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rainbowfic2012-08-06 11:33 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-06 11:33 pm
Orange 2, Lawn Green 2: Fireworks
Author: Kat
Title: Fireworks
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Orange 2 (orange-blue contrast), lawn green 2 (lemonade)
Supplies and Materials: Yarn (this video), beading wire (this picture), glitter (this picture), chalk (Fireworks above the Olympic stadium).
Word Count: 180
Rating: G.
Summary: Aaron and Clara on vacation, or, when Clara first knew she'd marry him.
Warnings: none
Notes: From the celebratory memes, forisana.
The sky deepened into darkness, the orange sun sinking into blue twilight, fireflies drawing abstract pictures against the deeper blackness of the trees and the river. Clara snuggled into Aaron's side, and picked up the pitcher he'd brought out. "Want more lemonade?"
He shook his head, his chin brushing her hair. "No, I'm good. The fireworks should start any minute."
She set the pitcher down and wound her hand into his, tilting her head back to look at the stars. "This was a good idea," she said, squeezing his hand. "Thank you."
"It's just fireworks," he said, and she knew he was blushing.
She smiled, turned to kiss his shoulder. "It's more than that," she started, but just then a burst of red and green exploded above the treeline, followed by orange and blue, purple and yellow, sparks falling to earth like tiny jewels, or shooting stars. She gave up trying to talk, and nestled closer, gasping as a silver-gold starburst showered light over the trees.
It was so much more than just fireworks.
But she could tell him later.
Title: Fireworks
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Orange 2 (orange-blue contrast), lawn green 2 (lemonade)
Supplies and Materials: Yarn (this video), beading wire (this picture), glitter (this picture), chalk (Fireworks above the Olympic stadium).
Word Count: 180
Rating: G.
Summary: Aaron and Clara on vacation, or, when Clara first knew she'd marry him.
Warnings: none
Notes: From the celebratory memes, for
isana.The sky deepened into darkness, the orange sun sinking into blue twilight, fireflies drawing abstract pictures against the deeper blackness of the trees and the river. Clara snuggled into Aaron's side, and picked up the pitcher he'd brought out. "Want more lemonade?"
He shook his head, his chin brushing her hair. "No, I'm good. The fireworks should start any minute."
She set the pitcher down and wound her hand into his, tilting her head back to look at the stars. "This was a good idea," she said, squeezing his hand. "Thank you."
"It's just fireworks," he said, and she knew he was blushing.
She smiled, turned to kiss his shoulder. "It's more than that," she started, but just then a burst of red and green exploded above the treeline, followed by orange and blue, purple and yellow, sparks falling to earth like tiny jewels, or shooting stars. She gave up trying to talk, and nestled closer, gasping as a silver-gold starburst showered light over the trees.
It was so much more than just fireworks.
But she could tell him later.
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I love the imagery in this piece and how it highlights Aaron and Clara's affection. Lovely job.
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SQUEEEEEEEEEE. You crammed everything I like about summer into 180 works. I can smell the summer!
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Thank you!