anti-otp: girl!ros/ada

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rosy-née-rosencrantz is sitting out on the porch, swinging her legs and rustling her petticoats, making daisy chains with a spool of thread and a pile of paper flowers. they're tiny things, thinner than fingernails -- colors white and college-ruled blue -- and she presses her tongue to her lips as she spaces them, careful as she can not to crush

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[dearcousin]

"Why, yes," Ada says, because she could hardly say no. She doesn't recognize ros until she gets a little closer. "Oh, why, sir--!"

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she stands up and leans down (but not so far down -- now only the porch-step makes her taller) to crown the daisy chain atop ada's hair. "well, i was -- but then i got changed. it's something that happens, sometimes, i expect. but i was afraid i'd have to play all by myself, and nothing's nearly as much fun, all by myself -- not even being changed --"

[dearcousin]

"Thank you," she says, unable to keep from laughing just a little. "I-- I should be glad to play with you, if you would like."

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"we could play at words, like guildenstern and hamlet do, but it seems too nice a day for that, doesn't it? or we could go to a field and go flying again ... or, i've a lot of pretty dresses -- we could pick some out for each other, and then go to a field and find flowers to match. or we could do all that but fly, too, if we feel like it."

[dearcousin]

"I-- I don't think I should be very good at playing with words. The rest, though, sounds lovely." She smiles.

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"all the rest, then -- and if any words are involved, it's only incidental." she offers both her hands.

[dearcousin]

She laughs a little and takes them.

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and rosy laughs in turn, pulling ada forward and into a little spin.

[dearcousin]

She laughs and lets herself be pulled, tightening her hold on ros's hands so that she doesn't fall.

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"and we could go dancing!" she says next "i do like dancing. but i've never seen it from the other side, you know ... is it as much fun?"

[dearcousin]

"I've never been," she confesses shyly.

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"i've only gone once, that i remember," she says, as much of a confession -- "but girls twirl, sometimes, in dances -- i know that much -- and that must be some fun! it's awful fun to watch -- and awful nice to pull someone in, and hold them close, afterwards. that might be the nicest part."

typist: *was so confused!*

[dearcousin]

T: And this is the danger of opening multiple tabs and not checking before you post...

"I don't know," she says. "I know how to dance, but I've never danced with-- with someone you'd pull close, after."

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shining-eyed and silly, "would you dance with me?"

[dearcousin]

She giggles. "Gladly." She curtsies deeply, like she has been taught, then offers her hands.

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she bows raggedly -- it looks as silly on her as it does on a him -- and takes her hands with a look bright and sincere before clasping them tight and dashing into the house. "come on -- !"