in the sunlit garden
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yukieTITLE: Garden of Muses
CHARACTERS: Vicky and Aurora
SUMMARY: Speculative 'maybe they first met like this?' type fiction thing! Yay. Vicky is 19 here, so it's two years before the fustercluck and before the other stuff I've written, in which she's 21.
RATING: G. Total G. I know, man.
NOTES: It will give you cavities. Also possibly typos.
***
The fact that the vizier still won't bother looking over her proposals for the project hasn't deterred Vicky whatsoever from moving right along to the planning stages. Who knows - maybe with some concrete material, she'll be able to convince him.
It's not terribly likely - according to the guild master, Lady Lyrum Mondegroen, Dimetrius spends like the Bastion's still at war. Petitioning the Prince is an option, but - Vicky really doesn't want to hassle Prince Ansem unless she absolutely cannot get Dimetrius to listen at all. And even before that, Lyrum has a plan: submit the project herself.
"Maybe he's got a bug up his back end because you're 'just an apprentice'. Not really bright of him. If he'd look at your work, he would know there's no reason for him to be acting like a stodgy idiot. I swear he thinks that any one of the younger generation is going to replace all his precious classical works with abstract pieces entitled 'Cheeseburger 57' or something."
Vicky laughed for about fifteen minutes straight about that, but Lyrum has a valid point. Dimetrius is very traditional. The world's changed a great deal since he was Vicky's age, and for some older people that's terrifying.
Dimetrius is edgy about people of Fair descent (Pari in the Kildean language) too - elves, fae, shapeshifters, the youkai from the eastern lands. He seems convinced that he's at risk of something from them at any given time, and the more obviously Fair someone is the weirder he gets. Isa and Lazul, shapeshifters of the lunar clan, can't get within six feet of Dimetrius without him tensing up. That's patently absurd. Lazul's been a member of the Sacred Rose for years and it looks as if Isa's headed in the same direction. Their loyalty's unquestionable - lupine shifters like them will follow their leader to the ends of the worlds.
That doesn't stop the vizier from eying Lazul and Isa askance though.
Vicky realizes that she's tensed up herself and completely fudged a line. That's a smooth curve like a teacup is a vehicle. She sighs and erases it. This takes a bit more effort than usual since she bore down really hard on the pencil in irritation. Once the line's gone, she dusts the eraser bits off the page with her sleeve and sketches the curve again - the sweep of the Dark Lady's skirt.
She's sitting in the garden outside the place of worship. Though dedicated primarily to Chrystalis (this is the Bastion after all, her home and a place she loves), it's also blessed to the other Ladies. Silmeria, Veradisia, Tsukiyomi and Müllenkamp grace the other four windows. The current ones are pretty enough...but they're not as beautiful as once they were.
Stacked next to Vicky on the bench are five books, all devoted to sacred artwork. One is even dedicated solely to the architecture of the shrine. There are colour illustrations of the original windows - and even on paper they outshine the current ones. Those were never intended to be permanent - the shrine sustained heavy damage during the Great War, and was repaired hastily. While the repairs were skillful enough, they weren't exactly elegant, and were never intended to be permanent. The artisans' guilds have been petitioning for funds to repair it properly for years. Dimetrius blows them off every time.
Vicky glances over at the illustration of Müllenkamp's window, then returns her attention to her sketch. She wants to keep the iconography, but the formal artwork of the old windows looks to her to be kind of stiff and flat, and while it's beautiful it doesn't reflect at all the spirit of the place or of the ladies.
If she can keep the spirit of the original windows but make it less static somehow, less formalistic...
"It's really beautiful out today, isn't it? I can see why you're out here today and not in the foyer."
Vicky jumps and almost drops her sketchbook. She looks up, starts to say something, and then forgets what she wanted to say. Indeed she's forgotten what a word is.
The woman who addressed her is absurdly beautiful, and has the warmest smile Vicky's ever seen, and it takes her five seconds to realize that she's been addressed by Lady Garamonde. She leaps to her feet, hugging the sketchbook to her chest out of instinct, and bows deeply (fae women don't curtsy, as a rule). "I apologize profusely. I - if I'd known it was you I would have addressed you sooner. Normally I'm not so oblivious. Please forgive me."
"You don't have to be sorry. I'm the one who popped out of nowhere on you when you were busy doing something you love. You're - Victoria, Right? Lyrum's apprentice? I know you grandmother very well. She's told me a lot about you and your brother but I haven't actually gotten to meet you until now. You're sort of elusive, you know?"
"Ye--yes. Lyrum Mondegroen is my teacher and - and - m-my grandmother is Eirlys Greene." Vicky's sure her cheeks and ears are a ridiculous shade of pink. Oh, pull yourself together, you fluffhead. "But you knew that. Sh-she's - one of the Mediators - "
"...And you're one as well."
"Yes, milady."
Lady Garamonde gets the giggles. "You know, you can just call me Aurora. I'm not going to bonk you in the head with that giant book of paintings if you're not super-formal. I actually prefer when people aren't - it makes them more relaxed and I'd rather people were happy and at ease."
"A-ah. Um. I don't know if I can go that - casual? C-can I call you by Lady Aurora? I'm sorry..."
"You can do that." Aurora puts a hand on Vicky's shoulder and giggles again when Vicky squeaks. "You okay? your friend Ric gets the hiccups when he's nervous - I can go get us both some tea, if you do too..."
Ric. Friedrich Kaim, who Vicky's a little bit famous for negotiating with. He's a homunculus, a golem with a soul, and when Vicky first bet him he was very unhappy and quite close to causing large explosions. He'd been chased around for a while by a group of impulsive idiots who thought that since Ric's 'father' was a reformed member of the Gingrim, Ric was therefore bound to turn out evil. How harassing him was supposed to fix that is anyone's guess.
In the end, Vicky helped Ric to calm down and confiscated the spell ingredients. Ric ended up sentenced to doing community service work, but he hardly minded that. He still worked in the palace's public botanical gardens part-time.
"I don't get the hiccups," Vicky says, making herself focus on the here-and-now and finally working up the courage to look up at Aurora. "I'll be...I'll be all right. But. Thank you."
She has such green eyes. Vicky's never seen a human with such green eyes (even if that human is in spirit divine) - normally only the Fair-blooded have eyes so vivid a colour.
Her heart is completely open too. In the moment Vicky makes eye contact she can see that Aurora hides nothing. She's utterly unguarded, completely trusting.
It doesn't matter to her that Vicky's a Heartseer and Dreamwalker. She isn't afraid of Vicky's blood or her Gift. She doesn't expect Vicky to be her grandmother.
Vicky almost drops the sketchbook and she's utterly startled by the teary prickling feeling at the corners of her eyes.
This woman has seen her for who she is and is not afraid.
This woman has seen her for who she is and decided that she - loves...her...?
Really?
Oh, Lady and Lord in a little pink canoe, she's sure her ears are crimson by now.
"May I see your sketchbook?" Aurora asks. "Lyrum told me about your project and I've wanted to see it for ages but I keep missing you. You're pretty wily and elusive, but I finally found you." A smile. "So I win this round?"
Vicky squeaks a few times before nodding yes and handing the book to Aurora.
Aurora brightens visibly upon seeing the line drawings. "Oh. Are these the designs you want to do? They look like the old windows but...now it looks like the Dark Lady could maybe dance off the pane and out the door if she wanted. I really, really like these. They look alive."
"Th-thank you," Vicky says. "I wanted that to be - I mean I wanted to keep the old designs but they - they looked - the tradition at that time made everything extremely flat and very posed and formal and static. They're beautiful windows but I don't know that they really...oh, this is going to sound so arrogant, I should just stop blathering on..."
"No, no. I want to hear the blatheriness. What were you going to say?"
"...I don't know that the formal classical windows showed the spirit of the Ladies and the elements," Vicky murmurs, looking a the toes of her boots. They're scuffed, and one of her rainbow-striped thigh-high socks is sliding down. She was cleaning up her studio before she came here, so she's just wearing an old black t-shirt and shorts. Her hair is the definition of frizz. Aigh. She feels awkward and gawky and daft.
But Aurora doesn't care about her dusty boots or crinkly sock or fritzy hair. Aurora's joy is palpable and infectious. Slowly the butterflies leave Vicky's stomach and her shoulder relax.
She goes on, "The elements are living things. All elements are - both the High and the Natural. And the Ladies are living people. It didn't feel right to me to show them so still. The old windows were beautiful but everybody looks like she's posing. I wanted the windows to look more like a single moment in time. ...I don't know if that's to everyone's liking, though. And I don't know if my style is ideal, or if people will disapprove of the fact that my style is so obviously fae. Those curves and those motifs are traditional for us. I'm keeping the classical ones too but I wanted to put in the traditional Kildean symbols as well. I looked at a lot of Kildean art, too."
'I can tell." Aurora strokes the line of Lady Müllenkamp's skirt. "The way you've drawn her hands is perfect. it's right. You know what both those mudrā mean, too, don't you?"
"Her right hand is in the Abhaya mudrā and it means 'fear not'," Vicky says, "and her left is the Varada mudrā - offering and compassion and sincerity."
Aurora smiles. (Vicky feels her heart sort of flutter.) "You're right. You really care a lot about this, don't you? You've put your heart and soul into these already. I'd love to see what the finished windows will be like."
"...I want to make them," says Vicky. "I don't know if I'll be able to, though. Vizier Xephalos is wary of trusting an apprentice with a project of this level, and he's reluctant to allot the money - I told him already that it doesn't matter, that I'll figure out a way to raise the money for supplies myself and that the guild will help me...but he hasn't even looked over my formal proposals. I was hoping that if he saw the drawings he might consider things seriously."
Aurora looks at Vicky a moment, then sets the sketchbook down carefully on the bench and hugs Vicky close.
"It isn't that you're unskilled. Far from it." Aurora pats Vicky's hair gently. "You have a great deal of talent as an artisan and as a mediator. it's just...Dimetrius is an older man and he's afraid of change. A lot of that comes from having lived through the war, I think, but some of it just comes from his upbringing and his attitude. You're not a bad person, and you're not scary or weird or untalented..." She draws back, hands on Vicky's shoulders, and asks, "Has he been weird at you about the colour of your hair?"
Vicky blinks. How did - ? "He has, a bit. I mean, I know why. This colour, the black with the purple to it, that's a signifier of bad news to some people. And the weapon I prefer doesn't help."
"He's superstitious," Aurora sighs. "And ridiculous. For one your eyes aren't also purple at all, which, MAYBE if they were he MIGHT have a teeny reason to be a doofus...but they're not so he doesn't have one." Another smile, another heart flutter from Vicky. "They're pretty much exactly spring green but anyway I digress. You're not weird. You're not spooky. It's not you Dimetrius s scared of. And I love your work."
"Thank you," says Vicky, smiling back. "You have no...wait, no, that's ridiculous, you would know how much this means to me, wouldn't you? You - y-you can see my heart."
"I can." Aurora takes Vicky's hands. "It's a wonderful heart, I think. Tell you what - I'll talk to the vizier and I'll try to get hm to tone down the stuffiness. I'll ask him to look seriously at your proposals, and to listen to Lyrum and Eirlys. Is that okay?"
"M-more that!" Vicky's wide-eyed. "I'm in your debt. I can't - I mean I don't even - I didn't expect anything like - "
"Breathe, Vicky, it's okay," Aurora laughs as Vicky flails a bit. "No debt, no owing, nothing like that. I want your deigns to be the ones used in the shrine. This isn't a favour. This is my desire."
"...All right," says Vicky. "Thank you. I don't know what more to say. I don't know what to even do. This is just...I couldn't have ever expected this. Jeremiah drew the Star this morning but I never would have known..."
"I think I like being associated with that card. Tell your brother thank-you from me, and that I hope to see him soon? I'm so sorry to suddenly flutter off on you like the biggest butterfly in the Bastion but Xemnas needs me for something? He just called."
"Oh. That was what I felt then?" It was like a breeze across her awareness, a sent feeling of longing.
"Yes. He's quite eloquent when he wants to be." Aurora hugs Vicky again. "And so are you, with your pencil. And don't worry about stumbling over your words. I understood you perfectly."
She kisses Vicky's forehead, and Vicky makes a little noise like 'meee'.
"Take care of yourself, Vicky, okay? Work hard on what you love to do. I'm on your side and I completely adore your windows. If you ever feel like your confidence went down the drain, remember I said that, okay?"
"I will, Lady Aurora. Take care - and - I hope to see you again soon...?" Vicky bows again.
Aurora beams. "Likewise," she says, and heads back toward the palace. "Next time, I'll give you that tea I promised, too."
Vicky watches her until she rounds the corner and disappears, then sits down with a bump on the bench, one hand over her heart.
She thinks she might have a crush on Aurora.
No (she thinks when she considers it again) - she knows she's just gone and fallen in love with Lady Aurora Garamonde.
This is ridiculous and fluffheaded and silly and just absolutely made of all that is nonsense. But Vicky doesn't care right now.
Aurora likes her. (Loves her?) Aurora loves her work.
Her heart feels like it's grown wings.
***
OH THE CUTE. THE CUUUUTE.
The cute ahmahgahd.
XD yeah. This is how it may have gone dwn n this universe.
Ric is another character who's native to Comity. So's Lyrum. Ric really is a homunculus in his home canon and Lyrum is still a 'cheerfully dyketastic art-bitch of an elf broad' (her words exactly, I swear to you that is what she said).
Mediators are probably a lot like VKP inquisitors. Dorka dorka dorka!
CHARACTERS: Vicky and Aurora
SUMMARY: Speculative 'maybe they first met like this?' type fiction thing! Yay. Vicky is 19 here, so it's two years before the fustercluck and before the other stuff I've written, in which she's 21.
RATING: G. Total G. I know, man.
NOTES: It will give you cavities. Also possibly typos.
***
The fact that the vizier still won't bother looking over her proposals for the project hasn't deterred Vicky whatsoever from moving right along to the planning stages. Who knows - maybe with some concrete material, she'll be able to convince him.
It's not terribly likely - according to the guild master, Lady Lyrum Mondegroen, Dimetrius spends like the Bastion's still at war. Petitioning the Prince is an option, but - Vicky really doesn't want to hassle Prince Ansem unless she absolutely cannot get Dimetrius to listen at all. And even before that, Lyrum has a plan: submit the project herself.
"Maybe he's got a bug up his back end because you're 'just an apprentice'. Not really bright of him. If he'd look at your work, he would know there's no reason for him to be acting like a stodgy idiot. I swear he thinks that any one of the younger generation is going to replace all his precious classical works with abstract pieces entitled 'Cheeseburger 57' or something."
Vicky laughed for about fifteen minutes straight about that, but Lyrum has a valid point. Dimetrius is very traditional. The world's changed a great deal since he was Vicky's age, and for some older people that's terrifying.
Dimetrius is edgy about people of Fair descent (Pari in the Kildean language) too - elves, fae, shapeshifters, the youkai from the eastern lands. He seems convinced that he's at risk of something from them at any given time, and the more obviously Fair someone is the weirder he gets. Isa and Lazul, shapeshifters of the lunar clan, can't get within six feet of Dimetrius without him tensing up. That's patently absurd. Lazul's been a member of the Sacred Rose for years and it looks as if Isa's headed in the same direction. Their loyalty's unquestionable - lupine shifters like them will follow their leader to the ends of the worlds.
That doesn't stop the vizier from eying Lazul and Isa askance though.
Vicky realizes that she's tensed up herself and completely fudged a line. That's a smooth curve like a teacup is a vehicle. She sighs and erases it. This takes a bit more effort than usual since she bore down really hard on the pencil in irritation. Once the line's gone, she dusts the eraser bits off the page with her sleeve and sketches the curve again - the sweep of the Dark Lady's skirt.
She's sitting in the garden outside the place of worship. Though dedicated primarily to Chrystalis (this is the Bastion after all, her home and a place she loves), it's also blessed to the other Ladies. Silmeria, Veradisia, Tsukiyomi and Müllenkamp grace the other four windows. The current ones are pretty enough...but they're not as beautiful as once they were.
Stacked next to Vicky on the bench are five books, all devoted to sacred artwork. One is even dedicated solely to the architecture of the shrine. There are colour illustrations of the original windows - and even on paper they outshine the current ones. Those were never intended to be permanent - the shrine sustained heavy damage during the Great War, and was repaired hastily. While the repairs were skillful enough, they weren't exactly elegant, and were never intended to be permanent. The artisans' guilds have been petitioning for funds to repair it properly for years. Dimetrius blows them off every time.
Vicky glances over at the illustration of Müllenkamp's window, then returns her attention to her sketch. She wants to keep the iconography, but the formal artwork of the old windows looks to her to be kind of stiff and flat, and while it's beautiful it doesn't reflect at all the spirit of the place or of the ladies.
If she can keep the spirit of the original windows but make it less static somehow, less formalistic...
"It's really beautiful out today, isn't it? I can see why you're out here today and not in the foyer."
Vicky jumps and almost drops her sketchbook. She looks up, starts to say something, and then forgets what she wanted to say. Indeed she's forgotten what a word is.
The woman who addressed her is absurdly beautiful, and has the warmest smile Vicky's ever seen, and it takes her five seconds to realize that she's been addressed by Lady Garamonde. She leaps to her feet, hugging the sketchbook to her chest out of instinct, and bows deeply (fae women don't curtsy, as a rule). "I apologize profusely. I - if I'd known it was you I would have addressed you sooner. Normally I'm not so oblivious. Please forgive me."
"You don't have to be sorry. I'm the one who popped out of nowhere on you when you were busy doing something you love. You're - Victoria, Right? Lyrum's apprentice? I know you grandmother very well. She's told me a lot about you and your brother but I haven't actually gotten to meet you until now. You're sort of elusive, you know?"
"Ye--yes. Lyrum Mondegroen is my teacher and - and - m-my grandmother is Eirlys Greene." Vicky's sure her cheeks and ears are a ridiculous shade of pink. Oh, pull yourself together, you fluffhead. "But you knew that. Sh-she's - one of the Mediators - "
"...And you're one as well."
"Yes, milady."
Lady Garamonde gets the giggles. "You know, you can just call me Aurora. I'm not going to bonk you in the head with that giant book of paintings if you're not super-formal. I actually prefer when people aren't - it makes them more relaxed and I'd rather people were happy and at ease."
"A-ah. Um. I don't know if I can go that - casual? C-can I call you by Lady Aurora? I'm sorry..."
"You can do that." Aurora puts a hand on Vicky's shoulder and giggles again when Vicky squeaks. "You okay? your friend Ric gets the hiccups when he's nervous - I can go get us both some tea, if you do too..."
Ric. Friedrich Kaim, who Vicky's a little bit famous for negotiating with. He's a homunculus, a golem with a soul, and when Vicky first bet him he was very unhappy and quite close to causing large explosions. He'd been chased around for a while by a group of impulsive idiots who thought that since Ric's 'father' was a reformed member of the Gingrim, Ric was therefore bound to turn out evil. How harassing him was supposed to fix that is anyone's guess.
In the end, Vicky helped Ric to calm down and confiscated the spell ingredients. Ric ended up sentenced to doing community service work, but he hardly minded that. He still worked in the palace's public botanical gardens part-time.
"I don't get the hiccups," Vicky says, making herself focus on the here-and-now and finally working up the courage to look up at Aurora. "I'll be...I'll be all right. But. Thank you."
She has such green eyes. Vicky's never seen a human with such green eyes (even if that human is in spirit divine) - normally only the Fair-blooded have eyes so vivid a colour.
Her heart is completely open too. In the moment Vicky makes eye contact she can see that Aurora hides nothing. She's utterly unguarded, completely trusting.
It doesn't matter to her that Vicky's a Heartseer and Dreamwalker. She isn't afraid of Vicky's blood or her Gift. She doesn't expect Vicky to be her grandmother.
Vicky almost drops the sketchbook and she's utterly startled by the teary prickling feeling at the corners of her eyes.
This woman has seen her for who she is and is not afraid.
This woman has seen her for who she is and decided that she - loves...her...?
Really?
Oh, Lady and Lord in a little pink canoe, she's sure her ears are crimson by now.
"May I see your sketchbook?" Aurora asks. "Lyrum told me about your project and I've wanted to see it for ages but I keep missing you. You're pretty wily and elusive, but I finally found you." A smile. "So I win this round?"
Vicky squeaks a few times before nodding yes and handing the book to Aurora.
Aurora brightens visibly upon seeing the line drawings. "Oh. Are these the designs you want to do? They look like the old windows but...now it looks like the Dark Lady could maybe dance off the pane and out the door if she wanted. I really, really like these. They look alive."
"Th-thank you," Vicky says. "I wanted that to be - I mean I wanted to keep the old designs but they - they looked - the tradition at that time made everything extremely flat and very posed and formal and static. They're beautiful windows but I don't know that they really...oh, this is going to sound so arrogant, I should just stop blathering on..."
"No, no. I want to hear the blatheriness. What were you going to say?"
"...I don't know that the formal classical windows showed the spirit of the Ladies and the elements," Vicky murmurs, looking a the toes of her boots. They're scuffed, and one of her rainbow-striped thigh-high socks is sliding down. She was cleaning up her studio before she came here, so she's just wearing an old black t-shirt and shorts. Her hair is the definition of frizz. Aigh. She feels awkward and gawky and daft.
But Aurora doesn't care about her dusty boots or crinkly sock or fritzy hair. Aurora's joy is palpable and infectious. Slowly the butterflies leave Vicky's stomach and her shoulder relax.
She goes on, "The elements are living things. All elements are - both the High and the Natural. And the Ladies are living people. It didn't feel right to me to show them so still. The old windows were beautiful but everybody looks like she's posing. I wanted the windows to look more like a single moment in time. ...I don't know if that's to everyone's liking, though. And I don't know if my style is ideal, or if people will disapprove of the fact that my style is so obviously fae. Those curves and those motifs are traditional for us. I'm keeping the classical ones too but I wanted to put in the traditional Kildean symbols as well. I looked at a lot of Kildean art, too."
'I can tell." Aurora strokes the line of Lady Müllenkamp's skirt. "The way you've drawn her hands is perfect. it's right. You know what both those mudrā mean, too, don't you?"
"Her right hand is in the Abhaya mudrā and it means 'fear not'," Vicky says, "and her left is the Varada mudrā - offering and compassion and sincerity."
Aurora smiles. (Vicky feels her heart sort of flutter.) "You're right. You really care a lot about this, don't you? You've put your heart and soul into these already. I'd love to see what the finished windows will be like."
"...I want to make them," says Vicky. "I don't know if I'll be able to, though. Vizier Xephalos is wary of trusting an apprentice with a project of this level, and he's reluctant to allot the money - I told him already that it doesn't matter, that I'll figure out a way to raise the money for supplies myself and that the guild will help me...but he hasn't even looked over my formal proposals. I was hoping that if he saw the drawings he might consider things seriously."
Aurora looks at Vicky a moment, then sets the sketchbook down carefully on the bench and hugs Vicky close.
"It isn't that you're unskilled. Far from it." Aurora pats Vicky's hair gently. "You have a great deal of talent as an artisan and as a mediator. it's just...Dimetrius is an older man and he's afraid of change. A lot of that comes from having lived through the war, I think, but some of it just comes from his upbringing and his attitude. You're not a bad person, and you're not scary or weird or untalented..." She draws back, hands on Vicky's shoulders, and asks, "Has he been weird at you about the colour of your hair?"
Vicky blinks. How did - ? "He has, a bit. I mean, I know why. This colour, the black with the purple to it, that's a signifier of bad news to some people. And the weapon I prefer doesn't help."
"He's superstitious," Aurora sighs. "And ridiculous. For one your eyes aren't also purple at all, which, MAYBE if they were he MIGHT have a teeny reason to be a doofus...but they're not so he doesn't have one." Another smile, another heart flutter from Vicky. "They're pretty much exactly spring green but anyway I digress. You're not weird. You're not spooky. It's not you Dimetrius s scared of. And I love your work."
"Thank you," says Vicky, smiling back. "You have no...wait, no, that's ridiculous, you would know how much this means to me, wouldn't you? You - y-you can see my heart."
"I can." Aurora takes Vicky's hands. "It's a wonderful heart, I think. Tell you what - I'll talk to the vizier and I'll try to get hm to tone down the stuffiness. I'll ask him to look seriously at your proposals, and to listen to Lyrum and Eirlys. Is that okay?"
"M-more that!" Vicky's wide-eyed. "I'm in your debt. I can't - I mean I don't even - I didn't expect anything like - "
"Breathe, Vicky, it's okay," Aurora laughs as Vicky flails a bit. "No debt, no owing, nothing like that. I want your deigns to be the ones used in the shrine. This isn't a favour. This is my desire."
"...All right," says Vicky. "Thank you. I don't know what more to say. I don't know what to even do. This is just...I couldn't have ever expected this. Jeremiah drew the Star this morning but I never would have known..."
"I think I like being associated with that card. Tell your brother thank-you from me, and that I hope to see him soon? I'm so sorry to suddenly flutter off on you like the biggest butterfly in the Bastion but Xemnas needs me for something? He just called."
"Oh. That was what I felt then?" It was like a breeze across her awareness, a sent feeling of longing.
"Yes. He's quite eloquent when he wants to be." Aurora hugs Vicky again. "And so are you, with your pencil. And don't worry about stumbling over your words. I understood you perfectly."
She kisses Vicky's forehead, and Vicky makes a little noise like 'meee'.
"Take care of yourself, Vicky, okay? Work hard on what you love to do. I'm on your side and I completely adore your windows. If you ever feel like your confidence went down the drain, remember I said that, okay?"
"I will, Lady Aurora. Take care - and - I hope to see you again soon...?" Vicky bows again.
Aurora beams. "Likewise," she says, and heads back toward the palace. "Next time, I'll give you that tea I promised, too."
Vicky watches her until she rounds the corner and disappears, then sits down with a bump on the bench, one hand over her heart.
She thinks she might have a crush on Aurora.
No (she thinks when she considers it again) - she knows she's just gone and fallen in love with Lady Aurora Garamonde.
This is ridiculous and fluffheaded and silly and just absolutely made of all that is nonsense. But Vicky doesn't care right now.
Aurora likes her. (Loves her?) Aurora loves her work.
Her heart feels like it's grown wings.
***
OH THE CUTE. THE CUUUUTE.
The cute ahmahgahd.
XD yeah. This is how it may have gone dwn n this universe.
Ric is another character who's native to Comity. So's Lyrum. Ric really is a homunculus in his home canon and Lyrum is still a 'cheerfully dyketastic art-bitch of an elf broad' (her words exactly, I swear to you that is what she said).
Mediators are probably a lot like VKP inquisitors. Dorka dorka dorka!
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Date: 2010-04-02 03:25 am (UTC)(And you got 'Ror down pat. As usual. XD)
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Date: 2010-04-02 03:38 am (UTC)(She visits I think. OPEN DOOR HAI ^^)
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Date: 2010-04-02 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-02 02:21 pm (UTC)Well, he's behaving anyway XD
And I go ee XD
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Date: 2010-04-03 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-05 03:25 am (UTC)The cute made me squee.