Leverage Fic: She Dreams in Green
Written for varietypack100 Multi-Fandom Challenge
Emma DeMarais VarietyPack100 Prompt Table
Crossposted to geteven_getfic
Title: She Dreams in Green
Pairing/Characters: Parker
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Prompt - Green
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
She swims in a sea of paper, rumpled dollar bills making gentle waves that tumble softly as they break on the silver shore. Diving down deep she's surrounded by money; it's warm and enveloping and so pretty filtered through the sunlight.
When she surfaces the bills turn into origami butterflies and take to the air, surrounding her in a whirlwind of green wings. She laughs, joyous, freely allowing them to alight on her outstretched arms.
She slips on paper shoes and a green dress, all made of currency, and walks along the shoreline with clouds of dollarflies keeping her company. The silver shore leads to low rolling hills, sheets of all sorts of denominations lending shade and gradation to the landscape.
Her bed awaits her there and she slips beneath the fluffy duvet. As she does the white bedding turns green and she sighs with the rustle of crumpled bills filling her comforter. As she stretches out, she sees her clothes are gone and the engravings are all over her body, marking her like tattoos.
She's living breathing money now, watching in amazement as guilloche designs swirl down her arms and denominations cross her flat stomach. She's happy to be green, to be at one with her money and she tucks herself into bed - content.
-L-
Emma DeMarais VarietyPack100 Prompt Table
Crossposted to geteven_getfic
Title: She Dreams in Green
Pairing/Characters: Parker
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Prompt - Green
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
She swims in a sea of paper, rumpled dollar bills making gentle waves that tumble softly as they break on the silver shore. Diving down deep she's surrounded by money; it's warm and enveloping and so pretty filtered through the sunlight.
When she surfaces the bills turn into origami butterflies and take to the air, surrounding her in a whirlwind of green wings. She laughs, joyous, freely allowing them to alight on her outstretched arms.
She slips on paper shoes and a green dress, all made of currency, and walks along the shoreline with clouds of dollarflies keeping her company. The silver shore leads to low rolling hills, sheets of all sorts of denominations lending shade and gradation to the landscape.
Her bed awaits her there and she slips beneath the fluffy duvet. As she does the white bedding turns green and she sighs with the rustle of crumpled bills filling her comforter. As she stretches out, she sees her clothes are gone and the engravings are all over her body, marking her like tattoos.
She's living breathing money now, watching in amazement as guilloche designs swirl down her arms and denominations cross her flat stomach. She's happy to be green, to be at one with her money and she tucks herself into bed - content.
-L-