PotC Advent Calendar: December 10
Title: Tell Me a Story
Characters: Gibbs, Goldie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 502
Summary: Scenes from Goldie's life and her relationship to her father. Goldie was born in ophelivia's wonderful Song in Red and Gray.
Tell me a story, daddy.
What story?
A true one.
They’re all true.
You never lie?
It’s not the Storyteller’s wont.
Tell me a story.
What story?
One that is as old as the world, she had said sitting in her mother’s lap, her big blue eyes wide with hunger for more wonders.
He kissed her tiny nose and told her about far away lands, monsters, princesses, knights in shining armour and she always imagined him with his big beard and round stomach and blue blue eyes coming to the rescue.
Tell me a story. These had been her first words, so her father had said but Sister Jane just shook her head and called him a useless liar. Storytellers never lie, Goldie wanted to tell her but she never quite dared contradict the stiff-lipped woman. No one at the orphanage did. And by the time she plucked up the courage to do something, running away seemed like a much more charming option than saving Sister Jane from her misconceptions.
Tell me a story.
What story?
Her voice was shaking. He had never asked before, it was her question meant for him as the home-made embrace of a daughter he visited as often as he could but not nearly often enough. She shrugged, unsure how to start but his familiar sky-blue eyes were urging her on, helping her believe she shared his gift of creating worlds with words. And so she told him about a life on all fours and he listened.
Tell me a story.
What story?
A story about love.
He told her about an enchanted castle where a two-headed hell-born beast was holding a beautiful maiden captive. Not a princess, nor any nobleman’s daughter but the most charming girl the sun had ever shone upon. Her eyes were sparkling with wit, her dark blonde hair was softer than silk or velvet, and when she walked the roses in the garden turned to look at her. Goldie smiled softly, just like her mother would have if she’d heard the story of how a young, devilishly handsome stranger had first set eyes on her.
Tell me a story.
What story?
The story of you and me.
He looked at her tired eyes, tired and relieved to have him back safely after a battle no one really knew about much but still spoke of liberally, spinning wild tales out of scraps while lacking the Storyteller’s gifts. She’s missed the warmth of his voice, the crystally blue of his honest eyes, and the way he believed in his own stories. Now he was here again, telling her about the sea and her charms, about a man falling in love with her and losing his heart to the depth. She thought he was talking of himself and maybe he was, but he was thinking of her too, charming her way through life with a soft smile so many cherished.
A smile that always lighted his way back home even in the darkest of hours.
Characters: Gibbs, Goldie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 502
Summary: Scenes from Goldie's life and her relationship to her father. Goldie was born in ophelivia's wonderful Song in Red and Gray.
Tell me a story, daddy.
What story?
A true one.
They’re all true.
You never lie?
It’s not the Storyteller’s wont.
Tell me a story.
What story?
One that is as old as the world, she had said sitting in her mother’s lap, her big blue eyes wide with hunger for more wonders.
He kissed her tiny nose and told her about far away lands, monsters, princesses, knights in shining armour and she always imagined him with his big beard and round stomach and blue blue eyes coming to the rescue.
Tell me a story. These had been her first words, so her father had said but Sister Jane just shook her head and called him a useless liar. Storytellers never lie, Goldie wanted to tell her but she never quite dared contradict the stiff-lipped woman. No one at the orphanage did. And by the time she plucked up the courage to do something, running away seemed like a much more charming option than saving Sister Jane from her misconceptions.
Tell me a story.
What story?
Her voice was shaking. He had never asked before, it was her question meant for him as the home-made embrace of a daughter he visited as often as he could but not nearly often enough. She shrugged, unsure how to start but his familiar sky-blue eyes were urging her on, helping her believe she shared his gift of creating worlds with words. And so she told him about a life on all fours and he listened.
Tell me a story.
What story?
A story about love.
He told her about an enchanted castle where a two-headed hell-born beast was holding a beautiful maiden captive. Not a princess, nor any nobleman’s daughter but the most charming girl the sun had ever shone upon. Her eyes were sparkling with wit, her dark blonde hair was softer than silk or velvet, and when she walked the roses in the garden turned to look at her. Goldie smiled softly, just like her mother would have if she’d heard the story of how a young, devilishly handsome stranger had first set eyes on her.
Tell me a story.
What story?
The story of you and me.
He looked at her tired eyes, tired and relieved to have him back safely after a battle no one really knew about much but still spoke of liberally, spinning wild tales out of scraps while lacking the Storyteller’s gifts. She’s missed the warmth of his voice, the crystally blue of his honest eyes, and the way he believed in his own stories. Now he was here again, telling her about the sea and her charms, about a man falling in love with her and losing his heart to the depth. She thought he was talking of himself and maybe he was, but he was thinking of her too, charming her way through life with a soft smile so many cherished.
A smile that always lighted his way back home even in the darkest of hours.