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[fic] Jugglers
Jan. 5th, 2008 08:50 pmTitle: Jugglers
Fandom: Mirrormask
Characters: Helena, not-Valentine
Word Count: 1,109 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Helena has to remember that he's not Valentine, but sometimes it's hard. Romantic, written for the Yuletide New Year's Resolution challenge
He didn't know why she laughed the first time they juggled together to the tune of a fiddle, as though it were a joke they had been making all their lives. He still didn't know why she'd said he would make a terrible waiter. Not that he'd ever wanted to be a waiter, so that was all right.
He didn't know why she gave him some sidelong glances; they seemed further along than he was, as though he'd come into the middle of a courtship that somehow involved him, although he hadn't managed to figure that one out either. It wasn't as irritating as he half expected, describing it to Pingo once. It was puzzling, baffling most of the time, but it was also rather nice.
She was very kind about it, too. For all that she treated him like her long-established boyfriend half the time and like she wasn't sure she wanted him to be the other half, she was always polite and apologetic when she realized he had no idea what she was on about.
"Of course not," she said once, with a smile that spoke of that secret joke again. "You're a very important person."
"I… I am?"
Well, of course he was, her eyes said. But her smile said of course he didn't know what she was talking about, and it was sad.
Which was the only reason, really, why he did it.( Read more... )
Fandom: Mirrormask
Characters: Helena, not-Valentine
Word Count: 1,109 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Helena has to remember that he's not Valentine, but sometimes it's hard. Romantic, written for the Yuletide New Year's Resolution challenge
He didn't know why she laughed the first time they juggled together to the tune of a fiddle, as though it were a joke they had been making all their lives. He still didn't know why she'd said he would make a terrible waiter. Not that he'd ever wanted to be a waiter, so that was all right.
He didn't know why she gave him some sidelong glances; they seemed further along than he was, as though he'd come into the middle of a courtship that somehow involved him, although he hadn't managed to figure that one out either. It wasn't as irritating as he half expected, describing it to Pingo once. It was puzzling, baffling most of the time, but it was also rather nice.
She was very kind about it, too. For all that she treated him like her long-established boyfriend half the time and like she wasn't sure she wanted him to be the other half, she was always polite and apologetic when she realized he had no idea what she was on about.
"Of course not," she said once, with a smile that spoke of that secret joke again. "You're a very important person."
"I… I am?"
Well, of course he was, her eyes said. But her smile said of course he didn't know what she was talking about, and it was sad.
Which was the only reason, really, why he did it.( Read more... )
