely unexpected now, but her impetuousness always a surprise. The man staggered and then leaned against the trunk, sighing again, casting a look her way from under heavy brows. Daphne planted a hand on either side of him and brushed her nose against his, grinning. "You're so grumpy when it rains, Boyce, this is a time to celebrate."
"Can't say why," he replied, but his tone had lightened somewhat, her presence so close having an obvious calming effect. He slipped an arm around her back, his rain-dampened fingers running up and down her spine.
Daphne nuzzled against his cheek and kissed him again, hoping for--and getting--a little noise of appreciation. She rested a chin against his shoulder and snuggled in close, listening to the rain for a while in one of those long pauses that he seemed to understand so well. "This time of year has always been important for... me, for my people." She hadn't given him a lot of information about the other dryads, torn between a deep enjoyment of his company and the knowledge that others of his kind had been so deeply inimical with hers. "Winter is always difficult, but the rain, it's warm... the world is waking up, the new life of leaves soaking in the warmer sunlight... everything changes." She slipped a hand down his front, amused and annoyed by the layers of cloth he wore. Boyce and his fixation on warmth, she didn't understand, but she knew it was important to him.
"Same for... for humans," he responded, after a pause for thought. "We don't hibernate, but sticking it out through the winter can be tough. S'why I was hoping to build a cabin before the next one..."
She felt a cooling between them, and pulled away a little to look him in the face. His eyes were downcast, turned away, and Daphne could sense the embarrassment there, the warring desire for comfort. She couldn't quite understand why he clung to this fixation on shelter, but she bit her lip on a retort and thought about it. Humans had a horrifying way of chopping trees down to live within them, but maybe it was some kind of curse; dryads lived within their trees, too, especially when hibernating. That need for warmth and comfort and shelter must have something to do with a severed connection. She could only feel sympathy for him when she thought about it like that--he had no home tree. Of course life was hard for him. "There are other ways to feel at home," she said, waiting for his eyes to meet hers. "With my copse, it was hard to feel alone... with you, I could be anywhere and feel very comfortable."
Boyce huffed a laugh and finally looked at her, eye to eye. "What are you trying to tell me?"
"I think I've found a way or two to keep you warm and dry, is all."
"Well, not dry," Boyce replied, but he'd relaxed again, and slipped his big arms around her pale waist. "Warm, though, I'll take that in the rain."