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[Fic] Trees of Green, Red Roses Too
Apr. 11th, 2021 09:11 amTitle: Trees of Green, Red Roses Too
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Relationship: Brain & Ava
Rating: PG
Content notes: unreality
Words: 895
Summary: Daybreak Town is a beautiful world. The hill overlooking it is the perfect place to discuss any kind of destiny.
The wind ruffled the grassy hill as Brain and Ava sat there in silence. Brain laid back, his hat pulled down low and shading his forehead.
It was a beautiful day. There was quiet birdsong in the distance, and the air was just warm enough that the cool dew on the grass was welcome at Brain’s back. The tiered colours of the eternal dawn edged their way into his sight, visible beyond the brim of his hat as a slim crescent. By his elbow were Ava’s gifts — or maybe it was more appropriate to call them homework — the union leader book of rules, and the infamous Book of Prophecies itself. The one that was supposed to go to the ruler of this world’s chosen pawn, evidence of its destiny circled in red between its pages. Evidence that could stand to wait a while to be uncovered. ( Plausible deniability and all that. )
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Relationship: Brain & Ava
Rating: PG
Content notes: unreality
Words: 895
Summary: Daybreak Town is a beautiful world. The hill overlooking it is the perfect place to discuss any kind of destiny.
The wind ruffled the grassy hill as Brain and Ava sat there in silence. Brain laid back, his hat pulled down low and shading his forehead.
It was a beautiful day. There was quiet birdsong in the distance, and the air was just warm enough that the cool dew on the grass was welcome at Brain’s back. The tiered colours of the eternal dawn edged their way into his sight, visible beyond the brim of his hat as a slim crescent. By his elbow were Ava’s gifts — or maybe it was more appropriate to call them homework — the union leader book of rules, and the infamous Book of Prophecies itself. The one that was supposed to go to the ruler of this world’s chosen pawn, evidence of its destiny circled in red between its pages. Evidence that could stand to wait a while to be uncovered. ( Plausible deniability and all that. )
