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Prompt Table Challenge - Daffodil, Calla Lily, & Delphinium
Title: Temporary Gifts
Fandom: Pathfinder
Pairing: Fauna (OFC) & Sarenrae
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Daffodil
Word Count: 387
Summary: Fauna prays for forgiveness.
“Please. I don't know what else to do. I don't know how else to make-up for what I did. My friends are hurt and they're going to die because I can't heal them. I haven't earned my powers back, but please help me help them. I'm sorry!” Fauna prayed in the dark corner of the chamber of the underground ant colony they were fighting.
Without her healing powers, Fauna was lost in combat. The rest of her adventuring party wasn't fairing well against the giant ants. The fighter they'd hired had already had his head bitten off by the queen. Their Drow ranger was running out of fire arrows. This left the bulk of the fighting of the queen and the knight ants protecting her to their barbarian half-giant and their monk, both of which were more qualified for bar brawls than anything else and were already heavily injured. Retreat wasn't an option and if they didn't turn things around soon, they were all going to be ant food.
A tear rolled down Fauna's cheek, lost as to what to do and feeling like it was her fault. She shivered involuntarily at the abrupt temperature change. She opened her eyes. The bright light blinded her. She blinked until her eyes adjusted. Fauna was no longer in the underground chamber. She was in a field. A sense of calm washed over her.
“I hear you, Fauna.”
Fauna turned around. It was her goddess, Sarenrae. “Sarenrae, please...”
“Stop.” The goddess' voice was calm, but assertive. “You still don't understand the pain you caused with your careless actions to the woman you inadvertently killed or your friends. But I've heard your prayers these last few days and seen how hard you've been trying. More importantly, I feel your sincerity and compassion now. This is a gift, a temporary one. Don't make me regret it.”
Fauna gasped at the unexpected cold. She was back in the underground chamber. A familiar energy thrummed through her body. She wept at the renewed connection.
Fauna surged forward and gripped the shoulder of the barbarian locked in combat with the queen. As she healed him, she watched as he slowly pushed the queen back. They had a chance now. And she was closer to earning back the trust and love of Sarenrae.
Title: Past Lives
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Jody/Rowena
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Calla Lily
Word Count: 191
Summary: Jody ponders things she can't know.
Jody watched Rowena from where she was laying on the couch. She moved like a dancer. Even doing the most mundane things, she moved with grace and purpose. Jody doubted she was even aware of it. Then again this was Rowena, she tended to be ten moves ahead of you at all times. It was unlikely a single flick of her wrist was unplanned, but still. Jody wondered if she had been a dancer at some point. She didn't know much about the extensive past of the woman she was sharing her life with. How many lives she must of lived over the centuries. How many times she must have reinvented herself. It was mind boggling. Jody had enough trouble juggling being a law enforcement officer, a hunter, and a mom. What does a person even do with all that past?
Jody shook her head. She had just one life to live and a short one at that. She'd be damned if she was going to waste it laying around the couch pondering an unfathomable past when there was a Rowena in the kitchen to sneak up on and kiss silly.
Title: It's the Little Things
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Josie/Carla (OFCs)
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Language of Flowers - Delphinium
Word Count: 180
Summary: Celebrations on a budget are not always pretty.
Josie fought the urge to laugh as she stared at the votive candle sitting atop a Hostess cupcake. It was ridiculous. The candle was already lopsided from the last time they burned it. She wasn't even sure if Hostess cupcakes had the structural integrity to even support a votive candle for long. She also wasn't sure if something that artificially scented should be touching food, even if it was vanilla. Still, Carla was gleefully lighting the damn thing anyhow.
“What's all this?” Josie bit her lip, dying to mock the theatrics in front of her.
“You got the job!”
“Oh, yes,” Josie deadpanned. “I'm the newest cashier at Discount Mart. Woohoo. Do you think the lobotomy is one of my non-existent benefits or will they be taking that out of my paycheck?”
Carla glared. “You got a job. You've been looking for nine months. We will be celebrating.” Her tone of voice left no room for argument and after living together for six years, Josie knew better than to try anyway.
“Right then. Tonight, we feast!”
Fandom: Pathfinder
Pairing: Fauna (OFC) & Sarenrae
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Daffodil
Word Count: 387
Summary: Fauna prays for forgiveness.
“Please. I don't know what else to do. I don't know how else to make-up for what I did. My friends are hurt and they're going to die because I can't heal them. I haven't earned my powers back, but please help me help them. I'm sorry!” Fauna prayed in the dark corner of the chamber of the underground ant colony they were fighting.
Without her healing powers, Fauna was lost in combat. The rest of her adventuring party wasn't fairing well against the giant ants. The fighter they'd hired had already had his head bitten off by the queen. Their Drow ranger was running out of fire arrows. This left the bulk of the fighting of the queen and the knight ants protecting her to their barbarian half-giant and their monk, both of which were more qualified for bar brawls than anything else and were already heavily injured. Retreat wasn't an option and if they didn't turn things around soon, they were all going to be ant food.
A tear rolled down Fauna's cheek, lost as to what to do and feeling like it was her fault. She shivered involuntarily at the abrupt temperature change. She opened her eyes. The bright light blinded her. She blinked until her eyes adjusted. Fauna was no longer in the underground chamber. She was in a field. A sense of calm washed over her.
“I hear you, Fauna.”
Fauna turned around. It was her goddess, Sarenrae. “Sarenrae, please...”
“Stop.” The goddess' voice was calm, but assertive. “You still don't understand the pain you caused with your careless actions to the woman you inadvertently killed or your friends. But I've heard your prayers these last few days and seen how hard you've been trying. More importantly, I feel your sincerity and compassion now. This is a gift, a temporary one. Don't make me regret it.”
Fauna gasped at the unexpected cold. She was back in the underground chamber. A familiar energy thrummed through her body. She wept at the renewed connection.
Fauna surged forward and gripped the shoulder of the barbarian locked in combat with the queen. As she healed him, she watched as he slowly pushed the queen back. They had a chance now. And she was closer to earning back the trust and love of Sarenrae.
Title: Past Lives
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Jody/Rowena
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Calla Lily
Word Count: 191
Summary: Jody ponders things she can't know.
Jody watched Rowena from where she was laying on the couch. She moved like a dancer. Even doing the most mundane things, she moved with grace and purpose. Jody doubted she was even aware of it. Then again this was Rowena, she tended to be ten moves ahead of you at all times. It was unlikely a single flick of her wrist was unplanned, but still. Jody wondered if she had been a dancer at some point. She didn't know much about the extensive past of the woman she was sharing her life with. How many lives she must of lived over the centuries. How many times she must have reinvented herself. It was mind boggling. Jody had enough trouble juggling being a law enforcement officer, a hunter, and a mom. What does a person even do with all that past?
Jody shook her head. She had just one life to live and a short one at that. She'd be damned if she was going to waste it laying around the couch pondering an unfathomable past when there was a Rowena in the kitchen to sneak up on and kiss silly.
Title: It's the Little Things
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Josie/Carla (OFCs)
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Language of Flowers - Delphinium
Word Count: 180
Summary: Celebrations on a budget are not always pretty.
Josie fought the urge to laugh as she stared at the votive candle sitting atop a Hostess cupcake. It was ridiculous. The candle was already lopsided from the last time they burned it. She wasn't even sure if Hostess cupcakes had the structural integrity to even support a votive candle for long. She also wasn't sure if something that artificially scented should be touching food, even if it was vanilla. Still, Carla was gleefully lighting the damn thing anyhow.
“What's all this?” Josie bit her lip, dying to mock the theatrics in front of her.
“You got the job!”
“Oh, yes,” Josie deadpanned. “I'm the newest cashier at Discount Mart. Woohoo. Do you think the lobotomy is one of my non-existent benefits or will they be taking that out of my paycheck?”
Carla glared. “You got a job. You've been looking for nine months. We will be celebrating.” Her tone of voice left no room for argument and after living together for six years, Josie knew better than to try anyway.
“Right then. Tonight, we feast!”
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