The glasses breaking trend goes on! :D
This is the second Diana/Meg thing I've turned out. There are many, many more on the way, I assure you. A lot of Meg-centric stuff, too. So be prepared!
This one has a lot more of a light feeling to it, and I think I like it a lot better than I liked my other Meg/Diana piece.
As usual, it's un-beta'd (unless you count Meagan, who only gets free previews, and doesn't really correct anything) so...excuse any mistakes.
Title: 'A Gift'.
Author: Amie (mireille_x).
Pairing: Diana/Meg.
Rating: Pg-13, or so.
Summary: Diana broke Meg's glasses. Sort of. And now Meg needs them back.
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"What's wrong with you, anyway?"
Meg looked up slightly, squinting her eyes so she could focus on Eleanor, who was sitting across from her at the table. "Whatever do you mean?" the blonde asked, looking down again, at the food in front of her now; she had barely even picked at it, but that was partially because she felt sick to her stomach, but also because she could barely make out what she was eating. And she didn't trust the food at Rose Garden Orphanage half the time, even when she saw it perfectly.
"You've got no lenses, in your glasses."
That was Eleanor again, as deadpan as ever, and cutting right to the chase. Then again, that didn't surprise Meg; when had Eleanor ever bothered to beat around the bush, with anything? The answer, naturally, was never. Not even once. Eleanor wasn't a talker, a joker, or...much of anything. Her personality was something close to non-existent, most times. Even when she and Diana had played that trick on her, with her bird, she hadn't even reacted. Just tossing it into the gift box, and heading in. Meg expected nothing short of this kind of a straight forward conversation from the brunette.
"I broke them."
"How?"
And this was where Meg paused; biting her lip instantly, and stopping absently pushing the food around her plate with her fork (at least, it /felt/ like her fork). Did she own up to what happened, or did she come up with something...cleaner? She really didn't think it mattered, with Eleanor. She'd probably just say 'oh' or 'okay' and then continue on, almost as if she had never asked. It didn't matter what Meg said, honestly, and the blonde knew it.
She knew it would matter to the others though, and definitely to Martha and Mr. Hoffman; that was why she had kept wearing the frames, sans the lenses. She had hoped it might pass for a few days, even if she kept squinting and had to put up with a near constant headache. Even if that was the price, she would sooner put up with that than admit to her mistake, to the Headmaster, and get the scolding and punishment for breaking her glasses. So she had put on the frames, and hoped nobody would notice that they were empty. Apparently that plan had failed; Eleanor, who barely noticed where she even was, had picked up on the trick only after fifteen or twenty minutes together. She knew how hard glasses were to come by, how expensive and how much of a pain it would be to fix them up.
She also knew that it wasn't entirely her fault that they were broken.
/That/ had been a two person job, for certain.
"I was making something, a prototype. It went awry, hit me in the face, you know. It broke my glasses, and I don't want to tell Mr. Hoffman, so be quiet, okay?"
"Okay."
And that was it. Eleanor was done, and back to staring absently across the room; it appeared to Meg that Eleanor might be staring at the back of Nicholas' hat, but she knew otherwise. No matter what Eleanor stared at, she was almost /always/ staring beyond that surface. Much beyond that. And so Meg returned to push her breakfast around, and looking irritated as she did it. She had no idea how she'd get through class like this; barely able to see a foot in front of her. She wasn't even sure how she would get /to/ class like this. Maybe she'd ask Eleanor to help her...or Diana. Since it had been half Diana's fault, after all.
Even so, she knew she wouldn't ask for help from the Duchess. She knew Diana probably wouldn't give it, and she also knew that would be looking a gift horse in the mouth, above all else. With the things that Diana had done for her, those lovely and close things, all of those things done in the second floor washroom, that made her knees weak and gave her that delight warm feeling between her legs.
Touching Diana, being touched by Diana; being owned by her, like her slave, being taken by her and felt by her, pressing into her. Kissing her, tasting some kind of sweet on her tongue, and feeling her glasses tip on her nose and face as they issued the tiniest snapping noise. Feeling Diana pull them away from her face , hearing Diana toss them onto the floor, hearing the distinct cracking sound as they were stepped on in their passion. She saw nothing clearly since then, but /felt/ (and occasionally tasted) everything Diana did.
And that was more than enough.
After all that Diana had given to her, she couldn't do something like demanding her help. So she would just suffer, for a little while, until she figured out how to get her hands on a new pair, or fix these, or maybe she'd even talk to Clara (oh, that was so like begging and it made Meg cringe) and have her explain the problem to Hoffman. Hoffman /always/ listened to Clara, after all.
Before she knew it, breakfast was over, and the children were getting up to leave. Meg opened her mouth to say something to Eleanor, who was already standing up and ready to leave but waiting for Meg, when she felt a hand on top of her head, pulling her hair a little. Then there was a slightly wet sound as something landed in her bowl of porridge, and Meg squinted down at it desperately, trying to see what had been dropped into her untouched breakfast.
A pair of glasses.
"Will you stop looking sullen now?" came Diana's assertive voice from behind her, and Meg turned and looked up at her, eyes still squinted, but a smile on her lips. "Stop that. You look like a right idiot when you grin like that. Not to mention how silly you look, running around squinting all day..." the redhead snapped, and Meg quickly looked away, taking the glasses out of the food, and starting to wipe them off with her napkin.
"Diana, how did yo-"
"No matter."
"B-But, glasses! How could you ever get a hold of a pair of brand new glasses?"
"They aren't exactly new, Margaret."
"Even so! They look like new! How did you ever get them?"
"I said no matter."
And that ended the conversation, for the time, as Meg got to her feet and gingerly placed the now clean glasses onto her face; delighted to have her full range of vision returned. She didn't think she could thank her Duchess enough; she'd surely treasure the glasses forever, and never let them get broken, not even scratched or bent. She'd take care of them forever and ever. Even if she wouldn't say it to Diana, it touched her more than anything that the older girl would go out of her way to help her. It was a very rare situation. She considered embracing her Duchess, but decided it against it, since she wasn't sure exactly how the red haired girl might react.
"Mm, that's better. No more squinting, at least. They look okay on you, and you'll be able to see your chores and not end up falling over yourself." Diana said flatly, looking down at Meg, who still stood in front of her with a smile on her lips. She looked sort of expectant, sort of vulnerable, and sort of like that stupid puppy that Jennifer had taken to. This made Diana's lips twitch slightly, almost into a grin, but not quite. She pulled Meg against her instead, with one arm, with the younger girl's forehead against her collarbone.
"Come on. You can come with me to clean the dormitory today instead, if you do the sweeping for me." she muttered, and Meg gave a little nod to this. If it meant time with Diana, she reckoned she would sweep all of the Rose Garden Orphanage, from the basement up to the attic. As Diana pulled her arm away, Meg stepped back, and the two turned to leave, walking toward the door as Eleanor spoke up from just behind them.
"Duchess?"
"Yes, Eleanor?"
"What're those, on your neck?"
"..."
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I have to dedicate this one to jinjojess, who also did a Meg glasses breaking fic. Hope she's having a good time in England, and may she return soon, and safely, with more stuff for us to read~
[Cross-posted to my personal journal & redcrayonclub.]
This one has a lot more of a light feeling to it, and I think I like it a lot better than I liked my other Meg/Diana piece.
As usual, it's un-beta'd (unless you count Meagan, who only gets free previews, and doesn't really correct anything) so...excuse any mistakes.
Title: 'A Gift'.
Author: Amie (mireille_x).
Pairing: Diana/Meg.
Rating: Pg-13, or so.
Summary: Diana broke Meg's glasses. Sort of. And now Meg needs them back.
--
"What's wrong with you, anyway?"
Meg looked up slightly, squinting her eyes so she could focus on Eleanor, who was sitting across from her at the table. "Whatever do you mean?" the blonde asked, looking down again, at the food in front of her now; she had barely even picked at it, but that was partially because she felt sick to her stomach, but also because she could barely make out what she was eating. And she didn't trust the food at Rose Garden Orphanage half the time, even when she saw it perfectly.
"You've got no lenses, in your glasses."
That was Eleanor again, as deadpan as ever, and cutting right to the chase. Then again, that didn't surprise Meg; when had Eleanor ever bothered to beat around the bush, with anything? The answer, naturally, was never. Not even once. Eleanor wasn't a talker, a joker, or...much of anything. Her personality was something close to non-existent, most times. Even when she and Diana had played that trick on her, with her bird, she hadn't even reacted. Just tossing it into the gift box, and heading in. Meg expected nothing short of this kind of a straight forward conversation from the brunette.
"I broke them."
"How?"
And this was where Meg paused; biting her lip instantly, and stopping absently pushing the food around her plate with her fork (at least, it /felt/ like her fork). Did she own up to what happened, or did she come up with something...cleaner? She really didn't think it mattered, with Eleanor. She'd probably just say 'oh' or 'okay' and then continue on, almost as if she had never asked. It didn't matter what Meg said, honestly, and the blonde knew it.
She knew it would matter to the others though, and definitely to Martha and Mr. Hoffman; that was why she had kept wearing the frames, sans the lenses. She had hoped it might pass for a few days, even if she kept squinting and had to put up with a near constant headache. Even if that was the price, she would sooner put up with that than admit to her mistake, to the Headmaster, and get the scolding and punishment for breaking her glasses. So she had put on the frames, and hoped nobody would notice that they were empty. Apparently that plan had failed; Eleanor, who barely noticed where she even was, had picked up on the trick only after fifteen or twenty minutes together. She knew how hard glasses were to come by, how expensive and how much of a pain it would be to fix them up.
She also knew that it wasn't entirely her fault that they were broken.
/That/ had been a two person job, for certain.
"I was making something, a prototype. It went awry, hit me in the face, you know. It broke my glasses, and I don't want to tell Mr. Hoffman, so be quiet, okay?"
"Okay."
And that was it. Eleanor was done, and back to staring absently across the room; it appeared to Meg that Eleanor might be staring at the back of Nicholas' hat, but she knew otherwise. No matter what Eleanor stared at, she was almost /always/ staring beyond that surface. Much beyond that. And so Meg returned to push her breakfast around, and looking irritated as she did it. She had no idea how she'd get through class like this; barely able to see a foot in front of her. She wasn't even sure how she would get /to/ class like this. Maybe she'd ask Eleanor to help her...or Diana. Since it had been half Diana's fault, after all.
Even so, she knew she wouldn't ask for help from the Duchess. She knew Diana probably wouldn't give it, and she also knew that would be looking a gift horse in the mouth, above all else. With the things that Diana had done for her, those lovely and close things, all of those things done in the second floor washroom, that made her knees weak and gave her that delight warm feeling between her legs.
Touching Diana, being touched by Diana; being owned by her, like her slave, being taken by her and felt by her, pressing into her. Kissing her, tasting some kind of sweet on her tongue, and feeling her glasses tip on her nose and face as they issued the tiniest snapping noise. Feeling Diana pull them away from her face , hearing Diana toss them onto the floor, hearing the distinct cracking sound as they were stepped on in their passion. She saw nothing clearly since then, but /felt/ (and occasionally tasted) everything Diana did.
And that was more than enough.
After all that Diana had given to her, she couldn't do something like demanding her help. So she would just suffer, for a little while, until she figured out how to get her hands on a new pair, or fix these, or maybe she'd even talk to Clara (oh, that was so like begging and it made Meg cringe) and have her explain the problem to Hoffman. Hoffman /always/ listened to Clara, after all.
Before she knew it, breakfast was over, and the children were getting up to leave. Meg opened her mouth to say something to Eleanor, who was already standing up and ready to leave but waiting for Meg, when she felt a hand on top of her head, pulling her hair a little. Then there was a slightly wet sound as something landed in her bowl of porridge, and Meg squinted down at it desperately, trying to see what had been dropped into her untouched breakfast.
A pair of glasses.
"Will you stop looking sullen now?" came Diana's assertive voice from behind her, and Meg turned and looked up at her, eyes still squinted, but a smile on her lips. "Stop that. You look like a right idiot when you grin like that. Not to mention how silly you look, running around squinting all day..." the redhead snapped, and Meg quickly looked away, taking the glasses out of the food, and starting to wipe them off with her napkin.
"Diana, how did yo-"
"No matter."
"B-But, glasses! How could you ever get a hold of a pair of brand new glasses?"
"They aren't exactly new, Margaret."
"Even so! They look like new! How did you ever get them?"
"I said no matter."
And that ended the conversation, for the time, as Meg got to her feet and gingerly placed the now clean glasses onto her face; delighted to have her full range of vision returned. She didn't think she could thank her Duchess enough; she'd surely treasure the glasses forever, and never let them get broken, not even scratched or bent. She'd take care of them forever and ever. Even if she wouldn't say it to Diana, it touched her more than anything that the older girl would go out of her way to help her. It was a very rare situation. She considered embracing her Duchess, but decided it against it, since she wasn't sure exactly how the red haired girl might react.
"Mm, that's better. No more squinting, at least. They look okay on you, and you'll be able to see your chores and not end up falling over yourself." Diana said flatly, looking down at Meg, who still stood in front of her with a smile on her lips. She looked sort of expectant, sort of vulnerable, and sort of like that stupid puppy that Jennifer had taken to. This made Diana's lips twitch slightly, almost into a grin, but not quite. She pulled Meg against her instead, with one arm, with the younger girl's forehead against her collarbone.
"Come on. You can come with me to clean the dormitory today instead, if you do the sweeping for me." she muttered, and Meg gave a little nod to this. If it meant time with Diana, she reckoned she would sweep all of the Rose Garden Orphanage, from the basement up to the attic. As Diana pulled her arm away, Meg stepped back, and the two turned to leave, walking toward the door as Eleanor spoke up from just behind them.
"Duchess?"
"Yes, Eleanor?"
"What're those, on your neck?"
"..."
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I have to dedicate this one to jinjojess, who also did a Meg glasses breaking fic. Hope she's having a good time in England, and may she return soon, and safely, with more stuff for us to read~
[Cross-posted to my personal journal & redcrayonclub.]