Pushing Daisies: Better Fate Than Wisdom (Chuck/Olive)

Jan 31, 2008 14:27

For danibelle, who requested a Pushing Daisies ficlet with Chuck and Olive.

Title: Better Fate Than Wisdom
Author: voleuse
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Chuck/Olive
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: life's not a paragraph and death i think is no parenthesis
Notes: No spoilers



Chuck never really had any girlfriends when she was alive, so when Olive offered to give her a makeover, "just for kicks," Chuck didn't realize it was a gesture of friendship until they were on their third round of gin and cookie dough ice cream.

"I never liked French braids," Chuck confessed. "I always ended up frowning in an effort to reclaim my forehead."

Olive sorted through five shades of pale pink lip gloss. "You were a very odd girl, weren't you?" She plucked a deep violet from the mix and held it aloft. "Ha!"

"I never thought about it." Chuck puckered her lips, looked to the side as Olive applied the gloss. "It all seemed very normal to me at the time."

Olive set the gloss aside, ran her thumb over Chuck's lip. Chuck hunched her shoulders back. Olive rolled her eyes. "Hold still for a second." Her fingertip flickered against the corner of Chuck's mouth, and then she sat back with a smile. "Perfect."

Chuck licked her lips, tasted plum and sugar. "It's nice."

"It's ruined," Olive commented.

"We can try another color," Chuck suggested. She pointed to a nice mauve. "How about that one?"

"Fine," Olive grumbled, and she twisted the gloss between her palms.

Chuck leaned forward, and waited for the touch.

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A/N: Title and summary adapted from since feeling is first by e. e. cummings:

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

pushing daisies

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