Post by sketchymurr on Jul 27, 2011 20:04:48 GMT 10
Title: Time Exposure
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Daja Kisubo
Event: 1500 word dash
Words: 1500
Warning: implied femmeslash~
Summary: A comparatively long exposure made in seconds or minutes.
Notes: holy carp, this took so long. ; I wasn't sure where to go with it, then it started, and I couldn't cut it off at 500 words... so here it is. How they met. :x
Daja never would have met Serah if Tris hadn’t been sick. Of course, they’d been pampering her- making sure she took her time and let her body heal. The cool weather had gotten to her, even though she’d claimed it made her feel better. So Daja had gone to the bakery in the morning, already in her clothing for the forge.
And she’d met her.
She could still remember the details, ingrained as they were in her mind. It was one of those defining moments that she’d never forget, even if the girl came and went. First it was the smile- bright and welcoming, seeming to lighten the chill morning. The bakery was warm and welcoming, but with her in it, it was more so. People were smiling, children entranced by the goods on the shelves.
“Good morning.”
~*~
Five sevendays later, and she finally admitted to Tris why she’d taken responsibility for getting the bread in the morning. It was a small price to pay, rising a little earlier, to see Serah each morning before she started her day in her forge.
Tris had only raised a brow and shrugged, the relief that Daja wasn’t coddling her in her tone as she asked about her.
Daja sighed and grabbed the bread basket. “She doesn’t even notice me,” she told Tris as she left.
Tris couldn’t help but wonder how she couldn’t notice her. Daja was a little hard to miss, after all.
~*~
What she knew about Serah was what she’d gleaned from other customers.
“Her da owns the bakery- ma run off with ‘nother man when she was a wee youngin’.”
“Serah’s here every morning, works hard.”
“She’s the only one who Jimah listens to.”
“Looks like her ma, with those green eyes.”
“Home-body. Much too pretty to stay at home and work all the time.”
~*~
“You’re Daja right?” Serah’s smile caught Daja off-guard and she stumbled, trying to pack the bread into the basket. She was suddenly clumsy.
Serah’s deft hands took the bread from her and arranged the bread neatly. “You’re on Cheeseman way, right? You’re one of those mages.” The smile was still warm, the words spoken with more curiosity than malice. Daja nodded mutely, her eyes everywhere but on Serah.
“Are they as quiet as you are?” Daja was flushing as she shook her head, small braids flying as she lifted the basket.
“Not at all,” she murmured.
Serah’s laugh only highlighted her creamy neck and the way her blond hair shone from the coals in the fire. She wiped her forehead and grinned. “See you tomorrow.”
~*~
“You should ask her out for a walk, or something, You don’t have to work every day.” There was a hint of a tone in Tris’ voice that made Daja bristle.
“I’ve got a lot of orders,” she murmured as she chewed a piece of bread.
“Drowning yourself in work won’t make her talk to you,” Tris snapped as she cut vegetables from the garden.
Daja didn’t want to admit Tris was right.
~*~
“I don’t have your bread ready yet, Daja. Can you wait a few minutes?” Serah was wearing a dark brown that showed flour hand prints on it. Her green eyes seemed brighter than usual as she arranged bread in a basket.
“Of course.”
“Here. There’s a sweet roll in there. Thanks for waiting.” Serah pushed her blonde hair back from her eyes as she turned back to her work. Daja took her basket and left, chewing on the sweet roll. It’d been cut in half and put back together, the cinnamon and sugar crunchy from being warmed.
It wasn’t until she got home to unpack the bread that she found the note. The paper was tied with a piece of green ribbon. She recognized it from Serah’s hair as she usually tied it up with a snippet of coloured ribbon.
“We close after midday. I’ll be waiting tomorrow.”
~*~
“You should go,” Briar said as he ate an apple, watching as Daja paced.
“But-“
“No. Just go.” Briar smiled at Daja as he fished another apple from the basket and tossed it to her. “It’ll be good for you.”
Daja handed the apple to Tris and went to get ready.
~*~
Daja showed up early, fidgeting as she entered the empty bakery. Serah was cleaning the shelves and putting dough to bake the next morning away.
“You came.” She straightened, wiping flour from her hands. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked over Daja.
“Of course.” Daja didn’t say that she had almost wimped out- it wouldn’t do to admit such cowardice.
Serah put her hands on her hips and studied Daja for a moment. “I just need to go change.”
Daja waited.
She wouldn’t have moved for all the money in the lands.
~*~
Serah had packed a picnic. Daja was almost too nervous to eat, but then common sense got a hold of her. It’d be no good to pass out from a lack of food when there was good food to be had.
“What exactly is this?” Daja’s deep voice startled Serah as she looked away from the view on the hill, her eyes tracing the sharp lines that made Daja up. She knew she was softer, with curved lines on her hips and definition on her arms from kneading bread.
“We’re getting to know each other.”
Daja frowned and picked at a roll. “But we’re not talking.”
Serah leaned in and pressed a kiss to Daja’s lips. “Sometimes, words aren’t needed.”
~*~
Later that night, as Daja sat at her dining room table, a lovely solid wood piece that Briar had helped her pick, she couldn’t sort out what she was feeling.
She barely noticed as Tris descended the stairs in her slipper-covered feet, silently going about making tea. The blend was a relaxing one, and as the cup under her nose steamed over her face, Daja sighed and slumped into the chair. Tris was in her evening gown, tied loosely with a sash and her braids a little ruffled from a tossing night on her pillows.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
Tris’ question was so straightforward, Daja hardly thought about telling her no. “Serah kissed me today.”
Surprise didn’t even register on the redhead’s face as she sipped her tea. “And?”
“I liked it.”
A pause as Tris watched Daja. Why did she look guilty? “Rizu is the past,” Tris hedged.
Daja flinched and stared at her tea, before lifting it to drink. It hadn’t seemed real until Tris had said it. “I suppose she is, isn’t she?”
Daja slept better that night than she had since Namorn.
~*~
The next morning, Tris went to get bread. Daja worked in her forge all day, hardly stopping to eat the food that Briar brought out to her at midday. Tris and Briar exchanged looks before shrugging and going back to their own projects- there was only so much they could do, after all.
At the end of the day, covered in sweat and grime, her apron burnt in places, Daja was so tired she could barely think. But the thought of Serah’s full lips and soft green eyes kept her awake more than she wanted to admit.
~*~
“I’m not getting the bread today,” Tris said firmly. It had been four mornings, and each morning, she’d faced Serah’s hopeful eyes as she walked in, only to see the defeat in them. “As I see it, that young woman took a chance on you, Daj’. And you’re letting her down.” Placing the bread basket on the table, Daja stared at it. She stood slowly and returned to her forge, leaving it there.
Later, she could hear Tris swearing when she found it empty.
The bread basket was still on the table the next morning. Daja picked it up and made her way to the bakery, her heart in her throat.
Tris had been right. Daja hated letting people down.
~*~
When she walked into the familiar bakery, it was almost as good as coming home. The comforting scents of fresh bread, the murmur of customer’s talking. Daja stayed in the back, waiting, watching Serah work. She had seen the other girl’s look of hope when she’d come in, and she didn’t want to disappoint her any more than she already had.
When the morning rush finally trickled out, it was just her and Serah, watching each other across the counter.
“I missed you,” Serah said hesitantly. There were bags under her eyes that Daja didn’t remember being there before.
“I’m sorry. I had to work some things out.”
Serah gave a small smile, pushing her hair behind her ear. She wrapped her arms around herself, not meeting her eyes. “I didn’t mean-“
“I liked it.”
Serah looked up, biting her bottom lip before smiling. “You did?”
“Yes.” Daja stepped forward to close the distance between them. “I like you,” she added, pulling yesterday’s accomplishment from her basket.
Serah took the rose, smiling. “Perfect,” she murmured.
And it was.
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Daja Kisubo
Event: 1500 word dash
Words: 1500
Warning: implied femmeslash~
Summary: A comparatively long exposure made in seconds or minutes.
Notes: holy carp, this took so long. ; I wasn't sure where to go with it, then it started, and I couldn't cut it off at 500 words... so here it is. How they met. :x
Daja never would have met Serah if Tris hadn’t been sick. Of course, they’d been pampering her- making sure she took her time and let her body heal. The cool weather had gotten to her, even though she’d claimed it made her feel better. So Daja had gone to the bakery in the morning, already in her clothing for the forge.
And she’d met her.
She could still remember the details, ingrained as they were in her mind. It was one of those defining moments that she’d never forget, even if the girl came and went. First it was the smile- bright and welcoming, seeming to lighten the chill morning. The bakery was warm and welcoming, but with her in it, it was more so. People were smiling, children entranced by the goods on the shelves.
“Good morning.”
~*~
Five sevendays later, and she finally admitted to Tris why she’d taken responsibility for getting the bread in the morning. It was a small price to pay, rising a little earlier, to see Serah each morning before she started her day in her forge.
Tris had only raised a brow and shrugged, the relief that Daja wasn’t coddling her in her tone as she asked about her.
Daja sighed and grabbed the bread basket. “She doesn’t even notice me,” she told Tris as she left.
Tris couldn’t help but wonder how she couldn’t notice her. Daja was a little hard to miss, after all.
~*~
What she knew about Serah was what she’d gleaned from other customers.
“Her da owns the bakery- ma run off with ‘nother man when she was a wee youngin’.”
“Serah’s here every morning, works hard.”
“She’s the only one who Jimah listens to.”
“Looks like her ma, with those green eyes.”
“Home-body. Much too pretty to stay at home and work all the time.”
~*~
“You’re Daja right?” Serah’s smile caught Daja off-guard and she stumbled, trying to pack the bread into the basket. She was suddenly clumsy.
Serah’s deft hands took the bread from her and arranged the bread neatly. “You’re on Cheeseman way, right? You’re one of those mages.” The smile was still warm, the words spoken with more curiosity than malice. Daja nodded mutely, her eyes everywhere but on Serah.
“Are they as quiet as you are?” Daja was flushing as she shook her head, small braids flying as she lifted the basket.
“Not at all,” she murmured.
Serah’s laugh only highlighted her creamy neck and the way her blond hair shone from the coals in the fire. She wiped her forehead and grinned. “See you tomorrow.”
~*~
“You should ask her out for a walk, or something, You don’t have to work every day.” There was a hint of a tone in Tris’ voice that made Daja bristle.
“I’ve got a lot of orders,” she murmured as she chewed a piece of bread.
“Drowning yourself in work won’t make her talk to you,” Tris snapped as she cut vegetables from the garden.
Daja didn’t want to admit Tris was right.
~*~
“I don’t have your bread ready yet, Daja. Can you wait a few minutes?” Serah was wearing a dark brown that showed flour hand prints on it. Her green eyes seemed brighter than usual as she arranged bread in a basket.
“Of course.”
“Here. There’s a sweet roll in there. Thanks for waiting.” Serah pushed her blonde hair back from her eyes as she turned back to her work. Daja took her basket and left, chewing on the sweet roll. It’d been cut in half and put back together, the cinnamon and sugar crunchy from being warmed.
It wasn’t until she got home to unpack the bread that she found the note. The paper was tied with a piece of green ribbon. She recognized it from Serah’s hair as she usually tied it up with a snippet of coloured ribbon.
“We close after midday. I’ll be waiting tomorrow.”
~*~
“You should go,” Briar said as he ate an apple, watching as Daja paced.
“But-“
“No. Just go.” Briar smiled at Daja as he fished another apple from the basket and tossed it to her. “It’ll be good for you.”
Daja handed the apple to Tris and went to get ready.
~*~
Daja showed up early, fidgeting as she entered the empty bakery. Serah was cleaning the shelves and putting dough to bake the next morning away.
“You came.” She straightened, wiping flour from her hands. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked over Daja.
“Of course.” Daja didn’t say that she had almost wimped out- it wouldn’t do to admit such cowardice.
Serah put her hands on her hips and studied Daja for a moment. “I just need to go change.”
Daja waited.
She wouldn’t have moved for all the money in the lands.
~*~
Serah had packed a picnic. Daja was almost too nervous to eat, but then common sense got a hold of her. It’d be no good to pass out from a lack of food when there was good food to be had.
“What exactly is this?” Daja’s deep voice startled Serah as she looked away from the view on the hill, her eyes tracing the sharp lines that made Daja up. She knew she was softer, with curved lines on her hips and definition on her arms from kneading bread.
“We’re getting to know each other.”
Daja frowned and picked at a roll. “But we’re not talking.”
Serah leaned in and pressed a kiss to Daja’s lips. “Sometimes, words aren’t needed.”
~*~
Later that night, as Daja sat at her dining room table, a lovely solid wood piece that Briar had helped her pick, she couldn’t sort out what she was feeling.
She barely noticed as Tris descended the stairs in her slipper-covered feet, silently going about making tea. The blend was a relaxing one, and as the cup under her nose steamed over her face, Daja sighed and slumped into the chair. Tris was in her evening gown, tied loosely with a sash and her braids a little ruffled from a tossing night on her pillows.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
Tris’ question was so straightforward, Daja hardly thought about telling her no. “Serah kissed me today.”
Surprise didn’t even register on the redhead’s face as she sipped her tea. “And?”
“I liked it.”
A pause as Tris watched Daja. Why did she look guilty? “Rizu is the past,” Tris hedged.
Daja flinched and stared at her tea, before lifting it to drink. It hadn’t seemed real until Tris had said it. “I suppose she is, isn’t she?”
Daja slept better that night than she had since Namorn.
~*~
The next morning, Tris went to get bread. Daja worked in her forge all day, hardly stopping to eat the food that Briar brought out to her at midday. Tris and Briar exchanged looks before shrugging and going back to their own projects- there was only so much they could do, after all.
At the end of the day, covered in sweat and grime, her apron burnt in places, Daja was so tired she could barely think. But the thought of Serah’s full lips and soft green eyes kept her awake more than she wanted to admit.
~*~
“I’m not getting the bread today,” Tris said firmly. It had been four mornings, and each morning, she’d faced Serah’s hopeful eyes as she walked in, only to see the defeat in them. “As I see it, that young woman took a chance on you, Daj’. And you’re letting her down.” Placing the bread basket on the table, Daja stared at it. She stood slowly and returned to her forge, leaving it there.
Later, she could hear Tris swearing when she found it empty.
The bread basket was still on the table the next morning. Daja picked it up and made her way to the bakery, her heart in her throat.
Tris had been right. Daja hated letting people down.
~*~
When she walked into the familiar bakery, it was almost as good as coming home. The comforting scents of fresh bread, the murmur of customer’s talking. Daja stayed in the back, waiting, watching Serah work. She had seen the other girl’s look of hope when she’d come in, and she didn’t want to disappoint her any more than she already had.
When the morning rush finally trickled out, it was just her and Serah, watching each other across the counter.
“I missed you,” Serah said hesitantly. There were bags under her eyes that Daja didn’t remember being there before.
“I’m sorry. I had to work some things out.”
Serah gave a small smile, pushing her hair behind her ear. She wrapped her arms around herself, not meeting her eyes. “I didn’t mean-“
“I liked it.”
Serah looked up, biting her bottom lip before smiling. “You did?”
“Yes.” Daja stepped forward to close the distance between them. “I like you,” she added, pulling yesterday’s accomplishment from her basket.
Serah took the rose, smiling. “Perfect,” she murmured.
And it was.