Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2011 7:08:33 GMT 10
Title: Crane vs the Tomato Plant
Rating: G
Word Count: 436
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: So what exactly happened to the tomato plant that Rosethorn gave Crane?
For three days it sat in his greenhouse, and he wouldn't touch it. He tended his seedlings.
On the fourth day, the plant got offended and turned half its leaves brown, and Crane finally decided to speak to it. (He wasn't as empathic as Rosethorn, he was forced to admit, but he could communicate.)
Rosethorn, the plant said, had told it to flourish, but it couldn't when there was barely any dirt under its roots.
Crane sat back for a moment. The next few hours were spent digging it a place in the glasshouse.
The plant seemed a little surprised, or as surprised as a plant could be, that the warmth and sunshine of the glasshouse didn't bother it. Crane couldn't squash a small hint of satisfaction at that, and wondered how he might mention the fact to Rosethorn.
The plant didn't bloom, though. It didn't die, but it bore little fruit, and just sat in the corner, drinking in the sunshine, off in its own little patch of dirt.
Somehow, Crane fell into the habit of checking up on it just as the glasshouse was to close for the night. (He would never admit it was because the tomato plant seemed to speak with Rosethorn's sharp, mocking voice.) The tomato plant was always a bit sleepy, but also willing to talk about such important things as the state of its patch of soil, and how fertilizers were used.
Crane started speaking to the plant, and his glare was sufficiently intimidating to scare off any novice who might spread rumors to that infuriating woman at Discipline about his visits.
It took until Rosethorn fell ill from working great magic on Winding Circle's walls that Crane just decided to ask. In between booms from the attacking pirates' weapons, he sat beside it on the soil, and laid a hand on its stem, and said, "Why aren't you flourishing?"
The tomato plant may or may not have been thinking in the moment before Crane got a sense of a reply: Longing and loneliness, for Rosethorn's garden, for Rosethorn's love, because at least, there, the gardener cared for it.
Crane didn't admit that he thought he knew how the plant felt. Sometimes, he couldn't help himself, and felt the same way.
When Rosethorn returned from Emelan's north, it was to find that the tomato plant was flourishing. Crane refrained from telling her what the plant, thriving now, had also conveyed:
She thinks about the bird one. But sometimes, she can't help but let her mind wander to the glasshouse.
He didn't say that, sometimes, he felt the same way.
QC by: PeroxidePirate
Rating: G
Word Count: 436
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: So what exactly happened to the tomato plant that Rosethorn gave Crane?
For three days it sat in his greenhouse, and he wouldn't touch it. He tended his seedlings.
On the fourth day, the plant got offended and turned half its leaves brown, and Crane finally decided to speak to it. (He wasn't as empathic as Rosethorn, he was forced to admit, but he could communicate.)
Rosethorn, the plant said, had told it to flourish, but it couldn't when there was barely any dirt under its roots.
Crane sat back for a moment. The next few hours were spent digging it a place in the glasshouse.
The plant seemed a little surprised, or as surprised as a plant could be, that the warmth and sunshine of the glasshouse didn't bother it. Crane couldn't squash a small hint of satisfaction at that, and wondered how he might mention the fact to Rosethorn.
The plant didn't bloom, though. It didn't die, but it bore little fruit, and just sat in the corner, drinking in the sunshine, off in its own little patch of dirt.
Somehow, Crane fell into the habit of checking up on it just as the glasshouse was to close for the night. (He would never admit it was because the tomato plant seemed to speak with Rosethorn's sharp, mocking voice.) The tomato plant was always a bit sleepy, but also willing to talk about such important things as the state of its patch of soil, and how fertilizers were used.
Crane started speaking to the plant, and his glare was sufficiently intimidating to scare off any novice who might spread rumors to that infuriating woman at Discipline about his visits.
It took until Rosethorn fell ill from working great magic on Winding Circle's walls that Crane just decided to ask. In between booms from the attacking pirates' weapons, he sat beside it on the soil, and laid a hand on its stem, and said, "Why aren't you flourishing?"
The tomato plant may or may not have been thinking in the moment before Crane got a sense of a reply: Longing and loneliness, for Rosethorn's garden, for Rosethorn's love, because at least, there, the gardener cared for it.
Crane didn't admit that he thought he knew how the plant felt. Sometimes, he couldn't help himself, and felt the same way.
When Rosethorn returned from Emelan's north, it was to find that the tomato plant was flourishing. Crane refrained from telling her what the plant, thriving now, had also conveyed:
She thinks about the bird one. But sometimes, she can't help but let her mind wander to the glasshouse.
He didn't say that, sometimes, he felt the same way.
QC by: PeroxidePirate
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!