Amelia Sterling / Rose Red (holdontothepast) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-07-28 10:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, amelia sterling, anahita abedini |
WHO: Anahita Abedini and Amelia Sterling
WHAT: BINGO prompt: First Love
WHEN: Years ago
WHERE: Amelia's dorm
WARNING/RATING: Cuteness.
Woodsbridge was about as perfect as it was utterly sort of awful. Filled with Tales: good. Tiny town in the middle of the woods: not so good. But there had been plenty of good to come into Ana’s life here in the past years, and one of them was waiting for her right at that very moment. Amelia was a sophomore, two years younger than her, but she didn’t care. She was clever, cool and pretty and seemed to get Ana on a level most didn’t. Sure, their bad days were explosive, but the good days outnumbered them and for the moment, that was enough — enough to know that this was the first time anyone had managed to catch her attention for this long — enough to know that before, living in the Mundane-dominated world, she hadn’t been sure she was even capable of love — enough to realize she had been wrong. She gave a couple of short raps on Amelia’s dormitory door before letting herself in. Her eyes searched the room before they found her, and she smiled. “Hey, guess who won last night’s raffle,” she said lightly. Amelia declared at a young age that love wasn't something she was ever going to need, probably because the people around her kept pointing out her prince would come eventually. Rose Red had a prince, and that was destined, and she'd purposely stomped down that idea from day one. She didn't need a prince. All she needed was someone who didn't make her day worse. Low bar, maybe, but Amelia was critical. That could mean any number of things. She'd dated a lot, but not for such a length of time. Not the way that made her heart beat a little faster whenever she heard Ana's voice, or waking up to the smell of her in bed and feeling content. It was insane and unnerving and enrapturing. Her hair was growing out of the bob she'd been used to for awhile, going nearly to her shoulders now, and she was comfortable in her short shorts and a very loose white shirt. "Hmmmmm, how many guesses do I get?" Amelia kept smiling. Like an idiot. She was always smiling, well, when she wasn't screaming, but there was more of the first than usual. She was painting one of her fingernails and blew on them to dry them off faster. "Hey there, good looking." “Hey,” a couple of long steps and she was behind her, pressing long fingers to Amelia’s shoulders and leaning over to watch her, pulling her hair back so it wouldn’t get in the other girl’s face. Odd, to have gestures so ordinary in her life. The itch to travel, to explore, was always present, but not only Amelia temper it somehow, but when Ana really needed to go somewhere or do something a little crazy, she was often down to come along. “Just one guess, so make it count. The lucky bitch won a nice cash prize. Probably gonna take her girlfriend out for dinner with it or something, I don’t know.” It was the little gestures that she wasn't quite used to, and Amelia found appealing. The thoughtfulness of grabbing her hair, the look in Ana's eyes when they were going to go on an adventure, the way it felt like a friendship at the base and everything else on top of it. Whenever her friends or family brought Ana up, Amelia was uncharacteristically mum on the subject. No snark, no eyeroll. Just a shrug and a small smile. It spoke volumes. She could picture them one day just taking off. Amelia knew Ana had travel under her skin, but so did she. Picturing meant a future, and as long as she didn't dwell on that for long, it was a good option. She smiled, because she could afford to buy an entire restaurant, but she loved that Ana didn't care too much about that. They enjoyed it when they felt like it, but otherwise there were cute moments like this. She put the nail polish back, only three of her fingers done at the moment, but she turned in the chair and reached up with her free hand to cup Ana's face. Amelia sat up on the chair to make it easier, pulling her in for a kiss. Fire, that was Ana, fire and fun. "Maybe they could get ritzed up a little. Make everyone in town jealous. You know, more than usual." The older girl’s lips stretched into a smile even before they separated from the kiss. “So… good food, great company, sexy clothing, a bit of flaunting and possibly a touch of havoc? Jesus. What’s a girl gotta do to deserve that kind of a night?” She still thought of the Homelands, of course. Thought of her many piles of gold and her grand home, and still wanted to go back, but she just also wanted to be able to share that with Amelia, now. And why wouldn’t she be able to? Rose Red’s prince might have to be dealt with, but that could be figured out. Ana straightened, and walked without preamble to her girlfriend’s closet. “If that was you and me,” she called out, still keeping up the pretense, “I know exactly what dress I’d die for you to wear!” Amelia thought about that too. No one said if they went back to the Homelands they wouldn't be able to also walk into each other's Tales. There weren't any details about the Homelands to say otherwise. So why couldn't Rose Red sail off with Sinbad for adventures and leave her stupid prince behind? They could write their own stories. If there was any point to being stuck in this world, maybe it was for that reason. To go back with more knowledge. A girl could dream at least. She laughed and got out of her chair to sit on the back. Or sprawl, really, which is what she ended up doing, still blowing on her nails and watching Ana. She loved doing that. Well, she loved watching her when she slept (not creepily), ate, laughed, made faces, smiled, etc., etc. Amelia was becoming a cliche and she didn't care. She had less of an urge to burn everything down in the building, so that was good. "I'll wear whatever you want, Sinbad. But we might want to plan for possible havoc for sure, so reasonable heels. Or heels that I can easily put in my hand if we need to run." Trouble was only the fun kind of trouble when it was happening with someone else. “You could go barefoot and I’d be into it, babe,” she replied, and then thought about it for a second. “Really into it, to be honest.” Flicking leisurely through the assorted clothes, Ana found the one she had been thinking of: a backless deep burgundy dress, that not only looked amazing on Amelia but also had good memories associated with it. (They had never fought with Amelia in this dress.) And thanks to her power, Ana knew she’d think of each of those memories when she wore it. Perfect. She sort of wanted to swoon a little bit just thinking about it. Stupid, but also… somehow completely acceptable. “This one,” she pulled it out of the closet and hung it on one of the doors. Without turning around, she added, “By the way, I hope you’re planning on telling me as soon as those nails of yours are dry. Assuming you’re not expecting someone to barge in here in the near future, I was totally planning on jumping you.” "Barefoot, I'll add that to the list of things you like." The very, very long list of things that Amelia had logged away in Ana's file. Her mind file, at least. Amelia never forgot, so the more she learned, the more she knew. When she saw the dress, she smiled, because just as Ana suspected, the only memories that flickered through her mind when she saw it were good ones. Adoring ones. Fun ones. It never occurred to her that it could be a calculated choice, and a smart one. She blew on her fingers and waved them harder to try and dry up faster. "Maybe I don't need to use this hand until it dries. Come here." Amelia reached out with her long arms to snag Ana and drag her down on the bed with her. The dress forgotten for the moment. She was on a high of nail polish fumes and good luck between them, and that was why when she brushed Ana's hair back, she was in the very softest of her modes. Which was a rare thing. "I love you." Amelia was never good at using those words, outside of one off jokes, or in the heat of passion. Saying it now felt like a risk, for whatever reason. "You know that, right?" Amelia had hardly needed to voice her agreement before Ana was stalking over to to her, accepting her pull without a hint of complaint, grinning as she fell onto her elbows and knees, holding herself up over the younger woman. But at her next words the grin lost its edges, curving into a closed-mouth smile and Ana ducked her head, focusing on the dip of Amelia’s collarbone. Caring about people had still been a foreign concept when she had first arrived to Woodsbridge. Love an unknown quantity altogether. But she wanted this, wanted her, and sure as hell wasn’t about to half-ass it. So she leaned in and pressed her lips to the corner of Amelia’s mouth in an open kiss, and without taking them away said, “I love you too.” |