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wintersday) wrote2022-04-17 10:43 pm
wintersday) wrote2022-04-17 10:43 pm
Entry tags:
- character: homestuck: dave,
- character: homestuck: jade,
- character: homestuck: june,
- character: homestuck: rose,
- fandom: homestuck: homestuck,
- fanfic,
- fanfic: length: under 1k,
- fanfic: rating: pg,
- fanfic: type: gen,
- format: drabble sequence,
- trope: fairy tale elements,
- trope: friendship,
- trope: hanahaki,
- trope: loneliness
Fic: Paper Wings
Title: Paper Wings
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Jade, June, Rose, Dave
Wordcount: 413 words
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary: There was once a girl on an island… (Hanahaki as fairy-tale)
There was once a girl on an island. She had a wolf with a shining coat for a guardian, and knew a secret door to a golden palace, and she kept a garden full of so many flowers that they got into her lungs and took root there.
Every day, she walked the beaches and looked out at the blue ocean, and she tried to smile, but she knew there was something inside her that shouldn’t be. She could feel it in her lungs and near her heart, unfurling, stealing her breath to grow.
Once there was a princess in exile. She didn’t know her true name yet, or even that she was royalty, but she knew the sound of the wind through the trees in a town where every house looked the same, and it was such a lonely sound that one day she decided to write that wind a letter. She folded it into a bird-shape and let it fly from the highest window, holding her jokes, her hopes, but not her fears. It had to be light enough – and it was – for the breeze to catch it and carry it away.
There lived a girl in a mansion long ago whose mother had fallen under an enchantment, and she had all she desired, but very little that she loved. It was her way to sit at her window, watching storms lash the forest below, for such melancholy pastimes seemed to her fitting, and it was on such a night that the wind blew a scrap of paper into her hands – not trash, but a message. She let the water-damaged paper dry, then set it loose again, bearing a few lines of her masterwork and a raven-feather token for the next reader.
Once there was a boy in a tower. He had a sword for a birthright and a room of bottles for keeping strange things, and on the hot, dull day when a note fell from the sky, he hid it in one of them – after adding strangeness of his own. The feather he held, until his guardian’s shadow fell across him. Then he let the wind take it – and found himself lighter, rising on dark wings. But a glass bottle is heavy for a crow. When he reached the ocean, he let it fall, knowing it would find its way.
Once, a girl on an island found a bottle full of words written for strangers.
And she could breathe.
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Jade, June, Rose, Dave
Wordcount: 413 words
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary: There was once a girl on an island… (Hanahaki as fairy-tale)
There was once a girl on an island. She had a wolf with a shining coat for a guardian, and knew a secret door to a golden palace, and she kept a garden full of so many flowers that they got into her lungs and took root there.
Every day, she walked the beaches and looked out at the blue ocean, and she tried to smile, but she knew there was something inside her that shouldn’t be. She could feel it in her lungs and near her heart, unfurling, stealing her breath to grow.
Once there was a princess in exile. She didn’t know her true name yet, or even that she was royalty, but she knew the sound of the wind through the trees in a town where every house looked the same, and it was such a lonely sound that one day she decided to write that wind a letter. She folded it into a bird-shape and let it fly from the highest window, holding her jokes, her hopes, but not her fears. It had to be light enough – and it was – for the breeze to catch it and carry it away.
There lived a girl in a mansion long ago whose mother had fallen under an enchantment, and she had all she desired, but very little that she loved. It was her way to sit at her window, watching storms lash the forest below, for such melancholy pastimes seemed to her fitting, and it was on such a night that the wind blew a scrap of paper into her hands – not trash, but a message. She let the water-damaged paper dry, then set it loose again, bearing a few lines of her masterwork and a raven-feather token for the next reader.
Once there was a boy in a tower. He had a sword for a birthright and a room of bottles for keeping strange things, and on the hot, dull day when a note fell from the sky, he hid it in one of them – after adding strangeness of his own. The feather he held, until his guardian’s shadow fell across him. Then he let the wind take it – and found himself lighter, rising on dark wings. But a glass bottle is heavy for a crow. When he reached the ocean, he let it fall, knowing it would find its way.
Once, a girl on an island found a bottle full of words written for strangers.
And she could breathe.