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rainbowfic2013-03-10 12:18 am
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Russet #11, Dove White #2, Dove Grey #29
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Courtship Ritual
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Russet #11. flax [Golden. but common.], Dove White #2. We marry children who have grown up and still rejoice in being children, especially if we're creative., Dove Grey #29. There is a period for hope and one for mourning.
Supplies and Materials: paint-by-numbers (from Kelly), bichromatic, canvas (982 FY), brush (de reigueur), feathers, fabric, novelty beads (We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give. - Winston Churchill), glitter ("I believe that all anyone really wants in this life is to sit in peace and eat a sandwich." – Tina Fey as Liz Lemon in 30 Rock)
Word Count: 258
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz, Dallu
Warnings: Background allusions to sexytimes, nothing shown
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
One thing that Dallu loved about the Islands was the fruit. Not that there wasn't any at home, but it lacked the sheer variety and color of what he'd found here.
His favorite were pineapples. Nearly the size of his head, spiky and off-putting enough that he wondered who the hell had been brave enough to try eating one the first time. Whoever it was, though, had his gratitude, because the sharp-sweet fruit inside was amazing.
And maybe it was because fruit was less common at home, but it was a sort of...not ritual, but the best way to declare your interest in a young lady for something permanent and special was to give her fruit. So, naturally, because it was his favorite and because it suited her so perfectly--sharp but sweet, and unique in his experience--Dallu brought Taz a pineapple, as soon as he was sure he wanted to try his luck.
Once she figured out what it was for, to his horror, she started laughing.
"Oh, darlin', you're sweet," she said. "But you do know those grow everywhere, don't you?"
He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't actually mocking him, so he decided to give as good as he got. "Well, if you don't want it, more for me."
Which made her laugh harder, and hold the pineapple almost possessively close.
Later that night, when they had time alone together and were sprawled in her bunk, feeding each other chunks of it off her knife, Dallu knew he'd played it exactly right.
Story: Courtship Ritual
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Russet #11. flax [Golden. but common.], Dove White #2. We marry children who have grown up and still rejoice in being children, especially if we're creative., Dove Grey #29. There is a period for hope and one for mourning.
Supplies and Materials: paint-by-numbers (from Kelly), bichromatic, canvas (982 FY), brush (de reigueur), feathers, fabric, novelty beads (We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give. - Winston Churchill), glitter ("I believe that all anyone really wants in this life is to sit in peace and eat a sandwich." – Tina Fey as Liz Lemon in 30 Rock)
Word Count: 258
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz, Dallu
Warnings: Background allusions to sexytimes, nothing shown
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
One thing that Dallu loved about the Islands was the fruit. Not that there wasn't any at home, but it lacked the sheer variety and color of what he'd found here.
His favorite were pineapples. Nearly the size of his head, spiky and off-putting enough that he wondered who the hell had been brave enough to try eating one the first time. Whoever it was, though, had his gratitude, because the sharp-sweet fruit inside was amazing.
And maybe it was because fruit was less common at home, but it was a sort of...not ritual, but the best way to declare your interest in a young lady for something permanent and special was to give her fruit. So, naturally, because it was his favorite and because it suited her so perfectly--sharp but sweet, and unique in his experience--Dallu brought Taz a pineapple, as soon as he was sure he wanted to try his luck.
Once she figured out what it was for, to his horror, she started laughing.
"Oh, darlin', you're sweet," she said. "But you do know those grow everywhere, don't you?"
He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't actually mocking him, so he decided to give as good as he got. "Well, if you don't want it, more for me."
Which made her laugh harder, and hold the pineapple almost possessively close.
Later that night, when they had time alone together and were sprawled in her bunk, feeding each other chunks of it off her knife, Dallu knew he'd played it exactly right.
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No, I wasn't. I don't actually have a Cabaret soundtrack...does it mention pineapples?
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Indeed not :D