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wintersday) wrote2020-11-08 08:38 pm
wintersday) wrote2020-11-08 08:38 pm
Fic: Wind, Sand, Sun, Storm
Title: Wind, Sand, Sun, Storm
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Rose/Kanaya
Wordcount: 200
Rating: PG
POV: Second person
Summary: The Sylph of Space creates a gift for her wife.
It’s a lovely planet, if somewhat small, as these things go: windswept dunes, sandstone bluffs painted in hues of rose and tawny gold, all the sunlight a terrifying creature of the day such as yourself might desire. There’s certainly nothing wrong with it, except perhaps insufficient cloud coverage to suit Rose’s more gothic inclinations. But there’s something missing, in the midst of all this deep, still quiet –
Ah. Of course.
You close your eyes and concentrate. Nothing obvious changes except, after a moment, a small scalebeast skittering over your foot, seeking shelter beneath a nearby rock.
Yes, you think. Perfect.
.
The house you share with Rose is usually airy, full of light. Now, the downpour sweeps the desert, unceasing, and life takes shelter where it can: barkbeasts in their dens, scaled creatures in the crevices of the world – and your wife who lingers at the window, silhouetted by lightning. Rose knows how to set a scene.
“We have been woefully imprisoned,” she says, “by weather. How shall we resolve this quandary?”
She turns, smiling slow, her hand extended. You can tell she has a few ideas.
Outside, the rain continues; what had been sparse will soon be riotous with bloom.
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Rose/Kanaya
Wordcount: 200
Rating: PG
POV: Second person
Summary: The Sylph of Space creates a gift for her wife.
It’s a lovely planet, if somewhat small, as these things go: windswept dunes, sandstone bluffs painted in hues of rose and tawny gold, all the sunlight a terrifying creature of the day such as yourself might desire. There’s certainly nothing wrong with it, except perhaps insufficient cloud coverage to suit Rose’s more gothic inclinations. But there’s something missing, in the midst of all this deep, still quiet –
Ah. Of course.
You close your eyes and concentrate. Nothing obvious changes except, after a moment, a small scalebeast skittering over your foot, seeking shelter beneath a nearby rock.
Yes, you think. Perfect.
.
The house you share with Rose is usually airy, full of light. Now, the downpour sweeps the desert, unceasing, and life takes shelter where it can: barkbeasts in their dens, scaled creatures in the crevices of the world – and your wife who lingers at the window, silhouetted by lightning. Rose knows how to set a scene.
“We have been woefully imprisoned,” she says, “by weather. How shall we resolve this quandary?”
She turns, smiling slow, her hand extended. You can tell she has a few ideas.
Outside, the rain continues; what had been sparse will soon be riotous with bloom.