{abyss} fiddle
title: music to my ears
rating: K+
disclaimer: I don't own Tales of the Abyss.
note: Done as a fic exchange with sagesoren. It was harder than I thought to write Anise+Ion but I hope you like it. ;)
characters: anise, ion
summary: Ion bakes a cake. It's not perfect but...
Fiddle- to play a tune on the violin
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"Am I doing this right, Anise?" Ion asks as he brushes hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand. He gently sets the icing tube aside and quietly marvels at his masterpiece while waiting for the puppeteer's response.
Squashed inside the tiny kitchen of the Tatlin residence, Anise looks up from her batch of cheagle-shaped cookies to find the Fon Master's face covered in blue frosting. She snorts in laughter and hands him a wet rag. He is appropriately confused until Anise moves her sugar-coated fingers across her own cheeks and says, "Right there."
When Ion asked her to help him bake a cake with that sweet look on his face, Anise could not refuse. It was a nice break from work and the fact that she could spend more time with the green-haired boy (teehee~) only pushed her into accepting wholeheartedly. Whatever his reasons were to suddenly wish to learn how to bake goods, Anise did not care.
But now that the eggs were cracked, the layers taken out, and the decoration finally done, Anise wished that she kept a better eye on him. Ion politely refused to let Anise touch any of the ingredients, opting instead for her to take a bystander's view and narrate the directions to him while he fumbled around in the small space. The kitchen was a mess.
Her eyes wander over to the sugary concoction and to her horror, she finds the single deformity to Ion's hard effort. In his waiting eyes and now spotless appearance, Anise could not find it in herself to point out that Mieu's nose was crooked.
She says yes, he's doing fine and inwardly cries herself to shame. Maybe next time, it'll be perfect.