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kinkfestTitle: The Beginning of a Happy Ending
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Rating: G
Warnings: SPOILERS for the end of the game
Word count: 428
Prompt: Okami, Waka/Amaterasu: poetry - What rhymes with "star-crossed?"
Summary: Writing poetry takes time, and Ammy is impatient.
As it turned out, traveling like this could be quite boring after a while, now that she had nothing to do but sit around and wait until the strange vehicle arrived at their destination. She was used to running tirelessly across the land, feeling the ground and the wind and the light. This was new for her and, after the novelty wore off, not entirely comfortable. She missed her freedom to go wherever she wanted, to let herself dart at full speed. But the Celestial Plains were far away, and she would have to be patient.
Waka helped a lot. Not only because she enjoyed his company, but also because he went out of her way to keep her entertained. He told her stories of the old days she didn't remember (cheerful stories, always; this was the beginning of a happy ending and he didn't dwell on anything that could make them sad). He also told her of his days in Nippon, funny anecdotes about himself and Ishaku or about the Tao Troopers' antics.
After a while, it seemed he also needed a bit more of a distraction, because he began taking the time to tell all of these stories in original ways – even stranger than his usual elaborate manner of speech, which she thought was saying quite a lot. Lately, he'd been stubbornly trying to put things into verse.
He must have been really, really bored. And the worst part of it, in Ammy's opinion at least, was that this wasn't going anywhere. Maybe he just wasn't all that good at poetry. In any case, she was getting tired of waiting.
"Patience, chérie," he said, without looking up from his notes, when she poked him with one of her paws. "This is an art! It needs time and talent."
She tilted her head in disbelief, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Hmm. What rhymes with 'star-crossed'?"
Ammy's only answer was a well-placed tackle. He laughed at her reaction, but she held her place, merrily wagging her tail as she pinned him to the ground.
"All right, all right. I can see my poetry is not appreciated," he sighed, pretending to be hurt in his pride. Not that he could trick her, really, with that amused expression in his eyes.
She licked his face and then proceeded to run away just because she could, and he followed her all over the place claiming that he couldn't let someone as clumsy as her alone for two seconds or else she'd break everything, and the unfinished poems soon lied forgotten.
Author:
laurus_nobilisRating: G
Warnings: SPOILERS for the end of the game
Word count: 428
Prompt: Okami, Waka/Amaterasu: poetry - What rhymes with "star-crossed?"
Summary: Writing poetry takes time, and Ammy is impatient.
As it turned out, traveling like this could be quite boring after a while, now that she had nothing to do but sit around and wait until the strange vehicle arrived at their destination. She was used to running tirelessly across the land, feeling the ground and the wind and the light. This was new for her and, after the novelty wore off, not entirely comfortable. She missed her freedom to go wherever she wanted, to let herself dart at full speed. But the Celestial Plains were far away, and she would have to be patient.
Waka helped a lot. Not only because she enjoyed his company, but also because he went out of her way to keep her entertained. He told her stories of the old days she didn't remember (cheerful stories, always; this was the beginning of a happy ending and he didn't dwell on anything that could make them sad). He also told her of his days in Nippon, funny anecdotes about himself and Ishaku or about the Tao Troopers' antics.
After a while, it seemed he also needed a bit more of a distraction, because he began taking the time to tell all of these stories in original ways – even stranger than his usual elaborate manner of speech, which she thought was saying quite a lot. Lately, he'd been stubbornly trying to put things into verse.
He must have been really, really bored. And the worst part of it, in Ammy's opinion at least, was that this wasn't going anywhere. Maybe he just wasn't all that good at poetry. In any case, she was getting tired of waiting.
"Patience, chérie," he said, without looking up from his notes, when she poked him with one of her paws. "This is an art! It needs time and talent."
She tilted her head in disbelief, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Hmm. What rhymes with 'star-crossed'?"
Ammy's only answer was a well-placed tackle. He laughed at her reaction, but she held her place, merrily wagging her tail as she pinned him to the ground.
"All right, all right. I can see my poetry is not appreciated," he sighed, pretending to be hurt in his pride. Not that he could trick her, really, with that amused expression in his eyes.
She licked his face and then proceeded to run away just because she could, and he followed her all over the place claiming that he couldn't let someone as clumsy as her alone for two seconds or else she'd break everything, and the unfinished poems soon lied forgotten.
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Date: 2009-06-30 04:44 am (UTC)