I'm going to go ahead and try my hand at a drabble prompt post! I am going to aim for a maximum turn around time of three days, so if I take longer, please feel free to poke me in the side
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It was a cold day in the Papay Fields. The skies were a dark, heavy gray, just a bare shade lighter than the dead wood of the trees. However, a swath of bright green, dotted with red, split through the depressing scene like a ribbon across a gravestone, ending where two people stood, each hard at work.
DG placed her numb hands against the bark of yet another tree. As the magic drained from her once again, she leaned over, resting her head against a limb. Through the tiny growing leaves, she could see Ambrose standing down the row of trees, plucking leaves and rolling them up to fit in his little glass vials.
She watched appreciatively as he stretched a long arm into the branches and plucked a ripe red fruit. It was so easy to imagine that same long arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against him, his lips brushing across her face, the bottom of his zipper pressing against her head...
But no, she realized, blinking as she fell out of her daydream. Ambrose didn't have a zipper anymore. And he would certainly never want her like that. Ever since the surgery, he had avoided her. While not quite rude, he had definitely become quieter around her, often answering her greetings with no more than a syllable or two before awkwardly leaving the room.
No, any affection she felt for him was now obviously unrequited. And, as such, she had resolved to ignore those feelings, sure that they would go away eventually. Still, as the orchard around her began to blur and fade away, she let herself drift off into another fantasy.
Her hands, still clutched tightly to the trunk, scraped down the bark as her body slid to the ground. The newly-grown leaves around her shuddered and started to furl back into little buds. When the unripened fruit fell to the ground with loud thumps, Ambrose turned around. He dropped his tools, the vials and beakers shattering as they hit the packed dirt, and ran over to the fallen princess.
"DG?" He pulled her away from the trunk and caught her in his arms. "Wake up, please! Your hair... it's going gray... Oh, what have we done? DG!" He closed his eyes, tears leaking down his cheeks as he continued trying to wake her.
A light, wet snow began to fall, collecting in his hair and dampening her cheeks. Her eyes drifted open, and, with blurry vision, she saw the ice glinting on his head. "Glitch?" she asked, still partly delirious. He sighed in relief and hesitantly smiled. "Sure. It's me, G-Glitch. If that's what you want."
She rubbed her eyes and looked at him again. "Oh, Ambrose..." He pulled her into a tight hug, softly reassuring her and rubbing her back. After a few moments, she realized what he had said. "You'd be Glitch again for me?" He bit his lip, trying to stop his answer, but it finally broke free from him through a cracked voice. "I'd be anything for you."
She pulled back to look at him, but he refused to meet her gaze. Gently, she brushed the snowflakes out of his hair and let her hand slip down to cup his cheek. She could feel her strength build, supported by the hope that now rose within her. She reached her other hand toward the tree, only to have it snatched back. Ambrose gripped it tightly, looking at her through furrowed brows. "DG, you can't do that! You're nearly burnt out as it is!"
"No," she said, smiling, "I'm going to be alright now." And, keeping her fingers entwined with his, she pushed both their hands against the trunk, and watched as the tree burst suddenly into full bloom amidst the falling snow.
Yeah, this is me being FOREVER LATE but EEE! That was lovely and angsty and thank you so much! I'm getting all warm-fuzzy-squishy hugs over it. *dances you!*
Yay for squishies! ^__^ It's all because of your snowy-papayfield screencap o'prettiness a few days ago... Speaking of which, can I make an icon from it? I wanna play with it...
I haven't squeed in a long long time. D: Anyways, this was loverly - wish I had the talent to drabble like that and get the point across. And, I live for DG/Glitch fluff. x)
DG placed her numb hands against the bark of yet another tree. As the magic drained from her once again, she leaned over, resting her head against a limb. Through the tiny growing leaves, she could see Ambrose standing down the row of trees, plucking leaves and rolling them up to fit in his little glass vials.
She watched appreciatively as he stretched a long arm into the branches and plucked a ripe red fruit. It was so easy to imagine that same long arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against him, his lips brushing across her face, the bottom of his zipper pressing against her head...
But no, she realized, blinking as she fell out of her daydream. Ambrose didn't have a zipper anymore. And he would certainly never want her like that. Ever since the surgery, he had avoided her. While not quite rude, he had definitely become quieter around her, often answering her greetings with no more than a syllable or two before awkwardly leaving the room.
No, any affection she felt for him was now obviously unrequited. And, as such, she had resolved to ignore those feelings, sure that they would go away eventually. Still, as the orchard around her began to blur and fade away, she let herself drift off into another fantasy.
Her hands, still clutched tightly to the trunk, scraped down the bark as her body slid to the ground. The newly-grown leaves around her shuddered and started to furl back into little buds. When the unripened fruit fell to the ground with loud thumps, Ambrose turned around. He dropped his tools, the vials and beakers shattering as they hit the packed dirt, and ran over to the fallen princess.
"DG?" He pulled her away from the trunk and caught her in his arms. "Wake up, please! Your hair... it's going gray... Oh, what have we done? DG!" He closed his eyes, tears leaking down his cheeks as he continued trying to wake her.
A light, wet snow began to fall, collecting in his hair and dampening her cheeks. Her eyes drifted open, and, with blurry vision, she saw the ice glinting on his head. "Glitch?" she asked, still partly delirious. He sighed in relief and hesitantly smiled. "Sure. It's me, G-Glitch. If that's what you want."
She rubbed her eyes and looked at him again. "Oh, Ambrose..." He pulled her into a tight hug, softly reassuring her and rubbing her back. After a few moments, she realized what he had said. "You'd be Glitch again for me?" He bit his lip, trying to stop his answer, but it finally broke free from him through a cracked voice. "I'd be anything for you."
She pulled back to look at him, but he refused to meet her gaze. Gently, she brushed the snowflakes out of his hair and let her hand slip down to cup his cheek. She could feel her strength build, supported by the hope that now rose within her. She reached her other hand toward the tree, only to have it snatched back. Ambrose gripped it tightly, looking at her through furrowed brows. "DG, you can't do that! You're nearly burnt out as it is!"
"No," she said, smiling, "I'm going to be alright now." And, keeping her fingers entwined with his, she pushed both their hands against the trunk, and watched as the tree burst suddenly into full bloom amidst the falling snow.
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*dances you back!*
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I haven't squeed in a long long time. D:
Anyways, this was loverly - wish I had the talent to drabble like that and get the point across. And, I live for DG/Glitch fluff. x)
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