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picture_prompt_funTitle: Scattered Petals
Fandom: Tales of Hearts
Characters: Beryl/Amethyst, Kor, Hisui, Kohaku, Ines
Rating: PG-13/het
Words: 550
Tags: flirting, weight shaming
A fill forpicture_prompt_fun and fffc advent calendars, day 10
Beryl hadn't made any big plans for Christmas. Usually she just went home, lazed around in her room with her book collection and one of the smaller of the Villa's famously fluffy sheep sat next to her, trying to eat her hair. Sometimes she'd poke her head out of the window so she could sketch the snow settling on the mountains and the lake frozen over but to be honest it was mostly too cold for her tastes. She had other paintings to put finishing touches on, scenes she could perfectly easily paint from memory or imagination. She got at least one new book every year - she wasn't very subtle about letting people know which one she wanted. Usually she was given more art supplies and hair ribbons, too. Her mother would cook too much food and, with nobody around, she could stuff her face with it and not ruin her reputation as the slender, dainty one in her little band of friends. In short, she liked her celebrations to be simple, relaxing, not involve any of the things that annoy her, most importantly, warm.
So why she was stood outside in the snow, bending down to pick up yet another glistening red rose that had been tossed in front of her door, she didn't understand at all. She knew exactly who had dropped the flowers but she had no idea what he was doing here, of all places. Didn't he have more glamorous, tackier places to visit than this peaceful place, other women to pester who were air-headed enough to fall into his arms?
She soon found his airship, surrounded by excitedly babbling children, complaining farmers whose fields had been flattened during the landing, sheep who were running around bleating and devouring the crops they would normally be shooed away from. Her master was there, too, rushing to paint the unusual scene.
Folding her arms and scowling, she was about to throw him a remark she hoped would be more cutting than the thorns of his silly roses. The smile he flashed her, batting his eyelashes and causing his hair to drift across his shoulders, as he presented another rose with a flourish of his elegant, white lace gloved hands, cut her short.
"I apologise for the unannounced arrival but I decided on the spur of the moment that I simply could not leave a young maiden alone, when she has made her think about me all day and night even since I met her," he proclaimed, "And, to make it not seem improper to visit you, I brought some of your friends who expressed a wish to join me. The ocean is so rough at the moment, you see, and the mountain is difficulty to cross."
That was the point, you... She tried to growl but she was still taken aback, standing with her mouth hanging open, she realised with a fierce blush, like an idiot. Kor, Hisui and Kohaku all waved at her as they walked down the gangplank. Ines whistled as she idly carried everyone's luggage in one arm.
"Do come in," Beryl fixed the older woman a mischievous grin, "We've got lots of cake, more than I could EVER eat, and I'm SO glad they'll go to someone who APPRECIATES them like you do!"
Fandom: Tales of Hearts
Characters: Beryl/Amethyst, Kor, Hisui, Kohaku, Ines
Rating: PG-13/het
Words: 550
Tags: flirting, weight shaming
A fill for
picture_prompt_fun and fffc advent calendars, day 10Beryl hadn't made any big plans for Christmas. Usually she just went home, lazed around in her room with her book collection and one of the smaller of the Villa's famously fluffy sheep sat next to her, trying to eat her hair. Sometimes she'd poke her head out of the window so she could sketch the snow settling on the mountains and the lake frozen over but to be honest it was mostly too cold for her tastes. She had other paintings to put finishing touches on, scenes she could perfectly easily paint from memory or imagination. She got at least one new book every year - she wasn't very subtle about letting people know which one she wanted. Usually she was given more art supplies and hair ribbons, too. Her mother would cook too much food and, with nobody around, she could stuff her face with it and not ruin her reputation as the slender, dainty one in her little band of friends. In short, she liked her celebrations to be simple, relaxing, not involve any of the things that annoy her, most importantly, warm.
So why she was stood outside in the snow, bending down to pick up yet another glistening red rose that had been tossed in front of her door, she didn't understand at all. She knew exactly who had dropped the flowers but she had no idea what he was doing here, of all places. Didn't he have more glamorous, tackier places to visit than this peaceful place, other women to pester who were air-headed enough to fall into his arms?
She soon found his airship, surrounded by excitedly babbling children, complaining farmers whose fields had been flattened during the landing, sheep who were running around bleating and devouring the crops they would normally be shooed away from. Her master was there, too, rushing to paint the unusual scene.
Folding her arms and scowling, she was about to throw him a remark she hoped would be more cutting than the thorns of his silly roses. The smile he flashed her, batting his eyelashes and causing his hair to drift across his shoulders, as he presented another rose with a flourish of his elegant, white lace gloved hands, cut her short.
"I apologise for the unannounced arrival but I decided on the spur of the moment that I simply could not leave a young maiden alone, when she has made her think about me all day and night even since I met her," he proclaimed, "And, to make it not seem improper to visit you, I brought some of your friends who expressed a wish to join me. The ocean is so rough at the moment, you see, and the mountain is difficulty to cross."
That was the point, you... She tried to growl but she was still taken aback, standing with her mouth hanging open, she realised with a fierce blush, like an idiot. Kor, Hisui and Kohaku all waved at her as they walked down the gangplank. Ines whistled as she idly carried everyone's luggage in one arm.
"Do come in," Beryl fixed the older woman a mischievous grin, "We've got lots of cake, more than I could EVER eat, and I'm SO glad they'll go to someone who APPRECIATES them like you do!"
