OZ Matchers - Interlude: What Next
Title: OZ Matchers - Interlude: What Next?
Characters: DG/?(guess….), Cain, Glitch, Az, and some of the Tin Man crew and a random-non-interesting OC.
Timeline: Post eclipse
Rated: PG - A few bad words! o.O
Genre: Romance, Drama/Humor (fluff)
Summary: DG learns more about customs in the OZ that reveal people’s true colors.
Previous: Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 // Interlude: What Next?
A/N: This follows right after Round 3. And Considering I just whipped it up in the last hour, it is most likely laden with grammatical errors. However, I think there’s enough fluff to distract you. Enjoy, b/c I’ll be out of town and internet free for the rest of the week, and then it’s back to school…Isn’t that just peachy? *headdesk*
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Cain had trouble sleeping the night he was paired with DG.
In peach no less…
Deep down he knew that this day was coming, but it still rattled him a bit. Even though he had a routine, a job, steady communication with his son, and was finally letting the past be in the past, it was still different to see it out in the open.
Well, at least out there for her knowledge. Everyone else was pretty much in the dark. Sure they could guess, but none of them knew.
But the thing that kept his eyes open to witness the slow journey of the shadows across the ceiling was: Where the hell did he go from here?
He knew that because she was raised on the otherside, that it would not be strange for her to make the first move, so to speak. But that just wasn’t how he was raised, and so he figured that he should be the one to do something first. He just didn’t know what kind of something or how forward or backward it should be.
Was she taken off guard by all of this? Or was she on the same page or further than him? Her casual brush off of the whole thing both comforted and confused him. Either she was in no hurry or she just didn’t know how to say, ‘No thanks,’ and walk away without hurting his feelings.
He had noticed her soft smile when she really looked at the flower. She may not be much into ‘girly things’ as she says every so often, but something tells him she just isn’t used to flattery, and gifts, and receiving flowers, and things.
He finally rolled to the right, towards the empty side of his bed, and settled into his pillow with a small smile.
He could start small then.
----Somewhere Else in the Palace----
DG was on her left side staring at a peach colored blossom, which was resting on the pillow, on the side of the large bed she doesn’t use.
One arm was tucked under her pillow, while the other rested on top of the covers that were down around her waist. Her fingers played with the edge of the blanket.
He gave her a flower.
The corners of her mouth threatened to turn upward.
Wyatt Cain, Mr. Angry Eyebrows himself, had been sneaking around her room to give her a flower.
She wasn’t even obsessing over the fact that they had been paired together at a ball….anymore…
She wasn’t one to obsess over every look, word, or action. And she didn’t like reading into things too much because it only led to unnecessary tension and heartbreak.
But it’s a flower.
It was just one of those extra superfluous, why-does-anyone-need-a-flower-except-to-let-them-know-they’re-being-thought-of things. He had obviously grabbed it in particular because she would know it’s from him, and that it was one of her favorites.
She buried her face into her pillow to hide her smile from no one but herself. She was being an absolute giddy idiot about this. She briefly wondered if giddy idiot is where they got the British term ‘git.’ Probably not.
She turned her head back to the flower, her smile erased, and breathed through her nose.
Right. The flower.
So what now? Does she get him something? Do they continue, business as usual, and bicker and pester and spend free time with each other like it’s not a big deal? Because somehow this Matcher thing has kind of made it a big deal.
Stupid dances. Now she isn’t even sure how to act around her friend.
But this is Cain. He is simple and straightforward. He is gruff and no nonsense and likes to keep to himself. And he apparently has a soft spot or two on him.
Her mind started to wander into dangerous territory at the mental mention of areas on him, and she blinked a few times to clear them.
So note to self: keep it simple, don’t be an idiot, and for heaven’s sake give him a day or two.
Right. One ridiculous gift coming right up.
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The next afternoon DG finally reached her room after a long morning of magic practice with Tutor. She pulled the flower out of her hair that she had been wearing in hopes that Cain would see and know that she is open to this idea of being matched.
She sighed through her nose as the door shut.
She hadn’t seen him at all.
Sure, that wasn’t new, but it was still disappointing. She could always try to find him late-
She stopped in the doorway between her sitting room and bedroom and backpedalled, with wide eyes.
There was a large vase, with a single Padellya, the peach flower from the gardens outside.
She stood frozen for a few moments as a slow smile stole over her face and she found herself blushing. She started back towards her room, but gave the vase a second glance before disappearing through the doorway.
She pulled out the two hairpins she had in her hair and went to place them on her vanity, but her hand froze halfway down to the surface.
There was another flower by her hairbrush.
She blinked at it and then her eyes slid around the room.
There was one on the lounge chair by the balcony. Two on her pillow and one leaning up against the picture of her and Az on the nightstand.
Well that is just TOO cute.
She didn’t know how to handle it to be honest. Who can handle Cain in the first place, let alone when he’s trying to be charming?
She walked around her bedroom and sitting room, eventually gathering all twelve. She placed them in the vase and lifted it so that she could smell the blossoms, closing her eyes with a smile. She wondered if he had found her gift yet…
----Across the Palace----
Wyatt Cain was in a meeting with a few of the guards, catching up on things he missed while he was away. When one of the guards’ pens ran out of ink, Cain opened his right desk draw to let him borrow one.
Instead of producing the pen, the guards were startled to hear him laugh at the open drawer and shut it again quickly.
It was packed with fruit.
Peaches to be precise.
Characters: DG/?(guess….), Cain, Glitch, Az, and some of the Tin Man crew and a random-non-interesting OC.
Timeline: Post eclipse
Rated: PG - A few bad words! o.O
Genre: Romance, Drama/Humor (fluff)
Summary: DG learns more about customs in the OZ that reveal people’s true colors.
Previous: Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 // Interlude: What Next?
A/N: This follows right after Round 3. And Considering I just whipped it up in the last hour, it is most likely laden with grammatical errors. However, I think there’s enough fluff to distract you. Enjoy, b/c I’ll be out of town and internet free for the rest of the week, and then it’s back to school…Isn’t that just peachy? *headdesk*
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
Cain had trouble sleeping the night he was paired with DG.
In peach no less…
Deep down he knew that this day was coming, but it still rattled him a bit. Even though he had a routine, a job, steady communication with his son, and was finally letting the past be in the past, it was still different to see it out in the open.
Well, at least out there for her knowledge. Everyone else was pretty much in the dark. Sure they could guess, but none of them knew.
But the thing that kept his eyes open to witness the slow journey of the shadows across the ceiling was: Where the hell did he go from here?
He knew that because she was raised on the otherside, that it would not be strange for her to make the first move, so to speak. But that just wasn’t how he was raised, and so he figured that he should be the one to do something first. He just didn’t know what kind of something or how forward or backward it should be.
Was she taken off guard by all of this? Or was she on the same page or further than him? Her casual brush off of the whole thing both comforted and confused him. Either she was in no hurry or she just didn’t know how to say, ‘No thanks,’ and walk away without hurting his feelings.
He had noticed her soft smile when she really looked at the flower. She may not be much into ‘girly things’ as she says every so often, but something tells him she just isn’t used to flattery, and gifts, and receiving flowers, and things.
He finally rolled to the right, towards the empty side of his bed, and settled into his pillow with a small smile.
He could start small then.
----Somewhere Else in the Palace----
DG was on her left side staring at a peach colored blossom, which was resting on the pillow, on the side of the large bed she doesn’t use.
One arm was tucked under her pillow, while the other rested on top of the covers that were down around her waist. Her fingers played with the edge of the blanket.
He gave her a flower.
The corners of her mouth threatened to turn upward.
Wyatt Cain, Mr. Angry Eyebrows himself, had been sneaking around her room to give her a flower.
She wasn’t even obsessing over the fact that they had been paired together at a ball….anymore…
She wasn’t one to obsess over every look, word, or action. And she didn’t like reading into things too much because it only led to unnecessary tension and heartbreak.
But it’s a flower.
It was just one of those extra superfluous, why-does-anyone-need-a-flower-except-to-let-them-know-they’re-being-thought-of things. He had obviously grabbed it in particular because she would know it’s from him, and that it was one of her favorites.
She buried her face into her pillow to hide her smile from no one but herself. She was being an absolute giddy idiot about this. She briefly wondered if giddy idiot is where they got the British term ‘git.’ Probably not.
She turned her head back to the flower, her smile erased, and breathed through her nose.
Right. The flower.
So what now? Does she get him something? Do they continue, business as usual, and bicker and pester and spend free time with each other like it’s not a big deal? Because somehow this Matcher thing has kind of made it a big deal.
Stupid dances. Now she isn’t even sure how to act around her friend.
But this is Cain. He is simple and straightforward. He is gruff and no nonsense and likes to keep to himself. And he apparently has a soft spot or two on him.
Her mind started to wander into dangerous territory at the mental mention of areas on him, and she blinked a few times to clear them.
So note to self: keep it simple, don’t be an idiot, and for heaven’s sake give him a day or two.
Right. One ridiculous gift coming right up.
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
The next afternoon DG finally reached her room after a long morning of magic practice with Tutor. She pulled the flower out of her hair that she had been wearing in hopes that Cain would see and know that she is open to this idea of being matched.
She sighed through her nose as the door shut.
She hadn’t seen him at all.
Sure, that wasn’t new, but it was still disappointing. She could always try to find him late-
She stopped in the doorway between her sitting room and bedroom and backpedalled, with wide eyes.
There was a large vase, with a single Padellya, the peach flower from the gardens outside.
She stood frozen for a few moments as a slow smile stole over her face and she found herself blushing. She started back towards her room, but gave the vase a second glance before disappearing through the doorway.
She pulled out the two hairpins she had in her hair and went to place them on her vanity, but her hand froze halfway down to the surface.
There was another flower by her hairbrush.
She blinked at it and then her eyes slid around the room.
There was one on the lounge chair by the balcony. Two on her pillow and one leaning up against the picture of her and Az on the nightstand.
Well that is just TOO cute.
She didn’t know how to handle it to be honest. Who can handle Cain in the first place, let alone when he’s trying to be charming?
She walked around her bedroom and sitting room, eventually gathering all twelve. She placed them in the vase and lifted it so that she could smell the blossoms, closing her eyes with a smile. She wondered if he had found her gift yet…
----Across the Palace----
Wyatt Cain was in a meeting with a few of the guards, catching up on things he missed while he was away. When one of the guards’ pens ran out of ink, Cain opened his right desk draw to let him borrow one.
Instead of producing the pen, the guards were startled to hear him laugh at the open drawer and shut it again quickly.
It was packed with fruit.
Peaches to be precise.