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rainbowfic2012-10-26 11:41 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2012-10-26 11:41 pm
Russet 13, Harvest Gold 13: Balance
Title: Balance
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Russet 13 (gossamer), harvest gold 13 (equinox)
Supplies and Materials: Bichromatic, modeling clay (test), chalk (this picture), novelty beads (serious thought sloth) (concentrate on the serious thought part).
Word Count: 526
Rating: G
Summary: Aaron and Clara cuddle.
Warnings: none
Notes: Some cuddling, forjustice_turtle and cotton candy bingo, prompt "Hot Beverage." Three more Harvest Gold to go!
Eight months she'd been dating Aaron; eight happy, comfortable months sliding through the seasons. The world was yellowing now, vibrant greens shifting to browns and oranges, one last gasp of color before the winter whites and grays set in. It had been a cold year, and that bleakness had already settled on the city; buildings standing stark against the sky, trees leafless and skeletal against graying clouds. So she and Aaron had gone up to his family's lake house in Connecticut for the weekend, just the two of them.
Clara was so pleased the weather had chosen to cooperate. It was much too cold to swim, of course, but picnics were still an option, and in the evening the two of them sat on the lake house porch, snuggling on the bench swing, hot cocoa to keep them warm. Last night they'd talked quietly as the sun set and brilliant colors flared across the horizon-- now Clara sat out there alone, swathed in a blanket with a book in her chilled hands, watching the last threads of orange and red sink beneath the weight of purple twilight.
She was going to miss all this color when they went back to the city tomorrow.
"Hey," Aaron said from behind her, the door flapping closed beneath his words. "I brought you some hot chocolate."
"Thanks," she said, and rolled her head back on the swing to look back up at him. He smiled down at her, then walked around the swing and nudged gently at her shoulder with his hip, his hands being occupied with mugs.
"Move over?"
She didn't reply, just edged over to make room and held the blanket out for him. It took some awkward maneuvering, but he managed to wedge himself in without spilling anything. Clara flipped the edge of the blanket over his shoulder and took her mug from him, then settled comfortably in against his side. He was big and warm and solid, and they'd spent hours out here yesterday, just talking and kissing lazily, hand in hand, entwined. If she was lucky, tonight would be more of the same. She wrapped her hands around her mug and let the warmth seep into her bones, tucked herself against Aaron and let his live heat fill her up.
"You know," Aaron said suddenly, "Tuesday is the autumnal equinox. Twelve hours of daylight, twelve of night."
"Yeah?" She tilted her head and met his eyes, his lashes absurdly long in the half-twilight. "What's that mean?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought it was kind of neat."
"It is actually," and it was, the idea of it. The world, the whole world, balanced perfectly between light and dark, between seasons, between breaths. In the half-light now she could picture it, holding her breath trembling on the brink of something deeper, more real. A drop of hot chocolate swelling on the lip of a mug, mouths just a hair apart, a gossamer strand winding tighter and tighter until...
She let her breath out. Aaron turned and kissed the top of her head.
Until what, she didn't know.
But she was willing to find out.
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Russet 13 (gossamer), harvest gold 13 (equinox)
Supplies and Materials: Bichromatic, modeling clay (test), chalk (this picture), novelty beads (serious thought sloth) (concentrate on the serious thought part).
Word Count: 526
Rating: G
Summary: Aaron and Clara cuddle.
Warnings: none
Notes: Some cuddling, for
justice_turtle and cotton candy bingo, prompt "Hot Beverage." Three more Harvest Gold to go!Eight months she'd been dating Aaron; eight happy, comfortable months sliding through the seasons. The world was yellowing now, vibrant greens shifting to browns and oranges, one last gasp of color before the winter whites and grays set in. It had been a cold year, and that bleakness had already settled on the city; buildings standing stark against the sky, trees leafless and skeletal against graying clouds. So she and Aaron had gone up to his family's lake house in Connecticut for the weekend, just the two of them.
Clara was so pleased the weather had chosen to cooperate. It was much too cold to swim, of course, but picnics were still an option, and in the evening the two of them sat on the lake house porch, snuggling on the bench swing, hot cocoa to keep them warm. Last night they'd talked quietly as the sun set and brilliant colors flared across the horizon-- now Clara sat out there alone, swathed in a blanket with a book in her chilled hands, watching the last threads of orange and red sink beneath the weight of purple twilight.
She was going to miss all this color when they went back to the city tomorrow.
"Hey," Aaron said from behind her, the door flapping closed beneath his words. "I brought you some hot chocolate."
"Thanks," she said, and rolled her head back on the swing to look back up at him. He smiled down at her, then walked around the swing and nudged gently at her shoulder with his hip, his hands being occupied with mugs.
"Move over?"
She didn't reply, just edged over to make room and held the blanket out for him. It took some awkward maneuvering, but he managed to wedge himself in without spilling anything. Clara flipped the edge of the blanket over his shoulder and took her mug from him, then settled comfortably in against his side. He was big and warm and solid, and they'd spent hours out here yesterday, just talking and kissing lazily, hand in hand, entwined. If she was lucky, tonight would be more of the same. She wrapped her hands around her mug and let the warmth seep into her bones, tucked herself against Aaron and let his live heat fill her up.
"You know," Aaron said suddenly, "Tuesday is the autumnal equinox. Twelve hours of daylight, twelve of night."
"Yeah?" She tilted her head and met his eyes, his lashes absurdly long in the half-twilight. "What's that mean?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought it was kind of neat."
"It is actually," and it was, the idea of it. The world, the whole world, balanced perfectly between light and dark, between seasons, between breaths. In the half-light now she could picture it, holding her breath trembling on the brink of something deeper, more real. A drop of hot chocolate swelling on the lip of a mug, mouths just a hair apart, a gossamer strand winding tighter and tighter until...
She let her breath out. Aaron turned and kissed the top of her head.
Until what, she didn't know.
But she was willing to find out.
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And the description here, of the colors and the interactions, they're all so neatly pricked into being, these perfect little notes up until...
:D
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I'm usually a baaaaaaaaad influence, so this makes me so happy to hear. Thank you!