FIC: Nickname
Title: Nickname
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance, Hurt, Comfort
Summary: You give people nicknames for a reason, most of the time it suits them, some other times... it don't.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC#31 Prompt: Courage. Almost a drabble. This is because I've been having images of oceans and the like. YEAH. My head is in a summery disposition already. The characters are -- vague in attitude, in looks, and in intentions.
“Fine, white sand...” She got a handful and let the small particles slide from her knee to her ankle. “…exotic beauty, clear waters.” she enumerated as if mocking. “…that’s all you tourists want from the island, anyway...” she snarled.
“...a good vacation.” then you all go away
She looked at the boy that had just approached her - his silhouette.
“Right, tourist?” There was no need for her to recognize and familiarize herself with his distinct features. He was a tourist - that was all she needed to know.
Tourist - the nickname sure stuck.
At first it was just to remind him of his place - tourist, an outsider. Someone who should mind his own business, who shouldn’t meddle.
It turned out it wasn’t just that. It was to remind her as well - he’s a tourist. He has his own life in the continent. He’ll be gone in no time. It was a comforting thought at the start - no more troublesome tourist for her, but now it felt like the opposite.
He sat down beside her with a sigh. Somehow, he got the message - tourist. He’d have to go. He was just another exploiter of their little paradise. She was right; he came here for a vacation… originally.
He let himself observe her from the corner of his eyes. Beautiful. He could think of her as the personification of the island. He heaved another sigh - his thoughts sounded wrong even to himself.
The next time his eyes travelled to her direction, it met with her blue orbs - as clear as the seas.
“Silence means yes huh.” she was smiling despite the hopelessness she was feeling. Tourist. She was used to it anyway; she conditioned her mind after all. Tourist. She could see him shifting his eyes from her eyes to her lips though.
“Well. I’m your tourist.” he tried to humor her as he leaned closer as if drawn by her smile. He couldn’t stand the drama - whatever comes. He knew one thing, he wanted her, and he’d love to see her even after this vacation. He’d just be a tourist for the rest of this vacation, after that… he’ll find another role to play in her life, hopefully, something better.
She chuckled weakly. “Yeah, you are… tourist.” She was able to whisper the nickname before their lips met. It didn’t stop them though.
Indeed the nickname failed miserably.
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And. HA! I have 2 major papers (Journ and E10) for Wednesday and my weekly essay in EDFD to do. But I'm here.
This works for me. I shall now attempt to write every week, and then do my papers after. That's what I call MOTIVATION. *shot forever*
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance, Hurt, Comfort
Summary: You give people nicknames for a reason, most of the time it suits them, some other times... it don't.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC#31 Prompt: Courage. Almost a drabble. This is because I've been having images of oceans and the like. YEAH. My head is in a summery disposition already. The characters are -- vague in attitude, in looks, and in intentions.
“Fine, white sand...” She got a handful and let the small particles slide from her knee to her ankle. “…exotic beauty, clear waters.” she enumerated as if mocking. “…that’s all you tourists want from the island, anyway...” she snarled.
“...a good vacation.” then you all go away
She looked at the boy that had just approached her - his silhouette.
“Right, tourist?” There was no need for her to recognize and familiarize herself with his distinct features. He was a tourist - that was all she needed to know.
Tourist - the nickname sure stuck.
At first it was just to remind him of his place - tourist, an outsider. Someone who should mind his own business, who shouldn’t meddle.
It turned out it wasn’t just that. It was to remind her as well - he’s a tourist. He has his own life in the continent. He’ll be gone in no time. It was a comforting thought at the start - no more troublesome tourist for her, but now it felt like the opposite.
He sat down beside her with a sigh. Somehow, he got the message - tourist. He’d have to go. He was just another exploiter of their little paradise. She was right; he came here for a vacation… originally.
He let himself observe her from the corner of his eyes. Beautiful. He could think of her as the personification of the island. He heaved another sigh - his thoughts sounded wrong even to himself.
The next time his eyes travelled to her direction, it met with her blue orbs - as clear as the seas.
“Silence means yes huh.” she was smiling despite the hopelessness she was feeling. Tourist. She was used to it anyway; she conditioned her mind after all. Tourist. She could see him shifting his eyes from her eyes to her lips though.
“Well. I’m your tourist.” he tried to humor her as he leaned closer as if drawn by her smile. He couldn’t stand the drama - whatever comes. He knew one thing, he wanted her, and he’d love to see her even after this vacation. He’d just be a tourist for the rest of this vacation, after that… he’ll find another role to play in her life, hopefully, something better.
She chuckled weakly. “Yeah, you are… tourist.” She was able to whisper the nickname before their lips met. It didn’t stop them though.
Indeed the nickname failed miserably.
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And. HA! I have 2 major papers (Journ and E10) for Wednesday and my weekly essay in EDFD to do. But I'm here.
This works for me. I shall now attempt to write every week, and then do my papers after. That's what I call MOTIVATION. *shot forever*