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rainbowfic2012-04-17 12:31 am
hamimi_fk) wrote in rainbowfic2012-04-17 12:31 am
Entry tags:
Sky Blue #1, Daffodil #8
Creator: Bat
Story: Waveguide
Title of this piece: My Favorite View
Colors: Sky Blue #1 (sky), Daffodil #8 (young love)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas; Feathers (Your character is described byherhis best friend.)
Word Count: 662
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild angst
Summary: Gina talks about her best friend.
A/N: This is set very much pre-canon as Nate and Gina (whom goes unnamed in this particular piece) are 12 years of age (they're 15 in canon). <.< And I'm a little late posting this, sorry (so the Feathers prompt is from last week, technically - does it still count? ._.;; ).
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I can't remember when I first met Nate, likely because it was when we were babies, but he's always been there in my life. A constant string that tied together all the important, and not so important, moments of my life. We shared first steps and baths together; tears and fears. Secrets and dreams were always favorite topics of discussion between us.
As little kids, whenever I fell, Nate was by my side in a heartbeat, checking to see if I was hurt and comforting me if I was. If I was stuck on a problem in school or didn't understand something, Nate would help me figure out the answers. We passed notes in class, silly messages and doodles of our classmates and teachers. It wasn't until we got a bit older, when we began to teeter on the cusp of adolescence, that Nate began to slowly grow away from me. We still shared laughs and lunch together and Nate was always by my side if I was in need, but there was a gap beginning to form between our flawless friendship.
Then his dad died when we were eleven.
Nate had always been a tough kid, determined and reckless in a fun sort of way, never malicious or mean unless someone really pushed him. After his dad died though, Nate shutdown and grew distant from everyone. He grew sad and preferred to be alone. Usually when I went to find him in one of our old hangout hiding spots, his golden eyes were flooded with tears that he tried not to let fall as he stared at this his father's goggles, the same ones he wore everyday since his father had fallen deathly ill.
For a time, I lost my best friend. The brother I never had. The love of my life. Nate was so many things to me. My world grew a little dimmer with him pulled away from me the way he was. My efforts to reach out and comfort my friend were met with slammed doors and silence. For the first time in my life, I was alone.
If it hadn't been for Nate's grandfather always finding some way to cheer him up, especially after his mother had thrown herself so heavily into her work as a doctor, Nate may never have returned to normal. Then one day he slipped on his father's goggles, sat down next to me, and smiled at me for the first time in over a year. I knew my best friend was back, though things felt different now, and yet nothing seemed amiss as we fell back into our old shared routines.
As a means of celebration, one day we slipped out of gardening duty and made our way to the Topside hatch. Nate's grandfather had taken him Topside many times growing up, teaching him how to waveboard, and while I always wanted to go, my parents never allowed me to do so. As it was my first time out under the sky, I was terrified by how large the sky was. I had seen it filtered through the special vents in the gardening area but this was so different. Through vents I couldn't see how endless the blue really was or knew how small one could feel while staring straight up at it.
The sky quickly became my second most favorite view in the world.
As I marveled at this world I knew more from word of mouth than experience, Nate took off on his waveboard, sandy wind blowing against our skins. Despite the sun being nearly blinding, Nate in the air is what what really shone to me. His long, brown hair seem to blend into the sky and though he wore his father's goggles to protect his eyes from the sand in the air, I knew they were twinkling, forever golden. Nate was the most amazing person anyone could ever know.
He was my most favorite view in the world.
Story: Waveguide
Title of this piece: My Favorite View
Colors: Sky Blue #1 (sky), Daffodil #8 (young love)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas; Feathers (Your character is described by
Word Count: 662
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild angst
Summary: Gina talks about her best friend.
A/N: This is set very much pre-canon as Nate and Gina (whom goes unnamed in this particular piece) are 12 years of age (they're 15 in canon). <.< And I'm a little late posting this, sorry (so the Feathers prompt is from last week, technically - does it still count? ._.;; ).
--
I can't remember when I first met Nate, likely because it was when we were babies, but he's always been there in my life. A constant string that tied together all the important, and not so important, moments of my life. We shared first steps and baths together; tears and fears. Secrets and dreams were always favorite topics of discussion between us.
As little kids, whenever I fell, Nate was by my side in a heartbeat, checking to see if I was hurt and comforting me if I was. If I was stuck on a problem in school or didn't understand something, Nate would help me figure out the answers. We passed notes in class, silly messages and doodles of our classmates and teachers. It wasn't until we got a bit older, when we began to teeter on the cusp of adolescence, that Nate began to slowly grow away from me. We still shared laughs and lunch together and Nate was always by my side if I was in need, but there was a gap beginning to form between our flawless friendship.
Then his dad died when we were eleven.
Nate had always been a tough kid, determined and reckless in a fun sort of way, never malicious or mean unless someone really pushed him. After his dad died though, Nate shutdown and grew distant from everyone. He grew sad and preferred to be alone. Usually when I went to find him in one of our old hangout hiding spots, his golden eyes were flooded with tears that he tried not to let fall as he stared at this his father's goggles, the same ones he wore everyday since his father had fallen deathly ill.
For a time, I lost my best friend. The brother I never had. The love of my life. Nate was so many things to me. My world grew a little dimmer with him pulled away from me the way he was. My efforts to reach out and comfort my friend were met with slammed doors and silence. For the first time in my life, I was alone.
If it hadn't been for Nate's grandfather always finding some way to cheer him up, especially after his mother had thrown herself so heavily into her work as a doctor, Nate may never have returned to normal. Then one day he slipped on his father's goggles, sat down next to me, and smiled at me for the first time in over a year. I knew my best friend was back, though things felt different now, and yet nothing seemed amiss as we fell back into our old shared routines.
As a means of celebration, one day we slipped out of gardening duty and made our way to the Topside hatch. Nate's grandfather had taken him Topside many times growing up, teaching him how to waveboard, and while I always wanted to go, my parents never allowed me to do so. As it was my first time out under the sky, I was terrified by how large the sky was. I had seen it filtered through the special vents in the gardening area but this was so different. Through vents I couldn't see how endless the blue really was or knew how small one could feel while staring straight up at it.
The sky quickly became my second most favorite view in the world.
As I marveled at this world I knew more from word of mouth than experience, Nate took off on his waveboard, sandy wind blowing against our skins. Despite the sun being nearly blinding, Nate in the air is what what really shone to me. His long, brown hair seem to blend into the sky and though he wore his father's goggles to protect his eyes from the sand in the air, I knew they were twinkling, forever golden. Nate was the most amazing person anyone could ever know.
He was my most favorite view in the world.
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