Vanille Dia prayed for a miracle (a_new_dawn) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-24 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bella donna boudreaux, oerba dia vanille |
"I appreciate you"
Who: Vanille, Bella Donna Boudreaux
What: Hanging out and drinking lemonade
When: Recently!
Where: Belle and Vanille's condo.
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for girlkissing and such, otherwise 5/5 adorbs.
Status: Complete!
Belle set the glasses on the table and poured them both full before she sat down. Their balcony looked out over the neighboring park, and people were playing in the sunshine. She smiled softly, content to sit and watch for now. She liked how her life was going so far, and Vanille seemed pretty happy.
There wasn't really any reason Vanille could think of to be unhappy at the moment. She had a wonderful job where she got to be everyone's saviour whens he arrived with coffee, she got to spend time with Belle, she was making some friends...
Even Fang showing up was more of a plus than a minus, in her book. She reached for a glass of lemonade and toasted Belle with it, "It's so nice an'peaceful today."
Belle toasted her back, grinning. “It is. I ain’t had many like this recently, it’s real nice.” She leaned back again, sighing softly. “So how you like it here? Hope you’re enjoyin’ yourself.”
Vanille took a sip off of her drink and smacked her lips together a bit before replying. The lemonade was sweet and tart and really refreshing. She really loved fruity drinks like that, "I'm really likin' things here so far. I've met all kinds of fun people on that net thing, and Mr. Frost has been kind to me. The researchers are all nice, and... you know, I've got a dinner with Fang soon."
Fang was the thing Belle wanted to talk about most. “How is she? You like her?” Belle still wasn’t sure of the girl.
"Uhm, well... I don't think she's all okay? I dunno, we haven't really talked much. And the last time that we did it wasn't nice at the end. But she's her, you know. She's really her, I think," Vanille replied, wrinkling her brow a bit.
Belle nodded, her head tilting a little at the end. “You want to keep talkin’ to her?”
"Well..." Vanille looked down into her lemonade. It was cheery and bright and much happier than the conversation she thought they might be about to be having, "Oh it's such a pretty day, Belle, I'm not sure I want to ruin that by talkin' about this."
Belle nodded. “Alright, but you know you can tell me anything anytime.” She leaned back again and sipped her lemonade. “Lots of good people here, you’ll make good friends.”
"There was that poor girl on the net who'd had a bad breakup recently. So I went an'snuggled her, but she wouldn't eat my Oreos. Which was alright, because... more for me to eat!" Vanille said, by way of agreement. She'd already perked up a bit over the change of conversation, though she wanted to talk to Belle about Fang. She just didn't want to get Belle down and ruin her day.
"And that nice man that runs that ranch. And the woman who gets to be a queen in her dreams! And then that other one... Penelope! I want to have coffee with her sometime. Have you had these dreams yet?"
Belle shook her head in response to Vanille’s question. “Nope, not yet. Not too bothered, they sound pretty crazy. Mr. Frost don’t like his none.” It meant a lot that she knew that. They must be pretty terrible.
"I've been working with that Nate here and there, but he's never really had time to mention his. Lots of people mentioning theirs on the network, though. I've sorta been tryin' to keep track. Not sure why."
Vanille took a long sip from her lemonade and scooched her chair closer to Belle's, "I'm hopin' that if we do dream they're nice ones. I'm givin' our dreams the stern eye."
“I hope so too.” She moved her chair closer as well, reaching out to hold Vanille’s hand. “But I’ll be there for you no matter what we dream.”
"What if we dream that I'm some scary monster and then I turn into it? Or a Vampire? Or some demon wearing someone's skin?" Vanille sounded like this was a real source for concern, and from what she'd read it was.
“Then I’ll be there to read you stories while you sleep during the day, and I’ll hide the bodies.” She smiled warmly at Vanille. “Don’t borrow trouble, sweetie. We get enough without that.”
"You'd really do that for me," Vanille whispered, somewhat in awe. It wasn't a question - she believed it without even questioning, she'd put that much faith in her friend.
She was worried about what Fang being here meant for all of that, really. They'd been so close before the accident. In a lot of ways, Belle had stepped right into that role. Vanille thought the other woman even knew that. She squeezed Belle's hand, "I'd do anything for you, you know. If you were a vampire I'd find you people to snack on, too, and take care of you. Or I'd try to."
Belle lifted Vanille’s hand and kissed it. “I know, sweetie. We’ll get through all this and out the other side, bigger ‘n’ better than before. Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing.” She did know that she’d become a replacement for Fang when she’d taken Vanille in, but it didn’t bother her. If Fang made Vanille happy, then Belle wouldn’t say a single bad word about the stranger.
This wasn't really close enough. Vanille finished her glass of lemonade and then slid off of her chair so that she could curl up with Belle on hers. The girl was 23 but at times she still felt like she was 14 years old and in need of physical reassurement.
"It'll all be okay! I know it will be, it has to be. And it hasn't been bad at all yet, so... well maybe we'll dream of nice things. Like other worlds that are pretty, or bein' queens somewhere, or... I don't know. I don't care if I never dream either."
Belle held her tight. She needed physical reassurance too. It made her a fantastic seductress, but it also made her a little less stable if she didn’t get what she needed. “I hope so. I think you’d make a fantastic queen.” She kissed Vanille softly. She loved the girl. It was dangerous for Vanille, but she couldn’t help it. She hoped, deep down, that Fang would sweep Vanille off her feet and take her someplace safe, so Belle could be her friend again instead of this beautiful but somewhat painful thing they had together. “I’d be happy to be your knight and serve you forever.”
The kiss made Vanille's cheeks pink. It always did, even though they'd kissed so many times now that other people might have gotten over the thrill of it. She couldn’t help but cradle herself against the other woman and wrap an arm around her neck. It was a familiar position for them.
Whatever thing her and Belle had, she wasn't sure she wanted to name it or even what she'd call it if she did. She cared deeply for her, that much was certain, "Oh, but you'd never just be my Knight! Unless I was one of those Queens who had some sort of tragic and sad courtly love affair going... but those are always such sad stories. They never end happy, so no... I think..."
The redhead trailed off and squinted her eyes while she thought, "Well, I guess you can't have two queens on a throne at once... maybe you'd be like the Queen's... Best Friend and Secret Bodyguard or... something?"
Belle chuckled. Vanille caught her meaning, but rejected it. A part of her was so happy about that, but she knew it wouldn’t and couldn’t last between them. “Of course. Your favorite handmaiden, I’d come an’ brush your hair every night, tell you about my life, listen to you talk about all your courtly intrigues, bump a few guys off here and there for you. That’s exactly what it’s gonna be, sweetie, you wait and see.” She rubbed Vanille’s back, wishing she could bottle these moments and keep them on a shelf forever.
Maybe Vanille had wanted it to be a little more than that. The hair brushing idea and chatting about their day and... generally just always getting to be near her parts were perfect. But something about the description put her out of sorts, and she wasn't sure why.
"I think I'd just kinda be happy with us bein' here together like this forever, too... It's a shame that we gotta work tomorrow so we can't really sit out here for hours an'hours."
Belle laughed. “Yeah, but we can sit for a little while, then snuggle for the night. I’m real fond of snugglin’ you.” She grinned and pinched Vanille’s butt playfully.
"Ack!" Vanille gasped and squeaked a bit, then giggled and snuggled back in against Belle. She actually liked it when Belle did things like that, but she was still never expecting it when it happened.
"I really like snugglin' you, too. Y'know what we should do, the next time we both have a day off together? I should make you breakfast in bed an'then we could snuggle in bed and eat breakfast and watch tv an'be lazy together!"
“That sounds like the best way to spend a day.” Belle said with a warm smile. “It’s a date. But we got to get there first. It’s. . . what, three days from now?”
"Well, that's only three days. I think we can survive until then!" Vanille declared, in her usually optimistic way. The world wasn't ending, after all. Right now it was just mostly filled with odd dreams neither of them were having and the occasional conversation with a squirrel.
“That’s right.” She said with a laugh. “Though it’ll be hard, I do need my snuggles after all.” She kissed Vanille’s cheek and lifted her up. They could continue this conversation in the bedroom.
Vanille giggled and tucked herself against Belle to make the load a bit easy for her to carry. It always amazed her when people showed they were able to pick her up and carry her away. She marveled at Belle's strength, "Well you can have as many o'those as you want between now and then! I'm... I'm a never-ending snuggle dispenser!"
Belle held her close as they made their way to the bedroom. “I appreciate that.” She kissed Vanille’s nose, laughing lightly. She thanked God every day that she’d found Vanille. It was nice to be reminded of her humanity now and then. The government liked to treat her as a machine, and it was easy to think that way as well. She was much happier with this woman in her life, even if it put Vanille in danger.
"I appreciate you," Vanille replied, looking quite serious for a moment.
It was definitely a mutually beneficial relationship. Vanille was certainly happy that Belle had come along to find her, and the potential danger probably just made life more interesting!
Belle sat on the bed, cradling Vanille like she had on the patio. “I appreciate you too. I’m glad you like it here, I hope we can stay for a while.”
"Well, I'M not planning on goin' anywhere." Vanille grinned so widely that her nose scrunched up a bit, "Everyone I love is here."
“I feel the same way.” Belle whispered, spreading Vanille out on the bed like a mother with her child. Of course, when she settled next to Vanille, her thoughts were anything but motherly.
That was probably good, because the best part about snuggling, as far as Vanille was concerned, was the things that snuggling often lead to. Her mind usually went to those places the second she was in contact with Belle, but when they were this close it was hard to prevent her own hands from wandering.
Belle didn’t mind it when Vanille’s hands wandered, especially when hers were doing the same. She kissed the younger woman passionately. She would be slow and gentle this time. After the week the girl had, she thought a little tenderness would be nicer than rushing toward release.