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rainbowfic2014-02-11 07:49 pm
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2014-02-11 07:49 pm
Entry tags:
Iceberg #11
Name: Greenling
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Iceberg #11 (Ice Skating)
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 303
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Set between arcs 1 and 2, Jaymie takes his daughter out to a rink. A slightly edited version of the meme fic. Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The rink was solidly mediocre: cleanish rental skates, neither empty nor crowded with people, tiny refreshment stand. It was all Jayme could think to expect, really. He'd gotten a pair of skates because Wendy had given him a sad look, but he had no intention of getting out there and flopping around. If she wanted to do it, she could, and he'd stay sitting down somewhere reading the news on his phone and trying not to feel old. It wasn't even that he was old, really, so much as having gotten back to Portland all of a week ago and not wanting to think too hard about the "adventure" he'd had over Christmas. Maybe that was why she wanted to get out so much; where he was just tired, she was probably restless.
He rubbed his eyes underneath his sunglasses. It was a little too dark in the rink to see the phone's screen that well, but the glow of his eyes created stupid amounts of glare. That had been an annoying realization, the first time he'd managed to keep them off for more than a minute or so.
(He was getting better at that, slowly.)
So instead he watched Wendy for a while. She was doing pretty well out there, turning easily, swinging around in little circles that flung her hair around under her little knit hat. He wasn't clumsy, but he sure as hell couldn't do that. It seemed effortless, though when she skated closer, she looked tense. Her lips were pressed in a thin line, and he could tell she was concentrating. She was really into it.
Was she really into skating? Was that a thing he'd missed? He sat his phone down on his lap and frowned. Then something caught his attention on the other side of the rink.
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Iceberg #11 (Ice Skating)
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 303
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Set between arcs 1 and 2, Jaymie takes his daughter out to a rink. A slightly edited version of the meme fic. Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The rink was solidly mediocre: cleanish rental skates, neither empty nor crowded with people, tiny refreshment stand. It was all Jayme could think to expect, really. He'd gotten a pair of skates because Wendy had given him a sad look, but he had no intention of getting out there and flopping around. If she wanted to do it, she could, and he'd stay sitting down somewhere reading the news on his phone and trying not to feel old. It wasn't even that he was old, really, so much as having gotten back to Portland all of a week ago and not wanting to think too hard about the "adventure" he'd had over Christmas. Maybe that was why she wanted to get out so much; where he was just tired, she was probably restless.
He rubbed his eyes underneath his sunglasses. It was a little too dark in the rink to see the phone's screen that well, but the glow of his eyes created stupid amounts of glare. That had been an annoying realization, the first time he'd managed to keep them off for more than a minute or so.
(He was getting better at that, slowly.)
So instead he watched Wendy for a while. She was doing pretty well out there, turning easily, swinging around in little circles that flung her hair around under her little knit hat. He wasn't clumsy, but he sure as hell couldn't do that. It seemed effortless, though when she skated closer, she looked tense. Her lips were pressed in a thin line, and he could tell she was concentrating. She was really into it.
Was she really into skating? Was that a thing he'd missed? He sat his phone down on his lap and frowned. Then something caught his attention on the other side of the rink.
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What caught his attention?
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Thanks for reading.
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Share the /other/ reasons for Jaymie's very physical cold swallow there~. Although, I'll have you know I'm happy with his bit of a chill for what he does and doesn't know.
(I've had good luck cutting ahead with user-request shorts as far as under-developed characters lately, but I'm not sure if you're into that.)
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Other reasons for the bit at the end you mean?
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Wait. Unless an interpretive dance would better communicate my enthusiasm. Let me know!