Anti-OTP: Kitty/Kyllikki

[false_kyllikki]

Kyllikki's little household garden has borne fruit and vegetables, but the wilder gardens of the Mansion have made thousands of flowers--and today Kyllikki has crowned her braids with a garland of flowers, which she studies shyly in a hall mirror. Her fair skin has been sunburned many times from working outside, and her hands are rough despite the

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[daintyswell]

"Those are very lovely flowers," Kitty offers, a little shyly. She's been practically in hiding for some time now, and her old easy manner with new people is nearly forgotten.

[false_kyllikki]

"Oh--!" Startled by the other woman's presence, Kyllikki turns at once and ducks her head a little. "Thank you. Thank you; they were growing outside ..."

[daintyswell]

Kitty flashes a brief smile, beginning to wonder what she could have been thinking. Yes, scaring people is a wonderful way to make friends. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."

[false_kyllikki]

"You didn't frighten me," she answers, head still down--more to hide the blush than anything else. "Truly, you didn't." And, shyly, "Would you like a flower, lady?"

[daintyswell]

Kitty's smile grows a little, more confident. "I would," she says, "very much."

[false_kyllikki]

Then Kyllikki will offer her hand, to take Kitty out to the gardens.

[daintyswell]

Kitty takes her hand, delicately, as if it weren't the slightest bit rough. "Do you spend a lot of time out here?" she asks, casually, as if she weren't wondering if it might be a good idea to spend a little more time in the gardens herself.

[false_kyllikki]

"Oh, very much--I have a garden, now, and the Rose likes to be under the sunlight--it is so very warm here. Have you ever known a place so warm?" Says the woman from just south of Lapland.

[daintyswell]

Kitty shrugs. "I'd always lived in England, before I came here. I suppose it's a little warmer, or at least sunnier, here."

[false_kyllikki]

Kyllikki will lean her head a little against Kitty's shoulder, smiling softly. "It is so beautiful, here. Even the winters are gentle." Then she stoops to pick a white-and-violet columbine, which she offers to Kitty. "It is as lovely as you are."

[daintyswell]

"Thank you," Kitty says, a little flustered, and very much charmed. "But I'm not so lovely as that. Not so much as you, for example." And that she means, very seriously.

[false_kyllikki]

Looking up at her, as though honestly seeking approval, "Really, do you think it?"

[daintyswell]

"Wouldn't say it, elsewise." Kitty's really not one to go about telling girls how pretty they are, most of the time. She's much too afraid of how it might be interpreted.

[false_kyllikki]

One of Kyllikki's biggest problems, though, is that she doesn't care how things get interpreted, or at least doesn't think of it--so she isn't thinking anything but how grateful she is, when she leans up to give Kitty a kiss.

[daintyswell]

Kitty is almost too stunned to respond, and when she does it isn't especially coherent. "I can't -- that is to say, I'm not --"

[false_kyllikki]

With absolutely sincere innocence, "Not ...?"