Wishes Are No Horses, part 2 (Anne of Green Gables) Title: Wishes Are No Horses, part 2 Author's Name: Hyel Disclaimer:Anne of Green Gables (c) L.M. Montgomery. Warnings: AU and a non-canon (het) pairing. Ratings: general Summary: Another funeral is avoided. 300 words. Author's Note: I guess this will turn into a series after all. My goal is 10x300 words, all separate tidbits of what happened with no Anne in Avonlea. We'll see.
'How do I look?' said Ruby Gillis, turning a coquettish smile on her fiancé. She was dressed in a wide-brimmed straw hat and a white embroidered dress, her golden hair shining against it like liquid sunlight on snow.
'Like a fresh spring morning,' said Gilbert. He had become more inventive with his compliments since he'd heard Herb Spencer call her mouth a “a perfect rosebud” the other week. He smiled to see her blush with pleasure. Ruby turned once more to the mirror to adjust her hat and admire her skin, and then slipped an arm into Gilbert's, and they followed the rest of the Gillises out in stately procession towards the church.
The summer air was soft as milk.
'You think I'm a terrible vain creature to go on so, I know,' said Ruby, 'and on a Sunday too – but you'd like me less with a pug nose or red hair, I'm sure.'
'I'd like you just as well with a pug nose, dear,' said Gil seriously, 'but red hair wouldn't suit you.'
'Nonetheless,' sighed Ruby, 'at least I'm cured of playing the flirt – witness how I abstained from that ball in town last winter! And oh, how I wanted to go! But you wouldn't have been able to make it, and so that was that. I know I would have just felt wretched and missed you terribly the whole while, though once I would have danced with every boy at the ball. I can't imagine anyone else to have effected as thorough a cure, dear Doctor-to-be.'
'Not even Herb Spencer, oh Mrs-Doctor-to-be?'
'Not even death,' said Ruby, giggling, and gave him a surreptitious peck on the cheek. In the shrubbery, birds chirruped, and her mouth was warm and alive against his skin.